Years ago, the defenders of ten nations studied him tirelessly for three years, trying to find a weakness, only to fight three days and nights with no success. Eventually, he defeated all ten. His exhaustion had been the only reason he’d lost consciousness.
To Kameron, everyone else had always seemed insignificant, like ants.
He looked up at Kayden Scott, trembling under the crushing weight that felt like a mountain pressing down on him. It was suffocating.
“No!” he shook his head, muttering, “I don’t know what you’re talking about-Hellblazer, never heard of it! I’m here for revenge, for my disciple Damian Morgan. I wanted you to feel what it’s like to lose someone you raised, just like I did! You wouldn’t seek revenge?”
Kameron went on, voice fierce. “As a warrior, I’d stop at nothing to avenge him! I want Fletcher Atkinson dead, and next, Flood, Wood Faulkner, Liam John, Gold! I’ll take down your Zodiac Generals and your Eight Royal Regiments! This is my way!”
Kayden Scott’s gaze never wavered. After a long silence, Kameron met his eyes, but quickly averted his gaze, unable to bear the intensity of Scott’s stare. Those eyes-if looks could kill, Kameron would have been shredded into pieces a hundred times over. Overpowered, he felt his strength and pride obliterated.
Kayden’s cold laugh broke the silence. “Since you refuse to talk, then you’re done here.”
As he spoke, a gleaming blade appeared at the base of his palm.
Kameron’s eyes widened in shock. “Hand becomes a blade-who… who are you?”
In all his knowledge, only legendary warriors could perform such a feat, people who’d lived centuries to master it.
But this guy, this twenty-something? Impossible!
The realization hit Kameron-he was facing a true martial arts prodigy.
“Don’t bother trying to find out,” Kayden said, his voice as cold as steel. “Prepare to meet your end.”
But Kameron, panicked, shouted, “Wait! I have a question-how is Fletcher Atkinson alive? I shattered his organs, cracked his skull! He shouldn’t be breathing! Are you lying to me? Was all this just a trap to get me here and finish me off?”
With a signal, Kayden gestured to Greedy Wolf, who, moments later, wheeled out a large tub. Inside, seated with eyes closed, rested none other than Fletcher Atkinson. Though immersed in herbs with a medicinal aroma filling the air, Fletcher’s face looked vibrant, almost serene.
Kameron was dumbstruck. Shaking his head, he whispered in disbelief, “No, impossible. I killed him… he’s supposed to be a dead man. He can’t be alive! But if he is… he must be a cripple, right?”
Kayden shrugged. “Had anyone else tried, sure, he’d be ruined. But I treated him. He’ll be back to normal in a month.”
With a final glance, Kayden stepped back. “Enough. Time’s up.”
A resigned look washed over Kameron’s face. Nodding slightly, he straightened, ready to face his fate. “Dying by the hand of Seclela’s Defender-it’s an honor.”
But Kayden only laughed coldly. “You’re not even worth my time. Greedy Wolf.”
Greedy Wolf stepped forward, resolute, his every movement radiating authority. Kayden’s voice dripped with disdain. “You’re nothing but trash, unworthy of my blade.”
Kameron’s eyes went wide. This was an insult, the ultimate humiliation. “No! You can’t treat me this way! Insulting your opponent-it’s taboo!”
For Kayden, rules meant nothing. Those who crossed him didn’t get second chances. He’d ordered Kameron’s death knowing he’d extracted all he could from him, understanding this man who had undergone excruciating pain to reach the Grand level must have an unbreakable willpower.
Even among Zodiac Generals, no one had reached the Grand level. They were close but never achieved it.
Only a few Seclela’s elites had such power.
Watching Greedy Wolf approach, Kameron shook his head, panic rising. “No! You can’t kill me! You’re not even at the Grand level yet! You don’t have the right!”
“I’m the leader of the Five Ghosts! If you kill me, they’ll come for you-they won’t let this go!”
But his protests were cut short by a heavy thud. Greedy Wolf’s fist struck him down, sending him into a final, silent stillness. And thus ended Kameron, destined to meet this fate the moment he’d targeted Fletcher Atkinson.
Kameron was gone. He’d never expected such a humiliating end.
With an unflinching expression, Kayden turned to Greedy Wolf. “Look into this ‘Five Ghosts’ business,” he ordered.
“No need,” came a sudden voice.
Supported by two guards, Enoch Bernard struggled forward. “Defender, I know who the Five Ghosts are!”
Kayden looked at Enoch.