Chapter 139: A Name That Shook Valcenza
A Name That Shook Valcenza
Manish Hall was beyond furious at this moment.
The anger inside him wasn’t the arrogant rage he had shown earlier—it was something darker, something mixed with cold fear.
When he looked at Marichi, his eyes almost carried killing intent.
For a brief moment, a terrifying thought even flashed through his mind.
Maybe I should just kill this stupid woman...
His fists trembled slightly.
As a direct descendant of the Hall household of Valcenza, Manish had grown up in a world most people could never even imagine. Banquets filled with powerful families. Secret martial arts meetings. Old masters whose names alone could shake entire regions.
He had seen enough to understand one simple truth.
A Gold Realm expert was not someone you offended lightly.
Such a person...
Even his own patriarch would treat with utmost respect.
Within the world of Old Martial Arts, reaching the Gold Realm meant stepping into the ranks of true power. These people were no longer merely fighters—they were forces capable of shaping the balance between entire households.
And yet—
Because of this stupid woman, he had nearly provoked one.
Manish’s back was soaked with cold sweat.
And what made it worse...
He slowly lifted his eyes toward Julian D’Aurelius.
The man standing there looked so young.
Too young.
That was the most terrifying part.
A Gold Realm expert at such an age...
It was beyond frightening.
It was monstrous.
Behind him, the elderly bodyguard also stood stiffly.
His face was pale.
His breathing uneven.
Seeing that his bodyguard’s back was drenched with sweat, Manish knew one thing clearly.
I have to step forward.
If the situation continued like this...
If the other party’s patience ran out...
He might truly die here today.
Taking a slow breath, Manish forced himself to walk forward.
Each step felt heavy.
When he stopped in front of Julian, his usual arrogance was gone.
His voice trembled slightly.
"Mister... it was my fault for being blind today."
He lowered his head slightly.
"I am from the Hall household of Valcenza."
Then he tried to speak carefully.
"If Mister could—"
Before he could finish—
Julian’s eyes suddenly turned cold.
The temperature in the room seemed to drop.
Julian stared at him with a chilling gaze and spoke slowly.
"You’re from the Hall household of Valcenza?"
Manish’s heart skipped a beat.
But a flicker of hope also appeared.
"Yes, Mister."
He nodded quickly.
"Do you... perhaps know my elders?"
If that were the case—
Maybe today’s disaster could be resolved easily.
But Julian suddenly let out a cold laugh.
"The Hall household... huh."
The corner of his lips curled into a sneer.
"Do you remember the Yates household of Valcenza?"
Manish froze.
"The Yates household?"
His mind immediately began searching his memories.
In the past...
There had indeed been a powerful household in Valcenza known as the Yates household.
At that time, only one household in the entire capital had the right to call themselves simply "the Yates household."
They had once dominated the city.
Their influence had been terrifying.
But—
Over twenty years ago...
That household had been completely destroyed.
Massacred.
Not a single survivor was supposed to remain.
Manish’s expression slowly changed.
Wait...
Could it be...?
A terrifying thought formed in his mind.
Could the Yates bloodline still exist?
Are they coming back for revenge?
Julian’s eyes were ice cold.
"It seems you remember."
He stared at Manish like a judge passing sentence.
"Today..."
His voice was calm, but every word carried crushing pressure.
"I’ll spare your life."
Manish almost collapsed in relief.
But Julian continued.
"Break both of your hands."
Manish’s heart stopped.
Julian spoke again.
"Then go back."
"Tell your Hall household something clearly."
He stepped forward slightly.
His voice became colder.
"My big brother..."
A faint smile appeared on his lips.
"My big brother’s full name is Evan Yates."
Manish felt his entire body go cold.
Julian’s golden eyes burned like fire.
"He will return like lightning."
"To avenge every household involved in the Yates household massacre."
His gaze pierced straight into Manish’s soul.
"And the first one..."
"...will be your Hall household."
Manish’s face turned completely pale.
The Yates household...
Really had someone alive.
But what terrified him even more was one thing.
Who exactly was Evan Yates?
What kind of person could make such a terrifying Gold Realm expert call him...
big brother?
Cold sweat dripped down his temple.
Manish wiped it away with a shaking hand.
Then he slowly turned toward the elderly bodyguard.
His voice was bitter.
"Old man..."
He clenched his teeth.
"Please do it."
The elderly man immediately understood.
And surprisingly—
Relief appeared in his heart.
If the young master lost his hands but survived...
That was already mercy.
Without hesitation, he stepped forward.
His movements were fast.
CRACK!
A heavy punch landed on Manish’s left arm.
The bone snapped instantly.
CRACK!
Another punch struck the right arm.
Both arms were broken in a moment.
Manish screamed once—
Then the overwhelming pain made his eyes roll back.
He collapsed unconscious on the spot.
The old bodyguard quickly caught him before he hit the ground.
Better the young master than me...
Supporting Manish’s body carefully, the old man turned toward Julian.
His expression became extremely humble.
"S-Sir..."
He forced out a respectful smile.
"May I leave now?"
Julian slowly exhaled a stream of smoke from his cigarette.
Then he spoke indifferently.
"Leave your two arms as well."
The old bodyguard froze.
The relief he had just felt vanished instantly.
For a moment he stood there in complete shock.
But he didn’t dare argue.
After hesitating briefly, he gritted his teeth.
Then—
BANG!
He smashed his own left arm with a powerful punch.
The bone broke instantly.
His face twisted with pain.
Sweat poured down his forehead.
But he didn’t dare cry out.
Holding his broken arm, he looked at Julian again with pitiful eyes.
"Sir..."
His voice trembled.
"I only have one arm left."
"I... I can’t break it myself."
Before Julian could respond—
Jareb suddenly stepped forward.
His expression lit up with enthusiasm.
"I’ll help you."
He cracked his knuckles.
Then walked toward the old man with obvious excitement.
And without hesitation—
He delivered a brutal punch.