Chapter 8: One Against a Hundred

Words : 1924 Updated : Jan 29th, 2026

Benson Zorn's thunderous rage had everyone in the Zorn family shaking. No one dared make a sound. Only after his fury ebbed a little did someone in the crowd speak up, voice trembling. "Patriarch, according to what we found, the killer who took Young Master Oliver's life seems to have ties with the president of Anwell Pharmaceutical Company." "Oliver's death may have something to do with that woman." He laid out what had happened in the private room at Paradise that night, but his intel was only half right. He assumed Pierce Looske had gone there to rescue Lexie Looske, unaware Pierce's true goal had been to force out news of his own mother's whereabouts. The president of Anwell Pharmaceutical Company-Lexie Looske. Acquiring that company had been the task Benson set for his son. One of its research projects had deeply interested him. If it succeeded, it would bring a fortune. Benson's face turned terrifyingly dark when he heard the report. He seemed to sink into thought. After a brief silence, he spoke in a low voice. "Go seize that woman. Then spread the word: if that kid doesn't show himself, I'll have that woman buried with my son." "Yes, Patriarch!" Orders given, the Zorn family moved at once. … In the villa, Pierce Looske lounged under the careful service of four maids named Plum, Orchid, Bamboo, and Chrysanthemum. One kneaded his shoulders with gentle strength. Another tapped lightly along his legs. A third peeled an apple with single-minded focus, while the last brewed a fragrant cup of tea. He realized this life of indulgence was creeping in on him. Worse, he found himself enjoying it. A woman in red stepped into the villa. It was Peony. "Young Master, news," Peony reported. "Speak," Pierce said, motioning the maids to withdraw. Peony looked to him and lowered her voice. "We have results. The butcher behind the Wimple family's slaughter was the Four Great Families of Seafrost." "The four families joined hands to exterminate the Wimple family and carve up their holdings," she continued. A cold light flashed in Pierce's eyes. Killing intent rolled off him in a wave. "The Four Great Families were doomed," he said, voice like ice. In his heart, he had already delivered their sentence. "Young Master, there is more," Peony said again. "Go on." "After you killed Oliver Zorn, the Zorn family wants revenge. They plan to seize Miss Lexie Looske to force your hand. If you refuse to go to the Zorn estate, they will have her buried with Oliver." Crack! Pierce shot to his feet. Power surged off him, and the teacup before him shattered. His expression turned glacial. A thin smile cut his mouth. "The Zorns are in such a hurry to die? Then I'll send them to meet the King of Hell first." "Within three days, I want the Four Great Families of Seafrost gone." His voice was so cold it seemed to drift up from the depths of hell. … Seafrost, the Zorn estate. A young man in black appeared at the gates, a striking woman in red at his back. The gate guards moved to block them. A red blur slid in like a ghost. Two palms flashed. The guards blasted backward, coughing blood as they hit the ground and blacked out. The intruders were none other than Pierce Looske and Peony. The Zorns had not managed to lay hands on Lexie Looske. Peony had already sent two Flowber Palace experts to guard her in secret. The Zorn men who tried to snatch her had been quietly erased. They knew the Zorns were targeting Lexie. Letting her be taken would have been a slap in the face. Boom! With a single kick, Pierce blew the Zorn family's great gates to pieces. The crash drew the entire estate. People poured in from all sides. At their head stood the patriarch, Benson Zorn. Benson glared coldly at Pierce, his face twisted with fury. "You actually dared walk into the net." "Since you're here, you're not leaving. You'll be buried with my son!" "The Wimple family's extermination had your Zorn family's hand in it, didn't it?" Pierce asked, eyes flat. Benson snorted, surprised but unashamed. "And if it did?" That was all Pierce needed to hear. "Today, I will wipe the Zorn family from the earth and avenge my mother's clan." He swept his gaze over the gathered Zorns and announced it as calmly as if he were stating a household chore. The Zorn members froze, then burst into laughter, as if they had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world. "Did I hear that right? He wants to exterminate our Zorn family!" "Hahaha! Funniest thing I've heard all year!" "What an arrogant brat. He has no idea how high the sky is!" "I want to see how this maniac dies on Zorn ground!" Their jeers rose like a tide. They treated Pierce's vow as a punchline. Pierce's face did not ripple. He stood like a slab of ice. The mockery washed over him. He did not even blink. His eyes on them were the eyes of a man looking at corpses. Benson's confidence faltered. Pierce's unnervingly calm expression made something inside him twitch with unease. "Go! Kill them!" Benson roared. Over a hundred Zorn guards surged forward. They were the best the family had, including more than a dozen Post-Heaven Realm Martial Artists and three Pre-Heaven Realm Martial Artists. That kind of force could sweep aside many powers. Peony's hands flicked. Twin daggers flashed with cold light. She clearly meant to help. "I'll do it," Pierce said mildly. "Yes," Peony answered, stepping back with respect, ready to support at any time. True Energy poured from Pierce's core. His strength rose with every breath. His aura erupted, and a crushing pressure rolled out. The hundred guards came on. Pierce met them alone. His momentum flattened theirs. Boom, boom, boom! He used no fancy techniques. He simply drove his fist out. True Energy roared through the strike. The air cracked with a sharp sonic report. The front rank of Zorn guards exploded under that single punch. Bodies burst. Blood and flesh sprayed like shrapnel. The scene turned instantly into a charnel house. Benson's eyes went wide. He stood dumbstruck, unable to believe what he saw. What was this? A monster? Pierce had already chosen to annihilate the Zorns. He held nothing back. Gods in his path would die, Buddhas in his path would die. These people were nothing more than clay chickens and straw dogs. He moved like a god of slaughter. None lived where he passed. Post-Heaven Realm Martial Artists, Pre-Heaven Realm Martial Artists-it made no difference. None could take even a single punch. In the blink of an eye, rivers of blood ran through the Zorn estate.

Chapter 8: One Against a Hundred

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