Kayden gently consoled Felicity, “Don’t worry. They’re merely six hundred useless fools. These pathetic weaklings aren’t even enough for me to warm up.” As he spoke, he clenched his fists. The sharp crackle of his knuckles broke through the tense air.
Gentleness was not a trait commonly associated with Kayden. In fact, only Georgia had ever witnessed his rare tenderness. Now, Felicity unexpectedly saw a side of him so few would ever know.
Taking down six hundred men alone was, to most, never possible. The outcome seemed painfully obvious that victory would undoubtedly go to the side with overwhelming numbers.
But to Kayden, who had once taken the lives of hundreds of thousands, the number six hundred was laughably insignificant and almost no different from a zero.
“Attack!” On the second-floor walkway, Bruno raised a scarlet flag high above his head. With a commanding sweep of his arm, he brought the flag down in a swift arc.
His tall frame, silhouetted against the slanting rays of the setting sun, resembled a ferocious tiger poised to strike!
At the signal, the six hundred men surged forward like a raging torrent. They moved with explosive energy.
Their expressions gleefully twisted as if they were on the verge of claiming a huge prize.
Excitement was written all over their faces!
Felicity couldn’t take it. She shut her eyes tightly, and her heart pounded like a trapped bird’s wings. She didn’t dare to watch the impending savage violence. The gleaming blades in the men’s hands promised only blood and death, and she knew full well what would happen when steel met flesh. She didn’t want to see it.
The thought of death paralyzed her. In her mind, the end felt terrifyingly real. Trembling, she clenched her fists, steeling herself for the inevitable.
And then, Kayden moved. With an unhurried grace, he stepped forward.
Just half a step. Yet it was that half-step that changed the situation. He raised his fist.
At the head of the group, a thug brandished a steel pipe, striking Kayden with savage intensity.
His expression twisted into an exaggerated grimace, and his eyes blazed with certainty that his strike would be fatal. He swung with all his might, intent on crushing Kayden where he stood.
But the steel pipe never landed. Before the brute’s blow could descend, his feet faltered. In the blink of an eye, the man lost all sense of balance. He wavered briefly before collapsing like a marionette whose strings had been mercilessly cut. And in that instant, he felt nothing at all.
Kayden raised his fist and, without hesitation, brought it crashing down on the head of the man leading the charge.
The punch landed like a hammer against a stone. Teeth flew from the man’s mouth, scattering in a grotesque arc.
And his blood burst from his face in a spray.
The force of the blow sent the man soaring through the air.
His hundred-pound frame was lifted clean off the ground!
Then, his body collided with the men surging behind him, sending them tumbling like bowling pins. Cries of shock filled the air as the group collapsed in a heap of flailing limbs and curses.
One punch. Just one punch and Kayden had taken out an entire wave!
He seemed to be in complete control now.
He didn’t stop there. Kayden moved forward in a lightning speed. With another devastating punch, he sent another man flying. The scene repeated itself, and the thugs fell like dominos.
And then, the real show began!
Kayden transformed as if unshackling his true strength. Where moments ago, he had appeared weary and sluggish, he now moved with unbridled energy. He was now as fierce as a tiger stalking prey!
He wove through the group of thugs, his fists raining down left and right. Each punch left a man sprawled on the ground. The thugs all clutched their wounds and wailed in agony. What had been a cacophony of jeers and taunts moments earlier now morphed into a symphony of anguish.
The once smug thugs could now only let out moans of pain. They fell like livestock before the butcher, powerless to resist the wrath of Kayden’s fists.
Ironically, throwing fists was not even Kayden’s forte. He preferred to use his blade-his trusted, battered knife.
If he wanted their lives, he could take them in the blink of an eye. But he didn’t want a killing spree today, so he only used his fists!
These thugs were no strangers to fighting. They lived for it, thriving on blood and brawls, and they were not ones to back down easily. Seeing their comrades fall only ignited their bloodlust further. With a reckless determination, they surged forward, charging Kayden with all the ferocity of cornered animals.
But their bravado could not make up for their glaring weakness.
Despite their numbers, despite their fearless rush, they couldn’t so much as lay a finger on Kayden.
Several times, they thought they were on the verge of striking Kayden. Their blades were so close to him that they could almost feel them biting into flesh.
But each time, just as the attack seemed inevitable, Kayden would move like lightning. He would respond with punches and leave his attackers crumpling one by one.
It was as though he could detect every move before it even began. No matter where they attacked-front, side, or behind-he countered with chilling precision.
Bruno could barely contain himself. He leapt to his feet, veins bulging on his neck as he roared, “What the hell are you doing? Hit him! Get behind him and finish him off!”
“Damn it! Are you all useless? If you can’t take him down, I’ll do it myself!”
He was so agitated he nearly jumped into the fray.
But a minute later, all his bravado vanished like smoke in the wind.
The fiery rage in Bruno’s eyes dimmed, replaced by a creeping dread. His mouth hung slightly open as he stared in disbelief.
In that short span of sixty seconds, half his men had been taken down. Yes! Nearly 300 men were writhing on the ground, and their anguished cries rose like a tragic chorus.
None of them could get to their feet again. They writhed, clutching their broken bodies, their faces twisted in sheer agony.
Bruno’s vision of the battle shattered like glass. In his mind, he had seen this as a slaughter. He expected that his 600 men, each throwing a punch, could easily reduce Kayden. Then with a few dozen stomps, there wouldn’t even be a body left to bury!
But reality had flipped that expectation upside down. Instead, they couldn’t even get near Kayden. Each charge had been ruthlessly countered!
Unbelievable.
No, not just unbelievable. This was unreal. It was impossible.
Who on earth is this young man?
Bruno stared at Kayden with a new kind of fear. His perception of Kayden had twisted. In his eyes, Kayden was no longer a man but a monster cloaked in human skin.
Bruno’s mind buzzed with disbelief, and thoughts collided in chaos. The world as he knew it crumbled under the weight of this impossibility.
He did it! He was truly beating his way through 600 men! And he did it alone!
It was madness, sheer madness.
How could any single human in this world take down 600 men alone?!
At this pace, Kayden wouldn’t need more than two minutes to finish the rest. Every last one of Bruno’s men would hit the ground, no different from crops being reaped by an unstoppable, merciless sickle.
Terrifying!
Bruno felt his scalp tingle. The fear ran so deep it numbed him. A cold and suffocating wave swallowed him whole.
He had no idea who-or what-he’d crossed this time, but one thing was certain: he was in big trouble now!
The realization hit Bruno like a tidal wave, and he swallowed hard, his throat dry as sandpaper.
Kayden kept throwing punches, pummeling the thugs. Each strike landed with devastating precision, toppling one man after another. Sometimes, a single punch blasted three of them off their feet.
These were street bullies and feared nightmares for the average citizen. Yet even so, Kayden held back from lethal force. Leaving a trail of corpses and rivers of blood here would create chaos too great to ignore, and Kayden had no interest in that.
But whatever, his fists delivered a punishment they would remember in their bones!
The assault didn’t let up. Kayden’s fists swung like steel hammers, breaking through their defenses with every bone-crushing blow. With each swing, another group of thugs hit the ground, groaning or out cold.
His strength was superhuman, and his ferocity was unmatched. Everyone watching stood frozen in shock, eyes wide as saucers, and breaths caught in their throats.
The only thought racing through their minds was the same:
This is insane.
He’s not just strong. He’s unstoppable.
Too strong to believe. Too strong to be real.
“Bruno!” Owen stammered, “Is this real? How can anyone fight like that?” His expression was a picture of shock.
For people like him, who had never seen a real Warrior in action, this was a spectacle straight out of a sci-fi blockbuster.
Even more thrilling than the sci-fi movie!
Bruno’s stunned expression twisted into fury as he snapped back to reality. Without hesitation, he swung his hand and slapped Owen hard across the back of the head. “Are you seriously asking me?!” Bruno roared, “You absolute idiot! Do you even realize what a mess you’ve gotten me into?!”
Owen clutched his head in stunned silence. His confusion was almost comical. “What… what did I do, Bruno?”