All Chapters of Rise From Prison: Taking Over the Business Empire: Chapter 311
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Chapter 311
They might be rabid, but no one dared look down on them. Combat prowess doesn’t prove itself in hush. The Solar Kingdom’s turf might be small, but the weight of its blades was heavy. Strength was for their enemies to taste.Kill!The shout rolled like mountains and seas. All eyes snapped to Anthony, Dragon-Slayer, and Thirteen Smith, killing intent coalescing into a single, lunging mass. The formation was terrifying—but only that. Thirteen Smith laughed big, rolling his shoulders, his eyes shining like freshly chambered fire. Fuck, I can finally go on a proper killing spree! He grinned without shame, high on the kind of excitement that only blood could feed.Anthony arched a brow. He watched without a ripple. He couldn’t fathom how a Daoist from Dragon Tiger Mountain could reek of killing intent like this. The guy smoked, drank, ate fatty meat, and his eyes followed pretty women—nothing about him said Daoist. But Anthony didn’t move. He knew that if he did, this crowd wouldn’t even ha
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They clashed at close quarters—the sea wind drummed, the surf kept time. That day, the hot-blooded Dragon-Slayer lost. And yet they still called him a prodigy—no one laughed. Vincent Walker was already at the peak of the Mythical Tier, his power rolling like rivers meeting the sea, while Dragon-Slayer was still on the climb: solid foundation, not quite seasoned. To escape intact from under the palm of a Mythical Tier peak was reason enough to remember his name.Now the memory flashed like lightning across his eyes. Dragon-Slayer’s expression shifted, and under it calm settled. All these years he had advanced—and so had Vincent Walker. Taking him down would still be hard. But he had Anthony at his back. That fact steadied him, kept him from tipping into blind rage.Soon enough, he went straight in and shouldered the brunt, refusing to give ground. Yield? That word didn’t exist in his bones.Slash!Blade wind rose. The heavy cleaver swept in a wide arc, momentum roaring, splitting the a
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This is bad! Vincent Walker roared. That one’s mine! He pulled the battlefield in, his aura surging wild. Pebbles on the ground rattled before his palm winds even arrived. Eyes dripping disdain, he lifted a finger at Anthony. Boy—do you have a death wish?Anthony’s gaze was a frozen lake. He never talked much. He never needed to. An opponent like this was a pebble on the path—no reason to go around.Swish!Vincent Walker’s pupils knifed down. Fast—too fast! He barely caught Anthony’s opening. The air had time for only a single soft pop.Thud!A body hurtled back, kicking up a vast sheet of dust. When the crowd refocused, the one standing like bedrock was Anthony. The one flung through the air—was Vincent Walker.Fuck—the one who flew was our marshal!Yeah! How did the marshal get sent flying by one punch?What did I just see?Shouts stacked and tumbled. Before they could settle, another crack boomed. Thud! Vincent Walker’s body smashed into a building. The wall split, chunks crashing
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They froze. A chill slid over their hearts. In the brief gap, only dust sounded as it rolled. Then, as if he’d been plucked from the air, Anthony appeared on the other flank. His body shivered into a blur—then speared back through their line, fast as a black bolt.They didn’t even react before it felt like a great beast had stomped their chests.Thud-thud-thud!A rapid chain of dull impacts, and several bodies launched as one, flung like torn burlap sacks, pinwheeling before they slammed back down. Vincent Walker’s eyes blew wide. His chest cinched; it felt like a hand had yanked his organs. Pain darkened his vision. He watched his comrades tumble and roll, jerk once, twice—and go still.He was the only one still breathing. He understood—it wasn’t mercy. It was deliberate. Anthony had left him like a branding pin, to make him watch the Solar Kingdom lose here, thoroughly and without dignity.And yes, Anthony wanted him to see. To see it completely.Vincent Walker could feel it—the man
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His weight sank; his toes twitched, springing a smooth arc out of the air. No hesitation—he flashed in and struck. His presence surged, his edge roaring like a lion.Bang! Bang!Two dull thuds landed almost as one. The Male-and-Female Fiends hadn’t even fully unfurled when Anthony’s twin kicks slammed into them, snapping their bodies back like kites with their strings cut, cratering them in rubble and rebar. Their bodies only shuddered violently; under muscle and skin ran a cold, ashen pallor. The hardness of the undead—blunted senses, pain sealed off. They didn’t know hurt.Two fist-sized holes gaped through their chests and bellies, edges blackened and charred, not a drop of blood seeping out, as if the insides had been scooped clean, leaving only shell. More grotesque still, they twisted their necks and stood up in unison again—stiff, but not the least bit slow.No sorcery, however vicious, could hold for more than a single exchange before Anthony. To think it could harm him—laugha
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Xavier’s brow twitched; he finally lost his calm. A blot of shadow flowered in his palm—condensed night: the Fiends’ essence. Fainter now, markedly so. This bastard is this hard to kill… Irritation crawled under his skin. He hadn’t expected Anthony not only to weather the Fiends’ heavy blows, but to throw their vital flow into disorder.Even so, Xavier believed that time would favor him. The undead knew no fatigue; the caster only had to stand afar and steer, and sooner or later the living would be ground down. Then a new thought cut in; cold light flashed in his eyes. Why delay? I have a trump card. End it.He flipped his hand, and a dark token rose into his palm. It was black iron in shape, its edges carved with crooked sigils, cold enough to bite. Faced with a formidable foe, he could borrow the power sealed within to execute the enemy. The price was steep—draining essence, vigor, and spirit. And headhunters, being of the shade, could least afford those losses. Worse, the Iron-Pupp
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He thought—he was going to die.This battle had drained his essence, vigor, and spirit down to the husk, like an old pouch scooped clean. He stood there with a tight ache in his chest, and in his eyes a numb despair slowly surfaced—like only death could close the book.Anthony wasted no words. His aura drew to a needle, momentum cresting—kill again. If not now, when to end the Fiends?He sank his palm; force streamed from spine to arm; a sweeping blow fell. Air boomed; the Fiends were blasted away, kites with their strings snapped, smashing through pillars in showers of stone.They twitched to struggle; weird force flickered along their arm-bones, muscle fibers scaling with light. In Anthony’s eyes, such an uptick was beneath notice.His fingers ringed them like hoops, clamping the trunk; his grip cinched tight.Pop!As if crushing a sack of foul gas, the Fiends blew to a blood-mist in his hands. Stench rolled out, rank and pepper-hot, stinging noses; onlookers turned their faces asid
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The shadow on the Dragon-Slayer’s face suddenly cleared; a thin curve lifted his mouth, like a hunter finally greeting the perfect wind. Anthony slowly raised both arms; with each rise of his chest, vast energy flooded toward his palms like a tide. Air churned; his hems bellied with no breeze. His gaze held steady, like a man opening his arms to an oncoming storm.Since we’re here—since we’ve come this far—then we gamble once.In the next instant, the air rose like a suddenly heaved tide, curling in from all sides. Anthony spread his arms and stepped forward, and the power inside him surged, sweeping upward to braid with the Dragon-Slayer’s cold, keen edge in midair—two rivers of different colors converging beneath the sky. At the moment of contact, the dust around them compressed into an invisible ring that raced outward, rasping across rubble and cheeks alike, cold enough to bite.A shaft of blinding gold broke from Anthony’s body, lightning-veins unfurling from his palms, racing al
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They had their backbone—or so they told themselves. To Anthony, hollow fronting was a joke. He had smashed their face in public and kicked over their altar; of course they were angry, of course they balked—but that was all. Anger isn’t a blade. Resolve isn’t a charm.Some looked up—the sky was still iron, thunder-scars not yet faded. Someone gave a brittle laugh; someone else muttered a curse, dropping like a pebble into a deep well without an echo. They ignored Anthony’s warning—whether from fear, or because it couldn’t get through.“Then you die,” Anthony said. Not loud—just stating a fact that allowed no argument.Breaking the Solar Kingdom’s martial line might birth a different order in this land. You need to live before you can speak of principle. He didn’t just believe this—he practiced it.All the Solar Kingdom’s hopes shattered like glass; the edges caught the light, sharp and cruel. Anthony barked a low syllable and stamped; the ground burst underfoot; he surged forward like
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Boom!His fist swept past like a thunderhead crashing to earth. A shockwave detonated outward from the point of impact, with stone chips and blood flung up in layered bursts. A powerhouse of the Solar Kingdom didn’t even manage to lift a hand before the force punched a hole through his chest. His body folded backwards, eyes still open as he hit the ground. Then a second. A third. Bodies thudded down as if pierced by an invisible blade.From all directions, the survivors gave low, ragged roars—last rage dragged up from weakness. They bellowed, they howled, their voices cracking like throats ground on sand. The roar of self-detonations and the slash of killing overlapped; plumes of blood-flame burst in the air, hot and metallic.Despair spread. Someone clenched a blade—then loosened their grip in the next instant, as if suddenly realizing all struggle only prolonged the time until death. Since Anthony had said he would show no mercy, there would be no luck to be had. His words were a co