King Of Hell's Reincarnation

Gerald

Those who oppress others tend to rely heavily on their powers or advantages over the bullied party, losing those advantages would result in a devastating crash to their mindset and hearts, especially when it came to losing their power over the bullied party.

The moment Chris felt all strength diffuse from his pores, limbs growing weak, his energy draining out gradually, he felt his world crash, the effect it made on his mind was a hundred times more than what happened to his body.

The meridians acted as a link between the mortal body and the outer world, directly towards origin. Without the meridians he was no different from a normal, average mortal, his physique could at most make him stronger than other mortals but that was all.

"You.. what did you do to me?!" Chris screamed out, his eyes trembling, brain racing, trying to convince himself it was just a passing dream.

"You're way too dependent on your natural instincts, the moment you lost your meridians you fell prey to your own mind already. Don't bother, I don't have any interest in you, you'll be back to normal soon." Yan Ming said, his eyes and expression passive, there was no need to pay attention to a kid who wasn't even as old as a grain of hair on his body.

Chris opened his mouth, trying to utter words, trying to scream out, convince himself it wasn't real but nothing came out after several seconds, just as he was on the verge of actually going insane he heard a call jerking him back to life.

"Chris!! What's wrong?"

A boy in his mid twenties, black hair and eyes, a calm but dangerous aura swirling round him was walking towards Chris with a cold look on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"Brother, my meridians, I don't know what's wrong, I think they're crushed, it can't be--" Chris stammered, uttering words after the other, mixing them up like a confused railgun.

Gerald frowned, Chris's current state looked disheveled and his rumblings all contained the same thing "My meridians."

He raised his arm, placed his palm on Chris's chest, feeling every heart beat of his and his blood flow then his eyes widened in shock "Who did this? Who broke your meridians or was it an accident?"

"I don't know what happened, it wasn't like this before, it all happened after he placed his hand on me I don't even understand what happened."

"Who? Who did you say placed his hand on you?" Gerald asked, his eyes filled with rage, Chris was his direct blood brother, his own biological younger brother from the same mother, watching him in such a disheveled state wasn't to his liking, not to mention turning his younger brother into a cripple.

"Draxus! It's him, he placed an arm on my shoulder and this all happened, I don't even get what's happening with me right now." Chris mumbled, his words coming out in stammers.

Gerald already got the information he needed from Chris, leaving the disheveled boy behind, Gerald walked towards Yan Ming who was still watching the two with a look of interest on his face "What's wrong? You also want to challenge me?"

"I initially wanted to teach you a little lesson but since you wished for it then so be it, let's have a duel, a life or death duel, I'll use your blood as compensation for my brother's meridians." Gerald replied, his arms crossed behind his back, a calm and despondent look on his face.

"Second stage Soul Manifestation Realm, you're good enough, I also wanted to test how strong this body is." He muttered in a low voice but loud enough for a cultivator like Gerald to hear.

'How did he know I broke through to the second stage? Is it just a guess or something else? Isn't he supposed to be the wastrel of the family unable to cultivate? A cripple they said.' Gerald thought, a frown surfaced on his expression, an ominous feeling budding from the depths of his chest.

'Even if he could guess it that doesn't change anything, he was just third stage body tempering realm tte last time I saw him, if I can't even beat him up or defeat him I'll concede all my cultivation all live as a normal mortal.' Gerald thought, steeled his heart then raised his head, peering straight towards Yan Ming standing in the same spot calmly.

"Do you accept my challenge? Or you're so scared you want to chicken out."

The maids nearby along with a few passerbys pulled up to watch the unfolding show, the disheveled sixth young master, the furious third young master, and the fifth young master who had a whole different aura around him like he had been reborn overnight.

"Isn't this just straight up bullying? How is a body tempering realm cultivator expected to defeat a soul manifestation realm cultivator? This is being unreasonable." One of the maids whispered to her colleague.

"He seemed to have defeated the sixth young master who is already at the peak of the body tempering realm, it looks like he was hiding his cultivation and he's already in the spiritual awakening realm!"

"Does that change a thing? How is he expected to defeat young master Gerald? If it was a normal cultivator maybe he could've performed a miracle and battled across his realm but lord Gerald is also a genius, one of the best geniuses in the empire! If it wasn't for his bloodline he would've been considered as the next family head."

"Is he going to accept the challenge? He most likely won't." The maid replied, a curious look on her face.

Even though 'Draxus' seemed to be in trouble no one stepped in to help, even if they actually wanted to help they were just maids, there was no sort of help they could render so they did the one thing they were good at, spread the rumors, stand by and watch with glee.

"Sure, I also need a duel to stretch this weak body and test my limits, I hope you can give me a nice time." Yan Ming replied with a smile.

His confident words gave rise to an ominous feeling deep in Gerald's mind 'Why is he suddenly so confident? He suddenly transformed from the weak timid little rat into this within a single day.'

A little voice came whispering into his mind, telling him to forfeit, to ignore the duel and leave.

"Alright, a life or death battle it is, I hope you can save your poor little bones from crumbling too quick." Gerald said with a light smirk.