This whole twisted story, where right and wrong are completely flipped, is driving him mad! He knows he killed Fletcher Atkinson, yet the word on the street is that Fletcher just got a little banged up and is recuperating at a hospital. They even described their fight blow by blow, with so many fake details that even he almost believed them. The comments section is on fire, with everyone hyping up Fletcher like he’s some untouchable badass, boosting his reputation overnight.
He figured it might be some kind of setup, but as more news poured in nonstop, he started second-guessing himself: could Fletcher really still be alive? Either way, he had to check it out for himself. After all, in this bustling city, there wasn’t a single person who could stand in his way-not even Fletcher’s powerful general.
So he arrived, seething with fury, ready for a showdown.
Enoch Bernard’s eyes widened in shock the moment he heard that voice. It was him-the one Greedy Wolf warned them about.
He’s here! Really here! Enoch recalled what Defender had told him: this guy was beyond dangerous; they couldn’t afford to let their guard down.
At that thought, Enoch’s heart jumped into his throat. Anyone who could lay Fletcher out like that, and have Defender making such a big deal, had to be on a whole different level.
Swallowing hard, Enoch called out, “Y-yes! Fletcher Atkinson is inside! Who are you?”
Feigning ignorance, he played dumb, acting like he didn’t know who he was facing.
But Kameron Moreno’s gaze sharpened, fixing Enoch with an intensity that froze him in place. As he stepped forward, a chilling aura pulsed from him, whipping his hair back in a gust. The look on his face was pure fury.
Enoch stood there, dumbfounded.
Without thinking, he stepped back half a pace-half a step that exposed his fear.
Kameron clenched his fists, narrowed his eyes, and ground out, “So… he’s still alive?”
A bead of cold sweat ran down Enoch’s face. It wasn’t cowardice-just the sheer force radiating from this guy. Swallowing again, he replied, “Yes!”
Kameron’s breathing grew ragged, his chest heaving with fury. He scanned the crowd of a few thousand, his gaze sweeping across them like a hawk. “So, what’s your plan? You all think you can stop me?”
Enoch clutched his weapon tight, his throat dry as dust. Even though he himself was a commander, commanding thousands, his view of the world was… well, normal. He was used to criminals, the vicious kind, but he had never been on the battlefield and had seen nothing like this.
He hadn’t come across someone like this. Fear-real fear-was gnawing at him.
But now wasn’t the time to show it. He was here to guard the hospital gates, and his orders were to stop this guy in his tracks. Retreat wasn’t an option.
Gripping his weapon, he called out firmly, “If you take one more step, you’ll be facing thousands of bullets. Try it if you dare!”
Kameron laughed, loud and mocking, his arms spread wide. His laughter seemed to whip up a storm, the streetlights around them flickering wildly.
People nearby clenched their weapons, cold sweat slicking their hands. This scene was unreal. It was like a movie-one flick of this guy’s wrist and he could summon a storm. It defied all logic. In their world, people couldn’t just do things like that.
But here it was, playing out in front of them, his menacing laughter raising goosebumps, and even the steadiest soldiers were trembling.
“Don’t be scared!” Enoch suddenly shouted. “Remember, we’re men of the region! Hold your heads high and fight with me for our homeland!”
Kameron, hearing this, laughed again, muttering under his breath, “You should’ve stayed out of my way. Now that you’re in it, everyone dies.”
With that, he stomped the ground hard enough to send cracks spidering across it like shattered glass.
That single stomp was terrifying!
It must’ve taken ungodly strength to fracture the ground like that. Enoch’s men, their courage just rallying, now felt it crumble in an instant. A few fresh recruits nearly dropped their guns in fear.
They weren’t elite fighters, just soldiers from the region. They hadn’t signed up to face this kind of force. Who would want to mess with someone like this?
But even Enoch himself flinched, yet he couldn’t show it. He was the example for the others; if he panicked, they’d all follow.
So he took a deep breath, steadying his heartbeat, then shouted, “Prepare!”
He steadied his weapon, ready to fire. No matter how powerful this guy was, a hail of thousands of bullets would surely stop him.
But before a single shot was fired, Kameron spread his arms wide, arching his back, and with a fierce roar, shouted, “Go to hell!”
The shout hit them like a wave, an unseen force slamming into Enoch and his men. They didn’t even have time to pull their triggers before they were hurled to the ground! The entire crowd fell in seconds.
Dozens lay sprawled out, Enoch worst of all, coughing up blood as he hit the ground. The once-solid ranks now scattered, tough-as-nails soldiers lying on the ground, groaning in pain as if they’d been hit by a truck. They could feel their bones shaking.
This was terror, pure and simple.