Chapter 5: A Chance for Last Words

Words : 1809 Updated : Feb 28th, 2026

Pierce Oldakers saw Anakin Upsall taking the enemy lightly and hurriedly blurted, "Brother Upsall! This guy just killed Master Andre with a single palm!" "And he caught a pistol round with his bare hand!" "Don't underestimate him!" What? Anakin Upsall froze. His gaze swept the bodies on the floor until he found Andre Helwick. His face drained of color. Andre Helwick, one of Zerton's so-called Ten Great Experts, had been slapped to death by Brock Yale? And the man could catch bullets with his bare hand? That was something only an Earth Realm expert, or someone even higher, could pull off. Yet Brock Yale looked barely twenty… How could he possibly have reached the Earth Realm already? "All of you, together!" Anakin Upsall barked, the contempt vanishing from his eyes as he threw his arm forward. "Rush!" The Zerton Guards surged in a wave. A murderous chill flooded the hall. "Brother Brock! Run!" Vienna Scurr sobbed as she tore free of her parents' grip. Limping hard, she still tried to throw herself toward him. That raw, desperate sincerity… It scorched Vera Oldakers to the bone. Vera glared at Brock Yale and Vienna Scurr with poison in her eyes and spat through clenched teeth, "You slut. Once we kill this bastard, I'll make you beg for death!" Pierce Oldakers saw that Anakin Upsall had the numbers, and the fear in his chest evaporated. Excitement glittered in his eyes. "Brother Upsall! Kill him!" Brock Yale faced dozens of elite Zerton Guards alone. Not a trace of fear touched his expression. Instead, he let out a soft, mocking laugh. "Why make this so complicated?" Before the last word even settled- He flicked his hand. A blade of wind swept past a nearby dining table and caught a wine bottle. Strike the leader first. The bottle shot forward, driven by his palm force, and screamed straight for Anakin Upsall's face with the force of a shell. Bang! A skull burst apart. Red and white sprayed. Anakin Upsall's body sagged and crumpled as if his bones had been pulled out in an instant. "Brother Upsall?!" Pierce Oldakers stared, unable to believe what he was seeing. Everyone in the room stopped breathing. Even the guards, men who had seen their share of blood, went rigid and forgot to move. The banquet hall, which had sounded like a battlefield a heartbeat ago, fell into a deathly silence. That was Anakin Upsall, one of the Ten Commanders of the Zerton Guards. A general under the King of Zerton. A tyrant who ruled his corner of Zerton with an iron fist. And he had died just like that? There was not even a body left to bury. "Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!" The guards roared as one, killing intent surging sky-high. Their voices rolled over the villa like thunder, overwhelming in sheer momentum. "Come," Brock Yale snapped. The single word hit like a tiger's roar and a dragon's cry. It crushed the guards' shouts outright, vibrating through the hall until ears rang. The few guards closest to him bled from their eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. They flew backward and slammed to the ground. Was this even human? Their courage shattered. Terror spread across their faces as they looked at each other, then at the mess that had been Anakin Upsall. Their momentum collapsed in an instant. They turned and ran, tripping over themselves to escape. They had come fast, and they fled even faster. In moments, they were gone. "Brother Brock…" Vienna Scurr's lips parted. She stared at him and swallowed hard, her eyes brimming with shock and worship. Brock Yale remained where he stood, his gaze locking onto Pierce Oldakers. His face was cold, like a killing god walking among men. "You get one last sentence." Pierce Oldakers had been scared out of his wits. His eyes sank into his face, panic twisting his features as he did nothing but wail and beg. "I… I really didn't know… Help! Somebody help me…" Pfft! Brock Yale lifted his eyes. His stare turned razor-sharp, and an invisible pressure crashed down. A mist of blood erupted in front of Pierce Oldakers. His body deflated like a punctured bag and toppled to the floor. "Dad!" Vera Oldakers let out a hysterical scream. Forgetting the agony in her face, she stumbled to her father, saw he was already dead, and snapped. Driven by fear and rage, she charged Brock Yale without a shred of reason left. "You bastard! Brock Yale! I'll kill you!" Smack! A slap rang out, crisp and brutal. Vera Oldakers' head spun three full turns on her neck. The madness was still frozen on her face, but her neck had twisted into a knot. Her body lost all strength and collapsed. The Oldakers family went limp with terror. They stared at Brock Yale as if he were a nightmare given flesh. Everyone in the hall trembled, terrified of provoking that slaughtering god. Even breathing became careful, as if a single sound might invite death. Brock Yale lifted his gaze and swept it across the Oldakers family. His eyes were so cold it felt like falling into an ice abyss. "Go tell Old Man Oldakers to think long and hard about it. Back then, who was it that wiped out the Yale family?" "If his answer doesn't satisfy me… then today will be the anniversary of death for your entire Oldakers family." "Get out." A few casual lines, and the Oldakers family scattered in panic. The guests did too, fleeing like they had lost their minds. Before long, the massive Oldakers villa held only Brock Yale and the Scurr family of three. "Brother Brock!" Vienna Scurr limped forward and threw herself into his arms. Tears of shock and joy slid down her cheeks without a sound. "You silly girl." Brock Yale held her gently, his voice soft. "Are you okay?" "I am! I'm fine!" Vienna Scurr cried through her smile, one so bright it held nothing back. "Brother Brock… I'm really fine!" "I'm so happy I could see you again!" Her emotions broke loose. Before she could even finish a few sentences, she buried her face against his shoulder and sobbed. Brock Yale supported her, patting her smooth, delicate shoulder again and again. "Brock… these past years… where did you go?" Onyx Scurr and his wife stepped closer, shock written all over their faces. The Yale family had been slaughtered overnight ten years ago. Brock Yale had vanished the same night, gone for a full decade. Everyone had assumed he was dead. No one expected he was alive, and that he would return with strength like this. "It's a long story…" Brock Yale gave them a simplified version of what happened after he left Zerton. Onyx Scurr's brows shot up. "So you're saying… you're a warrior now?" Brock Yale nodded. Chiton revered martial strength. The nation had been built on it, and it bowed to it. Ordinary people had to obey the law, but for warriors, the law carried far less weight… If Brock Yale truly possessed the strength of an Earth Realm Warrior, then killing Pierce Oldakers and Vera Oldakers in public would hardly count as a serious matter. "Brock… are you really an Earth Realm Warrior?" Leona Warth couldn't help asking. Brock Yale shook his head and answered honestly. "I'm not sure where my cultivation stands. My masters never talked about those so-called realm divisions." His seven masters had only taught him how to cultivate. They had never mentioned ranks, realms, or any kind of warrior grading. He had no frame of reference at all. "Ahem… ahem…" While they spoke, Vienna Scurr's crying suddenly turned into violent coughing. Then, without warning, she pitched forward and collapsed. "Vienna!" All three cried out at once…

Chapter 5: A Chance for Last Words

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