Chapter 128: The Man Who Would Not Fall [Part-2]
The Man Who Would Not Fall [Part-2]
After the two punches landed, Julian D’Aurelius still didn’t move.
Not even a single step.
The night wind drifted across the empty road outside The Flavor Factory, carrying dust and the faint scent of burned rubber from the earlier braking. Broken glass still glittered near the Bentley.
But Julian—
Stood exactly where he had been.
Like a pillar rooted into the earth.
This time, the hook-nosed assassin was also completely dumbfounded.
He slowly pulled his fist back, staring at Julian as if looking at something impossible.
They had just used a combined attack technique.
Two peak Iron Realm Old Martial Arts practitioners, striking simultaneously.
Even a Silver Realm expert would at least stagger under that impact.
Yet—
Julian’s body hadn’t even trembled.
The four assassins looked at each other briefly.
Something felt very wrong.
Seeing the two men staring blankly at him, Julian calmly took a deep breath.
Then—
Smack.
Smack.
Two crisp slaps echoed in the night.
He slapped each of them once across the face.
The sound was sharp and humiliating.
"Helping, huh?"
Another slap.
"Assassins, huh?"
Another slap.
"Storm punch, huh?"
Another slap.
"Rock punch, huh?"
Each word came with a casual strike.
His movements weren’t fast.
They weren’t even powerful.
But the humiliation—
Was unbearable.
The two assassins staggered backward two steps.
Their cheeks burned with pain.
The damage was almost nothing.
But the insult cut deep.
Their faces turned iron-blue with rage.
As experts—
As elite assassins of the Scythe Division—
They had never suffered such humiliation.
One of them clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles cracked.
Why wasn’t this man fighting back?
Why was he simply standing there, letting them attack—
And then slapping them like children?
The Scythe Division had a mission success rate of ninety-eight percent.
In the underground world, their name inspired fear.
Yet tonight—
They were being mocked.
The hook-nosed man’s eyes burned with fury.
"All together!"
His voice rang sharply in the night.
Individually they were already terrifying fighters.
But together—
Their combined attack formation was legendary.
The other two assassins immediately moved.
"Kill him!"
With a roar, the four men surged forward.
Their bodies blurred through the darkness.
As peak Iron Realm Old Martial Arts practitioners, their speed and power were terrifying.
Their fists, elbows, knees, and kicks rained down like a violent storm.
From a distance—
It almost looked as if Julian had disappeared beneath the barrage.
To ordinary eyes, their movements would have been invisible.
Only the sound of air tearing apart revealed the violence of their attacks.
BAM!
THUD!
WHAM!
Fists struck Julian’s face.
Knees drove into his ribs.
Elbows slammed toward his jaw.
The four men surrounded him like a pack of wolves.
And Julian—
Did nothing.
He simply stood there.
Hands in his pockets.
Body relaxed.
Their blows landed on him again and again like raindrops striking a mountain.
Dozens of meters away—
Hidden behind a row of bushes near the roadside—
Timur and Jareb watched the scene unfold.
Both men were pale.
"Dad..."
Jareb’s voice trembled.
"These four... they must all be peak Iron Realm experts."
Cold sweat trickled down his back.
He had only stepped into the Iron Realm this year.
Watching their movements made his heart pound.
Their speed.
Their explosive force.
Their seamless coordination.
Even two versions of himself fighting together—
Wouldn’t be able to defeat a single one of them.
Timur’s fists slowly clenched.
His breathing became heavy.
"Yes."
His voice was low.
"Definitely peak Iron Realm."
He himself had remained in the Iron Realm for fifteen years.
Yet even after all those years—
He still hadn’t reached the peak.
But what truly terrified him wasn’t the four assassins.
It was the man standing in the middle of their attacks.
Julian.
Facing four peak Iron Realm experts.
And not moving at all.
Timur stared at Julian as if witnessing a miracle.
The assassins’ attacks were violent and relentless.
Yet Julian stood like an ancient tree rooted into the earth.
Their blows were nothing more than raindrops falling against its bark.
What level of strength was required to endure something like this?
Timur’s heart pounded wildly.
"Silver Realm...?"
He whispered.
Then he immediately shook his head.
"No... definitely stronger."
His eyes widened.
"Gold Realm...?"
Even that seemed unlikely.
A young man like Julian possessing Gold Realm strength would already be unimaginable.
Then suddenly—
A terrifying thought appeared in his mind.
Could it be...
The legendary Platinum Realm?
Timur’s entire body trembled.
Beside him, Jareb was also staring in disbelief.
His voice shook slightly.
"Dad..."
"Do you think Young Master Julian..."
"Has Gold Realm strength?"
Timur swallowed hard.
"At least."
His voice carried excitement he could barely suppress.
For someone like him—
Even a Silver Realm expert was a distant dream.
But if Julian truly possessed Gold Realm power...
Then following him would be an unimaginable opportunity.
Timur suddenly grabbed his son’s shoulder.
His voice became extremely serious.
"Listen carefully."
"From today onward..."
"We obey Young Master Julian’s every command."
"No hesitation."
"Even if he tells us to clean his bathroom..."
"Or wipe dust from the floor..."
"Or beat someone..."
"We do it immediately."
"Understand?"
Jareb nodded heavily.
"I understand."
His heart was racing.
He knew exactly what this meant.
This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Then he frowned slightly.
"But Dad..."
"Why doesn’t Young Master Julian fight back?"
"Why let these ants act so arrogantly?"
Timur watched the battle for a moment.
Then his eyes suddenly lit up.
His voice lowered into a tone filled with awe.
"You fool."
"Can’t you see Young Master Julian’s good intentions?"
Jareb blinked.
"What do you mean?"
Timur spoke slowly.
"As a master of his level..."
"He disdains to fight such ants."
He pointed toward the battlefield.
"He’s deliberately letting us observe."
"Teaching us through real combat."
"Allowing us to learn."
Jareb froze.
Then his expression suddenly changed.
"I see..."
His earlier doubts vanished instantly.
Young Master Julian—
Despite Jareb’s rude attitude earlier—
Was still allowing him to witness such a battle.
This generosity...
Was as heavy as a mountain.
Jareb clenched his fists.
His eyes filled with determination.
Young Master Julian...
From today on...
I will follow you with absolute loyalty.