This is the martial art of Seclela-Seclela’s martial art is meant for killing, not for sparring.
If you’re expecting some drawn-out fight lasting hundreds of rounds, you’d better go watch TV.
The old man had a smirk on his face. He pulled back his attack with a casual clap of his hands. As he strolled toward Fletcher, a mocking grin spread across his face. “Firefist, you’ve really let me down. I thought you’d at least put up a decent fight and hold out a little longer. But it never came to me that you’d collapse at the first blow.”
“They talk up the Zodiac Generals of Battlefield like you’re some kind of unstoppable force. But from where I’m standing, you’re nothing special. Just see how weak you are, how dare you call yourself a general? What a joke! Seclela’s Battlefield is nothing but a disgrace, and it’s jam-packed with pathetic wretches like you. It’s truly pitiful!”
This was an insult!
This was a raw, unfiltered insult to Seclela’s Battlefield. Fletcher felt his pride being shredded and his dignity torn apart. He gritted his teeth, eyes burning with hatred as he glared at the old man. His heart throbbed, as though it was being stabbed over and over and was bleeding hard!
Clenching his fists in rage, he bellowed, “You can kill me, but you can’t insult me!”
“Kill you?” The old man’s face darkened as he halted in front of Fletcher. A cruel laugh slipped from his lips. Looking down at Fletcher with disdain, he sneered, “I told you-I came here to kill you. Did you think I was joking?”
The old man lifted his foot and stomped down on Fletcher, who by this point had no strength left to resist. Fletcher’s organs were shattered by the huge blow just now, and his body was utterly drained. That single stomp sent him crashing to the ground!
The old man’s foot pressed down on Fletcher’s chest, but he wasn’t satisfied. Slowly, he moved his foot to stamp on Fletcher’s face. This action wasn’t just an attack on Fletcher’s body-it was a complete desecration of his dignity. As once a proud warrior and now the head of a noble family, one thing Fletcher couldn’t stand the most was that he had no way to preserve his dignity. The old man had gone too far because he wasn’t just stepping on Fletcher’s face, he was grinding down his pride, crushing his very soul!
Now the old man was satisfied. He looked down at the helpless Fletcher beneath his feet and burst into mocking laughter. “Look at you, Zodiac General, you’re nothing but trash under my feet! You pathetic, worthless creature!”
Fletcher felt like his heart was being torn apart. His dignity lay in tatters. He tried to clench his fists, but his bones were shattered. His hands no longer obeyed him, and he wasn’t able to even move a muscle.
He could accept defeat, but he could never accept this humiliation. He was a warrior-a proud defender of this country, this land. The blood in his veins was filled with pride, with honor!
Such insult… This was too much. He couldn’t bear it. He would never accept this final indignity. Never!
He was trembling-every part of him shaking violently! His eyes looked like they were about to burst from their sockets, and his teeth clenched so hard they seemed ready to crack!
The sight of Fletcher quaking helplessly sent chills through the crowd. His family and others standing nearby all broke out in a cold sweat.
It was terrifying. The old man had truly crushed Fletcher beneath his heel. In this moment, the once-mighty Fletcher looked utterly weak and helpless. Seeing such a formidable figure reduced to this state was heartbreaking.
They all pitied Fletcher in heart, but fear rooted them to the spot and tied their tongues!
All Fletcher’s frustration, anger, and helplessness were boiling within him and finally surged into a single shout. “No!”
But that desperate cry changed nothing. What awaited him was the cold, unrelenting grip of despair!
He wasn’t afraid of death. It’s just that he had never imagined dying in such a pathetic, humiliating way!
“No? What do you mean no? Are you begging me to spare you? It won’t work! From the moment I appeared, you were already a dead man! Do you really still think there’s a chance you’ll survive? Stop daydreaming and relish these last few minutes of your life, Firefist!”
The old man let out a booming, sinister laugh.
That laugh cut straight to Fletcher’s soul and destroyed his spirits!
“A warrior can be killed, but never humiliated! You can kill me, but don’t insult me or the warriors who defend Seclela! You have no right to disgrace them.”
No true warrior could endure such dishonor. As a soldier, Fletcher would rather die than swallow this bitter shame.
The old man crouched down with a chuckle, gripping Fletcher’s hair and emphasizing each word with chilling clarity, “I have no right? You pathetic fool! Who gave you the right to speak to me like that? I tell you, not just you, one day your Defender of the South will inevitably fall at my feet. I plan to keep him for last. I will have him watch how his subordinates fall one by one, while he’s powerless to save them.”
“You arrogant, ignorant bastard!” Fletcher roared with all his strength, his voice cracking as he added, “Before you even get the chance to lay a finger on Defender, you’ll become a corpse!”
“Is that so?” The old man clearly didn’t put Fletcher’s words to heart. He stood up and said, “Sadly for you, the moment I kill him, you won’t be there to witness it! Your pride will be shattered from this instant, and your life will meet its end here. But you’re a real warrior, so I’ll grant you one final opportunity to ask me one last question in your life!”
Fletcher’s heart missed a beat, and the bitter frustration consumed him. He was overwhelmed by a torrent of regret that he didn’t die as a warrior on the battlefield.
A fury of hatred was burning within him! He loathed his helplessness, and he resented his own inadequacy!
“Who are you?” he finally managed to ask.
The old man flashed a wide grin and replied, “Kameron Moreno!”
His voice reverberated through the air, and soon the skies darkened ominously as storm clouds swiftly engulfed the Atkinson family estate. In a heartbeat, the old man raised his withered hands. A fist came crashing down upon Fletcher’s head, infused with a power capable of shattering anything in its path. A thunderous boom echoed through the air as Fletcher collapsed to the ground, utterly lifeless.
There was no struggle from him. Only a crimson pool of blood slowly seeped out, painting the earth.
Fletcher’s eyes widened in shock as he slumped to the ground. He was dead, truly dead, with his gaze frozen wide open!
He died with everlasting regret!
Even in his final moments, he could not accept his fate! That’s why his eyes remained defiantly open!
A satisfied smirk played on the old man’s lips as he surveyed Fletcher’s body and the corpses of his twelve followers. Then, he erupted into wild laughter, spreading his arms wide and declaring, “Who else dares to challenge me now?”
Afterward, he cast a sweeping glance at the influential figures in the courtyard, and that single look nearly made them falter.
Noticing their fearful expressions, Kameron asked in a flat tone, “Don’t be afraid. I told you I would only kill him, and I’ll keep my promise. Now, tell me, who else is strong enough to challenge me?”
There was unabashed arrogance in his words. Kameron radiated the air of a true master.
The others exchanged anxious glances and quickly replied, “No one dares to challenge you! You are the strongest in the world! The first under heaven!”
The old man burst out laughing. “The first under heaven!” He waved his hand, then strode away with an air of triumph.