Chapter 3: True Energy Unleashed: A Grandmaster Expert's Slaughter-Debts Repaid a Hundredfold

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An elderly man in a dark red Tang jacket stood there, a wispy white beard at his chin. His eyes narrowed, a faint smile playing at his lips, and authority clung to him like a mantle. Several black-suited bodyguards shadowed him, the kind you knew not to provoke at a glance. A young man followed at his side, crisp in a white suit-the groom of tonight's wedding, husband to Miley Hayde. Yet whether it was his father-in-law, Pierce Hayde, being beaten, or his bride, Miley, pinned under Pierce Looske's heel, the groom didn't utter a word. He acted as if he saw nothing, as if the one being humiliated wasn't his wife. When the old man finally spoke, murmurs rippled through the banquet hall. "Julio Thubron is finally going to make a move?" "Yeah. It's his god-grandson's wedding, after all." "That kid is done for. Offending Julio Thubron? He'll be sleeping with the fishes by morning." The old man in the Tang jacket bore the surname Thubron. Few knew his given name. People called him Julio Thubron-one of the four kings of Seafrost's underworld. He commanded thousands and shared deep ties with the Hayde family. The groom at his side was his godson, Thiago Thubron. Thiago's marriage to Miley was nothing but a political union-profit-driven, binding the Hayde family tighter to the Thubron Alliance. "Mr. Thubron, please kill him!" Pierce Hayde growled, staring at Julio. "Don't worry, Patriarch Hayde," Julio replied, voice unhurried, that faint smile never quite leaving his face. "This brat crashed my grandson's wedding and injured my grandson's wife. That's a slap to my face and the Thubron Alliance's. Everyone knows crossing us never ends well." His gaze cut to Pierce Looske. "Kid, last chance. Let go of my grandson's wife, then get on your knees and kowtow. Apologize." Pierce answered with action. He pressed down. Miley screamed, racked with pain beneath his foot. Julio's face iced over. He felt the provocation like a slap. His eyes narrowed. He lifted a hand and flicked his fingers. "Do it." In the next instant, the bodyguards drew black pistols and leveled them at Pierce. They didn't hesitate. Bang, bang, bang! A string of gunshots cracked through the hall. Muzzle flashes spat fire. Bullets tore through the air. The rich and powerful trapped inside broke into trembling shrieks. Dozens of rounds tore toward Pierce. Julio could already see the dark-clad youth riddled like a beehive, his body blossoming with bloody holes. That would be beautiful. That would be the price for offending Julio Thubron and the Thubron Alliance. Then his expression froze. He stared ahead, throat tightening as if a hand had closed around it. The bullets halted four inches from Pierce's body, hanging there as if caught in invisible glass. They couldn't advance an inch, as though time itself had stopped. Everyone gaped. Were they filming a sci-fi flick? Julio's gaze sharpened. He stared hard at Pierce. "True Energy, projected outward-Grandmaster Expert?!" "No. Impossible. He's too young. How could he be a Grandmaster Expert?" he muttered, denying it even as the scene mocked him. Warrior realms split into four: Postnatal, Innate, Grandmaster, and Great Grandmaster. Each realm had Minor, Major, and Perfection stages. Only those who entered the Grandmaster Realm could transmute inner force into True Energy and project it outside the body. Becoming a Grandmaster Expert took decades of grueling effort. Unless one was a peerless genius with rare elixirs and endless resources, hitting Grandmaster by twenty was fantasy. "This brat must be using some secret art with brutal side effects to stop bullets," Julio concluded inwardly. Pierce's will stirred. Power surged. The suspended rounds snapped back like iron filings whipped by a magnet. Thiago sensed the danger and yanked Julio aside. The shooters behind them weren't so lucky. The reflected bullets drilled into their bodies, punching them full of holes. They died with eyes still open. "Thiago, kill him!" Julio snarled, livid. Thiago's inner strength erupted. His white suit split at the seams, revealing a balanced, honed physique as he lunged for Pierce. He was an Innate Perfection martial artist, a breath away from the Grandmaster Realm. For someone just past thirty, it was impressive. It was why Julio had chosen him as a godson and placed him at the core of the Thubron Alliance. Thiago's fist roared through the air, power howling, as if it could split mountains and shatter stone. Innate Perfection paired with the Mountain-Splitting Fist-enough to make even a Grandmaster Expert give way. Pierce only lifted a hand and swatted casually. A terrifying palm shadow crashed forth, like a mountain colliding. Thiago flew backward and slammed into the wall. Blood fountained from his mouth. His body seemed to shrivel in an instant, his white suit blooming red. He died before he even hit the ground, and a huge palm print marked the wall behind him. Julio went chalk white. Sweat beaded on his brow. He opened his mouth but couldn't form a sentence. "You…" Pierce's star-bright eyes cut to him. Julio flinched, a chill crawling up his spine, as if some demon had fixed him in its sights. He didn't hesitate. He turned and ran for the banquet hall doors. To hell with the Hayde family and any "granddaughter-in-law." Staying alive mattered more. That kid was a demon, a god of slaughter-far beyond anything he could afford to provoke. Thud! He had just reached the doors when a vicious kick hurled him back. He skidded to a stop at Pierce's feet. A stunning woman in red stood in the doorway-Peony of the Flowber Palace. Pierce looked down at Julio and lifted his foot. Julio's terror broke loose. "You can't kill me! I'm with the Thubron Alliance-" Thud! Before he could finish, Pierce stomped. Julio's skull burst like a watermelon. It was a spray of gore, violent and final. Julio Thubron, a kingpin of Seafrost's underworld, died just like that. The wealthy crowd trembled, faces ashen, too scared to breathe loud. Even Pierce Hayde, patriarch of the Hayde family, stood petrified. Pierce's gaze swung back to Miley at his feet. His voice came down like a blade. "Talk. Where is my mother, Emmy Wimple?" Miley barked out a mad laugh, her face twisted. "Hahaha! You want that bitch's whereabouts? I'm not telling you. Hahaha!" Ice flashed in Pierce's eyes. "This is your last chance. Speak, or wish for death." "I won't talk even if I die. Kill me! Go on, kill me-hahaha!" Pierce looked to Peony. "Where are the death-row inmates I told you to find?" "Young Master, they're outside," Peony said. On the way here, Pierce had ordered her to bring some condemned prisoners. She hadn't known why, but she had obeyed. "Bring them in," Pierce said, voice flat. Miley went pale. "What are you going to do?!" "I'm going to make you wish you were dead," Pierce said, eyes like winter. "You humiliated my mother. I'll make you pay a hundredfold." Moments later, Peony returned with four or five death-row prisoners, fresh from the dungeon in striped uniforms, filthy and reeking, eyes dull and unfocused. Pierce flicked his wrist. Five specially treated silver needles shot into their bodies. In the next heartbeat, the inmates' eyes flushed red, skin burning, heat steaming off them. Pierce nudged Miley toward them with a light kick. The five convicts surged like wolves spotting a lamb and swarmed her. Her white wedding dress tore apart in an instant. Horror seized the onlookers. This was ruthless. This truly was a fate worse than death. "Beast! I'll kill you!" Pierce Hayde roared and charged at Pierce. Pierce backhanded a palm. Pierce Hayde flew and slammed into the wall. Organs ruptured, bones shattered, blood spilled from his lips. He died on the spot. Watching her father die, Miley screamed and thrashed under the assault. "Dad! Dad! I'll kill you! I'll kill you!" Footsteps thundered outside-fast, countless. A squad in matching uniforms stormed into the hall.

Chapter 3: True Energy Unleashed: A Grandmaster Expert's Slaughter-Debts Repaid a Hundredfold

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