Chapter 796: An Old Lady
Their bodies went rigid, and one by one, their mouths fell open in silent horror as they stared at Max, trembling from head to toe. It was as though the laws of their world had been upended before their very eyes, and standing in the center of it all was Max, serene and composed, who turned his faint pinkish-red eyes toward them with a calm, detached indifference that made the blood in their veins run cold.
"M-Max... w-who is that?" Josh asked his voice stuttering in fear.
Max turned to look at them and shrugged. "Of course she is June. She wanted to kill me but alas she was too weak. Moreover she was a bitch and a bitch like that always end up like that. Poor girl."
All of them terrified even more hearing Max talking so calmly about her. Even Gayle and Rose felt their heart tremble seeing Max so calm.
What they all coudn’t believe was that only a minute or a half was it take them to catch up to Max and June but in that time June was in a state where she would she wish she was dead. They for a moment couldn’t believe that a battle was even fought but the destruction of the forest a proof that a battle was indeed fought here but what they didn’t know was that it was a one sided brutality.
Max stood over June’s ruined form as he slowly shook his head, strands of hair falling forward across his forehead. "I told you it wouldn’t end up good for you, but you didn’t listen," he murmured softly, his voice filled with a cool finality as if he were simply stating an obvious truth rather than delivering a death sentence.
Then, as though this were merely business to be concluded, Max reached out for his sword.
The steel shimmered, its surface flickering with faint runes as he lifted it high, aiming the point toward June’s scorched neck. His gaze was utterly cold, devoid of hesitation, his grip steady as stone.
But just as he prepared to deliver the finishing stroke, a panicked shout cut through the tense silence like a blade.
"Yo-You can’t kill her!" Frank bellowed, his voice cracking with both fear and desperation. His eyes were wide and bloodshot, and his whole body trembled as he stood clutching his weapon, beads of sweat rolling down his face.
Max paused, glancing sideways at Frank with a faintly quizzical tilt of his head. "Huh? Why not?" he asked, his tone eerily casual, as if they were discussing the price of fruit in a market rather than the fate of a Heaven Grade genius. "She wanted to kill me, so it’s only natural that I kill her, right?"
Frank blinked, momentarily stunned by the simplicity of Max’s logic, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air before he finally forced the words out, drawing on some hidden reservoir of courage. "If you kill her, you’ll be hunted down by the Void Soul Tower! They will kill you for sure!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the devastated clearing.
Max’s eyes slid over to Frank with a slow, dismissive look, as though he were regarding a stubborn child. He gave a faint, one-shouldered shrug. "I don’t care," he said flatly. "She wanted to kill me, and I will kill her for that. It’s this simple."