Rowan slowly stepped closer wearing a mocking smile. “It’s none of your business. We’re not here to answer your useless questions.” Hawthorne stared at him and the Esturis military in shock. “What do you even mean? What business do you have with our enemy military? Please, I need an explanation because I’m confused. There’s no way I could have expected to see you standing with our rivals on a day like this.” Rowan calmly folded his arms, smiling venomously. “Well, well, well. I didn’t want to answer your question in the first place, but what’s the point of hiding it from you? You won’t be able to do anything about it anyway. In fact, you're about to lose your power without even realizing it.” Hawthorne was still confused, but he quickly composed himself. He refused to look weak in front of the Esturis military. His face remained cold and unshaken as he slowly asked. “Rowan... what do you mean?” Rowan continued circling around him with a venomous smile. “I’m not

Moments later, the two fighter jets landed at Sparrow Air Force Base, home to numerous fighter jets and other terrifying military aircrafts. The soldiers, the two high commanders, Rowan, and the group of soldiers holding Hawthorne stepped down under the soft midnight wind. General Ferdinand Harrison turned toward the soldiers dragging Hawthorne and said authoritatively, “You already know where he should be taken. I don't have to repeat myself.” The soldiers nodded and replied in unison. “Of course, General.” Rowan looked at Hawthorne with a mocking smile, his hands tucked into his pockets as he walked like a king through his kingdom. Meanwhile, Hawthorne remained calm and unbroken as he observed everyone around him, wondering how his meeting with Master Draxson would unfold. Though I'm always prepared, he thought confidently. Rowan continued smiling venomously, but deep down, he was still unsettled by Hawthorne's calm smile. However, his greatest hope remained the sa

Before Hawthorne could look at him after glancing in Master Draxson's direction, the monster had already lunged at him with all his strength, driving both of his massive hands into his stomach. Behemoth now meant business and showed no intention of holding back this time. The first round of the fight had merely been a warm-up and rehearsal for him. He attacked Hawthorne with different combat techniques and deadly precision across his entire body. It almost sounded as if Hawthorne's bones were breaking under the relentless assault. Unable to endure the pain any longer, Hawthorne screamed at the top of his lungs. “ARGHHH!!” The veins across Behemoth's intimidating body continued to bulge. His eyes remained blood-red, and his scarred face looked even more terrifying than before. He kept punching and striking Hawthorne without pause. Each blow was instantly followed by another. Once again, Hawthorne could not withstand the pain and let out another agonizing scream that echoe

Terrifying deep voices echoed from inside as the officer silently unlocked the gate. Hawthorne didn't even shiver. He remained completely unshaken and quietly thought. “The Abyss...” “It must be a brutal prison.” One of the soldiers quietly told the others as the gigantic gate was finally unlocked. “Quietly uncuff him.” The men obeyed. They slowly uncuffed the tired-looking Hawthorne and carefully opened the iron gate. Even the soldiers seemed afraid because they had lost control of the prison many months ago. They silently entered. It was already early morning when one of the soldiers glanced at his wristwatch. Hawthorne thought the soldiers were still following him, but when he turned around, they had already disappeared without his notice. Confusion and shock flashed across his face as he muttered under his breath. “How did they vanish?” He turned and looked at the massive gate. It was now locked, unlike when they had entered. “They slipped away without

Dos Santos started running slowly before gradually increasing his speed. The prison walls shook under his mighty weight with every step. He clenched his massive fists as he charged forward, his blood-red eyes fixed on Hawthorne. Then he roared with a voice so terrifying that it shook the prison walls. “We will find out who has the most powerful combat skills and techniques!” “We will know who's the boss!” Hawthorne remained standing in the same spot without moving. He calmly clenched his fists and waited. Dos Santos suddenly lunged at Hawthorne with tremendous force and pressure, shaking the prison ground. The unconscious inmates still lay scattered across the floor, some of them bleeding from the unbelievable impact of Hawthorne's advanced combat skills beyond normal human understanding. The moment Dos Santos reached him, Hawthorne immediately countered with his own advanced combat skills and deadly precision. He deliberately chose not to use the Dragon Inferno Techni