Those who managed to stay on their feet were utterly shocked. This power was so overwhelming they couldn’t even imagine holding him back. Even with guns in their hands, nobody dared to fire a shot.
They glanced down at Enoch Bernard lying on the ground, blood smeared across his lips, barely holding onto life.
Enoch felt like his lungs had shattered. If someone this powerful couldn’t even be stopped by Fletcher Atkinson, what chance did he have?
Seeing their commander down, whatever confidence the team had left evaporated. The saying “cut off the head, the body falls” had never felt so real-if the one they trusted was already down, what hope did they have?
“Heh…” Kameron smirked, stepping forward. “What’s the matter? You pack of nobodies still planning to block my way?”
People stumbled back, terrified. He was too powerful! Not even remotely human by any standard; his strength was terrifying.
Kameron straightened, scanning the fallen with contempt, eyeing the trembling armed soldiers. He clapped his hands mockingly. “Pathetic. You think you can stop me?”
“Oh, right, you must be Inassea’s Commander, Enoch Bernard!” His eyes locked on Enoch with a smirk, as if he’d just discovered some new amusement. Enoch lay there, too stunned to speak, his eyes wide with shock.
Kameron chuckled, “Normally, you wouldn’t even be worthy of being ended by me. Those who fall to me are legends. But as it turns out, you’ll make a perfect little ‘gift’ for him.”
With that, Kameron strode toward Enoch.
Enoch felt like he’d been hit by lightning; his whole body shook. He glanced up, and there was Kameron, right in front of him, smiling as he opened his hands. “Frankly, you’re not worth the trouble,” he sneered, “because dying by my hand is the greatest honor you’ll ever have!”
Saying this, he raised his hand, aiming to crush Enoch’s head.
Enoch’s eyes went wide with terror as he looked up at Kameron, feeling death itself wrap around him. Kameron was like a mountain, suffocating him with sheer pressure.
Was this the end?
Was he really going to die?
His last thoughts clung to one simple question: if he’d ordered them to open fire earlier, could he have prevented this?
Just as his mind went numb, a loud “BANG!” sounded, and something went flying through the air.
He heard the noise and braced for the pain, closing his eyes, assuming Kameron had finally struck and shattered his skull. But to his shock-nothing. He was still alive.
He opened his eyes, and there, standing in front of him, was a lean figure. This figure wasn’t tall or broad, and he looked frail with age, but at that moment, he stood like a giant. Enoch was instantly filled with hope, like seeing light at the end of a dark tunnel.
Kameron was gone, replaced by this person. The figure wasn’t a stranger-the Defender of the South had stepped in! Before Kameron even realized it, he’d been sent flying.
“Defender…” Enoch croaked the title, his heart overwhelmed with emotion.
Kayden Scott glanced back at him, a look that instantly lifted Enoch’s spirits.
But just as quickly, he wilted, his head drooping. “I’m sorry, Defender! I… I…” He stammered, too embarrassed to continue. Kayden didn’t respond, his attention locked on Kameron, who was now sprawled some 30 feet away.
Kameron sat on the ground, clutching his chest in pain, utterly baffled.
What just happened? How was he caught off guard like that? He prided himself on reacting fast to danger-even bullets couldn’t touch him. But somehow, someone had kicked him, and from the front! How was that possible?
Kameron’s eyes rose in shock, only to meet an icy gaze that sent chills down his spine. No doubt about it, this guy was the one who attacked him.
He looked at the figure standing before him-a young man, just in his twenties, plain-looking yet radiating an aura of death.
Kameron was no fool. While most people judged by appearance, he could feel that this man had an unnatural air about him. That murderous energy didn’t come from nowhere-it took countless lives to build up something that heavy.
This guy was no ordinary person.
This was the man he’d heard so much about-the legendary fighter from the battlefield.
Kameron narrowed his eyes, finally understanding.
“So… you’re the Defender of the South?” he asked, rising slowly and absentmindedly rubbing his bruised chest.
Kayden Scott took a few steps forward, ignoring the question as if Kameron didn’t even deserve to ask it.
His gaze stayed fixed on Kameron. “You’re the one I had to deal with on the phone twice, aren’t you?” he asked coolly.
Kameron’s face darkened, but after a brief pause, he laughed, loud and mocking, as if savoring his own greatness.
Finally, he spoke with a sneer, “So, you’re the Defender of the South, the one who killed my disciple. I thought you’d be some old guy!”