Chapter 788: Trash
Everyone in the restaurant standing in a stunned hush, the air heavy with disbelief and a faint scent of scorched lightning lingering from the clash just moments before. Eyes widened and faces turned pale as the truth of what they’d witnessed settled in—Max, merely at the 6th level of Master Rank, had crushed Julio, a peak Champion Rank genius of the Thunder Monarch Hall, as easily as snapping a twig.
To defeat a 2-star genius from one of the Seven Overlord Forces was something even most Legend Rank warriors would hesitate to do, yet Max stood there as if he’d merely swatted away an annoying fly, his calm demeanor unshaken, a faint sneer lingering on his lips
It overturned every belief about cultivation boundaries that these proud geniuses had ever held, sending tremors through their confidence and leaving them questioning the limits of power itself.
Josh’s face was twisted in fury, his voice sharp and trembling as he barked across the room, "Max! Let Julio go!" His aura was flaring wildly, strands of blue lightning crackling around his shoulders like coiling serpents, but he didn’t dare take a step forward, wary of the sword still pressed to Julio’s throat.
"How dare you hold someone hostage from the Thunder Monarch Hall?! Quickly let him go at once!" Young Master Omar shouted, veins bulging at his temples, his expression a mixture of rage and humiliation. The memory of Max robbing him back in the Berserk Lightning Region clearly still burned in his chest like a brand.
Meanwhile, Derek lounged back in his seat, fingers drumming lightly on the table, his lips curling into a mocking smile. He clearly relished every moment of this chaos, caring little for Julio’s fate. What delighted him most was seeing the mighty Thunder Monarch Hall tripped up and humiliated, their arrogance battered against the rock of Max’s unexpected might.
But Scott’s reaction was starkly different. His brows furrowed into a deep crease as he glared at the scene unfolding before him. The Mountain Gods Valley and Thunder Monarch Hall shared a deep alliance forged over countless years, and Scott himself had personally given Young Master Omar his word that there would be no casualties under his watch as they ventured into Lord Kome’s secret cave together.
Yet here they were, not even at the doorstep of the secret cave, and already one of Thunder Monarch Hall’s prized geniuses dangled on the verge of death, blood dripping from his mouth and lightning flickering weakly around him like dying embers.