"You?"Jean's voice sounded hoarse, full of disbelief. His forehead was deeply furrowed, his eyes narrowed as if to make sure he hadn't heard wrong. He looked at Vanessa from head to toe, like he was reassessing everything he had seen since the beginning of the meeting.Vanessa has beautiful face. Slender body. Elegant gestures. An alluring smile. It was all too fitting for a top actress-and too far from the image of a fighter."You say... you're a disciple of the God of War?" he asked again, his voice rising slightly. This time his tone contained mockery, though it sounded like a thin veneer to cover up his hesitation.Vanessa did not answer immediately. Instead, she raised one hand and placed it gracefully on her waist. That small gesture only enhanced her silhouette, making the gentle afternoon breeze seem to amplify her aura. Her gaze was cold, but contained an uncanny calmness-like someone who knew she had nothing to prove to anyone."Yes," Vanessa said lightly, but firmly. "I'm

"Bitch!"Jean's curse rushed out, his voice echoing through the trees of the deserted park. His face was bright red, the veins in his neck tightened, and his eyes burned with rage. Vanessa's words earlier were like poison to his pride. Not just humiliated-Jean felt socially stripped by the challenge.His lips tightened, then there was a clicking sound from her tongue. His breathing quickened, his chest rising and falling rapidly."Don't think that just because you have a pretty face you can do whatever you want!" he scolded. Her hands were clenched tightly at her sides, trembling from the emotional turmoil. "Your mind is shortsighted, full of intentions to bring down my pride. What are you planning to do, humiliate me for that Harvey?"He pointed at Vanessa with an index finger trembling with emotion."That pretty face of yours is nothing. If it was just woman like you, I could have dozens!" Jean grinned wryly, contemptuously. "Don't act like you a great one, Vanessa. You're nothing c

"Un-undress?"Jean's voice sounded broken, like a thread pulled too tight and then snapped. His already pale face now lost even more color. His lips trembled violently, and his eyes moved quickly, seeking escape-either from this situation, or from the woman standing in front of him with an unwavering gaze.His gaze was fixed on Vanessa's eyes. Behind that mesmerizing beauty, there was a cold firmness that penetrated the skin to the bone. Jean felt like her chest was being squeezed, tight, as if the air around her was disappearing.He hurriedly looked away, unable to stare any longer. "T-that... that's too much..." he whispered, trying to defend himself, but his tone was weak. There was no courage, only fear wrapped tightly around him.The sound of hurried steps began to be heard approaching from the direction of the path. Several people appeared, their faces filled with question marks as they saw Jean's figure lying on the ground with his body in tatters and a woman standing in front

Harvey stepped onto the stage with steady, calm steps. Cheers immediately erupted from the crowd. Like a wave sweeping across the hall, enthusiastic applause and shouts greeted him. The faces packed into the seats were filled with expressions of admiration, as if witnessing the long-awaited return of a legend.Camera flashes flashed back and forth, flashing almost without pause. Lens after lens focused on a single point-a man in full military uniform, standing without a mask, revealing the cold, unwavering face of a true hero. Every flash of camera light seemed to freeze the moment in history, proving that Harvey, the God of War, was truly in front of them.A moment of silence enveloped the stage. Harvey's aura was so strong that the whole room seemed to fall silent for a few seconds, swallowing their own breath. He was no longer just a name in a history book. He was a man who stood tall in the light, carrying the weight of the past and unparalleled power.Backstage, Captain Holland c

The gas began to spread like a toxic mist, slowly infiltrating the air in the room. But before it could spread, Harvey moved.With one deep breath, he concentrated ki energy into his lungs. The aura around his body pulsed, creating a pressure vortex that sucked the gas toward him. All the scattered toxins are drawn into Harvey's lungs, making the air clear again.An instant later, Harvey smashed the vase with a single hard blow. The petals flew out along with the broken porcelain.But Harvey's body staggered.A loud cough erupted from his chest, and blood flowed from the corner of his lips. He hurriedly covered his mouth with the palm of his hand, but blood still escaped from between his trembling fingers."Harvey!"Vanessa ran towards him with widened eyes, but her steps were halted when Harvey raised one hand-firm and silent.His face was pale, but his gaze remained sharp."Don't come any closer..." he said low, his hoarse voice full of anger and determination.Captain Holland's eye