At that moment Rose stood frozen on the platform, her whole body shaking with fear. Master Lawrence and Mrs. Lawrence watched everything happening below with cold expressions. They didn't care one bit if Alex got himself killed. As far as they were concerned, this nobody had already ruined their daughter's future once before. Now he was back to destroy her second chance at a good life.
“Alex, please just listen to what they're telling you. Do what they want you to do.” Rose's voice cracked as she begged him to back down. But Alex just gave her a half smile that didn't reach his eyes. “There's no way in hell I'm letting these men steal my wife away from me. As a man, I have to prove that I'm strong enough to deserve a woman like you. If I can't do that, then I don't deserve to be in the same room as these idiots!” Every face in the hall turned dark with anger when they heard Alex's words. People couldn't believe someone with no rank or power would dare talk to military commanders like that. The disrespect was beyond anything they had ever seen. Henry King felt his blood boil over. When nobody was looking, he quietly whispered a spell under his breath. Dark energy flowed from his hands toward the golden bell in the center of the room. The bell's power multiplied five times stronger than before. Now when Alex tried to punch it, the energy backlash would kill him instantly. Lewis caught sight of Henry King's secret spell from the corner of his eye. He watched the dark energy flow into the golden bell, making it five times more deadly than it was supposed to be. A sly thought crossed his mind. He could speak up right now and warn everyone about what Henry King had done. But what good would that do him? Lewis decided to keep his mouth shut and let things play out. Once Alex collapsed dead on the floor, he would tell Rose exactly what Henry King had done. He would explain how the King of War had cheated and made the bell impossibly strong just to murder Alex. Rose would be disgusted with Henry King's dirty tricks. Lewis felt his smile stretch so wide it made his cheeks bunch up near his eyes. This was perfect. With Henry King exposed as a cheater and a killer, and Alex dead on the ground, Rose would have no choice but to pick him. Alex walked straight toward the golden bell while everyone watched. Several of the head commanders called out for him to stop and think about what he was doing. But Alex ignored every single voice. His footsteps echoed through the silent hall as he marched forward with determination. Alex reached the golden bell and pulled back his fist without any hesitation. Then he threw his punch straight at the glowing metal. The sight of Alex's movement made Rose and everyone else freeze in complete shock. Alex hadn't called up any magical energy before throwing his punch. He wasn't glowing with power or chanting any spells. How could he possibly think his regular human strength would do anything to that golden bell? If Alex had been a known awakener, people might have been curious to see what kind of technique he was using. But since nobody had ever seen him show any powers before, this just proved he was lying about everything. His reckless move was going to get him killed in the next few seconds. At that moment Rose felt her legs start to move toward the edge of the platform. Maybe she could jump down, hold him and somehow stop him before it was too late. But even as the thought crossed her mind, she knew the truth. Alex's fist was already flying toward the golden bell. There was absolutely no way she could cover that distance in time to save him. Henry King shot a confident smile toward Lewis. He knew for certain that Alex wasn't a real awakener, which was exactly why he had secretly pumped extra power into that golden bell. Under normal circumstances, Alex might have had a tiny chance of surviving the energy backlash. But nobody else knew about the spell he had cast. With the bell now five times stronger than before, Alex was about to die, and everyone would think it was his own stupid fault for trying to punch magical energy with his bare fists. When Lewis saw Henry King's smug expression, his face twisted with anger. For just a moment, he had actually wondered if maybe Alex really did have some hidden powers. But now he could see the truth. The bastard was nothing but a complete liar acting purely on emotion and desperation. What a pathetic joke this whole thing was! Alex's fist made contact with the golden bell in that instant. The metal exploded into countless tiny pieces that scattered across the floor like glittering confetti. At that moment upon seeing what just happened every single person in the hall felt their eyes go wide with absolute shock. Mouths dropped open. People took stumbling steps backward. They could not wrap their minds around what they had just witnessed. Alex had completely destroyed that magical bell with nothing but his bare hand. “How is this possible!”Latest Chapter
Chapter 421
He paused then Let that sit for a moment. Then he continued, his tone quieter but no less firm, the way a man speaks when he wants his words to be remembered rather than merely heard. "But I want you to understand that what you just said was disrespectful, and it was unnecessary, and if you only knew the extent to which Mr. Ben pleaded with me to be here tonight, if you understood what it actually took for him to reach me, what he had to say and how many times he had to say it before I agreed to come, then you would not be standing at this door asking me if I missed my way — you would be stepping aside and saying thank you." He did not raise his voice. He did not point a finger. He did not perform the anger that any reasonable person would have felt, but simply let the truth of what he had said hang in the air between them like a statement that required no further decoration to make its point. "Mind the way you speak to me," he added quietly, and then said nothing more.
Chapter 420
He paused then Let that sit for a moment. Then he continued, his tone quieter but no less firm, the way a man speaks when he wants his words to be remembered rather than merely heard. "But I want you to understand that what you just said was disrespectful, and it was unnecessary, and if you only knew the extent to which Mr. Ben pleaded with me to be here tonight, if you understood what it actually took for him to reach me, what he had to say and how many times he had to say it before I agreed to come, then you would not be standing at this door asking me if I missed my way — you would be stepping aside and saying thank you." He did not raise his voice. He did not point a finger. He did not perform the anger that any reasonable person would have felt, but simply let the truth of what he had said hang in the air between them like a statement that required no further decoration to make its point. "Mind the way you speak to me," he added quietly, and then said nothing more.
Chapter 419
He paused then Let that sit for a moment. Then he continued, his tone quieter but no less firm, the way a man speaks when he wants his words to be remembered rather than merely heard. "But I want you to understand that what you just said was disrespectful, and it was unnecessary, and if you only knew the extent to which Mr. Ben pleaded with me to be here tonight, if you understood what it actually took for him to reach me, what he had to say and how many times he had to say it before I agreed to come, then you would not be standing at this door asking me if I missed my way — you would be stepping aside and saying thank you." He did not raise his voice. He did not point a finger. He did not perform the anger that any reasonable person would have felt, but simply let the truth of what he had said hang in the air between them like a statement that required no further decoration to make its point. "Mind the way you speak to me," he added quietly, and then said nothing more.
Chapter 418
He paused then Let that sit for a moment. Then he continued, his tone quieter but no less firm, the way a man speaks when he wants his words to be remembered rather than merely heard. "But I want you to understand that what you just said was disrespectful, and it was unnecessary, and if you only knew the extent to which Mr. Ben pleaded with me to be here tonight, if you understood what it actually took for him to reach me, what he had to say and how many times he had to say it before I agreed to come, then you would not be standing at this door asking me if I missed my way — you would be stepping aside and saying thank you." He did not raise his voice. He did not point a finger. He did not perform the anger that any reasonable person would have felt, but simply let the truth of what he had said hang in the air between them like a statement that required no further decoration to make its point. "Mind the way you speak to me," he added quietly, and then said nothing more.
Chapter 417
He paused then Let that sit for a moment. Then he continued, his tone quieter but no less firm, the way a man speaks when he wants his words to be remembered rather than merely heard. "But I want you to understand that what you just said was disrespectful, and it was unnecessary, and if you only knew the extent to which Mr. Ben pleaded with me to be here tonight, if you understood what it actually took for him to reach me, what he had to say and how many times he had to say it before I agreed to come, then you would not be standing at this door asking me if I missed my way — you would be stepping aside and saying thank you." He did not raise his voice. He did not point a finger. He did not perform the anger that any reasonable person would have felt, but simply let the truth of what he had said hang in the air between them like a statement that required no further decoration to make its point. "Mind the way you speak to me," he added quietly, and then said nothing more.
Chapter 416
He paused then Let that sit for a moment. Then he continued, his tone quieter but no less firm, the way a man speaks when he wants his words to be remembered rather than merely heard. "But I want you to understand that what you just said was disrespectful, and it was unnecessary, and if you only knew the extent to which Mr. Ben pleaded with me to be here tonight, if you understood what it actually took for him to reach me, what he had to say and how many times he had to say it before I agreed to come, then you would not be standing at this door asking me if I missed my way — you would be stepping aside and saying thank you." He did not raise his voice. He did not point a finger. He did not perform the anger that any reasonable person would have felt, but simply let the truth of what he had said hang in the air between them like a statement that required no further decoration to make its point. "Mind the way you speak to me," he added quietly, and then said nothing more.
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