Chapter 5: Speak Your Last Words

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"Dude, he killed Tyron Hurst!" "Tyron is a seventh-degree black belt and a top-level Yellow Realm martial artist! In Junbert's Taekwondo circle, he was one of the best. He's won all kinds of awards at home and abroad." Everyone stared at Allan, shocked and in total disbelief. The whole wedding hall was filled with people gasping in shock. Martial artists were ranked from Yellow, Black, Earth, to Heaven, the higher, the stronger. And above Heaven, there were Martial Arts Grandmasters. But even a Yellow Realm martial artist was already a big deal in Junbert. After all, in today's world, martial artists are rare. Most folks are just regular people. "This guy's screwed! Tyron's master is the Junbert Martial Arts Association Vice President, a Black Realm martial artist. Nobody knows how strong he is!" Everyone gave Allan unfriendly stares. "Heh, no need for Tyron's master to step in. I'll take care of this myself!" Suddenly, a cold voice rang out. An elderly man in gray stepped forward, his eyes icy and his aura powerful. "That's Matthew Spears, the martial artist from the Hayward family!" someone gasped. Matthew Spears was the Hayward family's bodyguard, earning millions yearly to protect Abby. "Mr. Spears, don't hold back. Cripple those two bastards for making trouble at my wedding! Anyone who dares cause a scene has to pay!" Abby said venomously, her eyes flashing with malice. As the Hayward heiress, she was used to treating people's lives like they meant nothing. "Yes, Ms. Abby," Matthew said with a bow, stepping forward with a cold, arrogant expression. "You little punk, you sure are cocky! Get on your knees, and maybe I'll spare your life!" As the Hayward family's representative, Matthew was at the peak of the Yellow Realm. Everyone looked at Allan, expecting him to freak out and beg for mercy. But he looked calm, like he was watching something funny. "What a nuisance!" Allan didn't waste any time. He just threw a punch. A powerful burst of energy exploded in every direction in a split second. Out of nowhere, someone went flying backward, blood spraying through the air. It was Matthew. He hit the ground, eyes wide and lifeless, blood gushing from his mouth. "Who... who are you? How are you so strong?" Matthew croaked. "Who am I? I'm someone you'd never want to mess with!" Allan's gaze was cold, looking down at Matthew. A spray of bright red blood shot from Matthew's artery, bursting like fireworks across the hall. It all happened in the blink of an eye. Everyone was too shocked to react. "Holy crap, another one-punch knockout! Even Matthew Spears, a peak Yellow Realm martial artist, couldn't take a single hit from him?" The crowd was utterly shocked. Allan turned his attention to Marcus and Griffin. "Marcus, it's time to say your last words." Marcus's face changed instantly. Allan's strength was way beyond what he'd expected. Still, he kept his cool. He reached for his waistband, pulled out a gun, and aimed at Allan's head, his voice full of menace. "Ha! Kid, I don't care how tough you are. This is the modern world. Let's see you stop a bullet!" "Get on your knees!" Marcus's face twisted with rage. Getting a gun these days isn't easy. Marcus had some serious connections. Right away, everyone in the hall scrambled to escape the line of fire. Allan stayed calm, walking straight toward Marcus without even flinching. "Are you nuts? This is a gun! You think you can stop a bullet?" Marcus shouted, completely thrown off by Allan's attitude. "A gun? Please, that's just a toy for kids," Allan sneered. He was faster than lightning with his War God Technique at the seventh level and his Dragon Soar speed. Bullets couldn't even touch him, even if he just stood there. "A toy? Hah! You're full of yourself, aren't you? One more step and I'll blow your brains out!" Marcus laughed. Allan was just nuts. Who wouldn't be afraid of guns? Was he out of his mind? "Allan! Get out of the way!" Daniella screamed, shaking with worry. She couldn't bear to lose him again. "Dad, kill him! That bastard ruined my right hand. I want him dead! No, don't kill him. I want every homeless guy in Junbert to rape Daniella right in front of him! I want him to wish he were dead!" Griffin screamed, clutching his bleeding wrist. Allan shot Griffin an icy glare, but didn't finish him off. He wanted the Everett family to experience despair. After everything Daniella had suffered these past five years, there had to be payback. These bastards didn't deserve a quick death. Expressionless, Allan walked straight toward Marcus. Even an Earth Realm martial artist would have difficulty getting out alive at this distance. "You want to die? Fine!" Marcus shouted, eyes bloodshot, as he pulled the trigger. The bullet shot straight at Allan. "Allan!" Daniella widened her eyes, ready to shield Allan with her body. "Is that all you've got?" Allan said, reaching out and snatching the bullet, crushing it in his hand. Bits of metal drifted down to the floor. The next moment, Allan appeared right before Marcus. With a jolt of energy, the gun in Marcus's hand was crushed into a pile of scrap. "You..." Marcus was terrified. Catching a bullet and crushing a gun into fragments? "A-are you even human?" Marcus stammered, falling to his knees. "You shouldn't have hurt Daniella," Allan said coldly, looking down at Marcus. "I... I was wrong. The Everett family will compensate you! We can talk this out. It's a law-abiding society, right?" Marcus pleaded, terrified. He had seen many things, but Allan's actions were too shocking, inciting a deep-seated fear. "You're not sorry. You're just scared," Allan said. "If you hurt us, how will you get by afterward? Our family still has Anthony Everett, and we're close with the mayor of Junbert. You don't want to throw your future away just for this!" Marcus's tone was threatening. Even though Anthony Everett had stepped back, he still had major pull in politics and business. "I know," Allan nodded. "You guys have money, power, connections. If I kill you, I'll be in trouble." "Good that you know!" Marcus sighed in relief. "So, I'll just take out you and anyone who tries to help you," Allan said calmly. "What?!" Marcus's eyes widened in shock. "Do you have any idea how many people Flynn pissed off? You think we went after her just because of the broken engagement?" Marcus asked. "So you're saying there are other people behind all this?" Allan frowned.

Chapter 5: Speak Your Last Words

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