Apocalypse Gachapon

"Little Brother!"

Wade let out a startled cry the moment Ye Zhongming threw his punch.

As an older brother, he knew his younger brother’s weakness all too well—his penchant for gambling during fights. He had scolded Hofkaf many times about it, but Hofkaf always had a ready excuse.

He said his gambling was based on reasoning, a decision made according to the actual situation, and he only took the bet when the odds of winning were high.

Besides, how could anyone avoid gambling in battle? Otherwise, when faced with danger or difficult choices, should one always just run away?

Wade had been left speechless by this rebuttal and had gotten angry and lost his temper over it, but something so ingrained in one’s nature is extremely hard to change. Although under his constant nagging, Hofkaf had improved somewhat in this regard, when it came to a real crisis, his instincts still took over.

Wade didn’t know what the outcome would be, but seeing Ye Zhongming use his arm to block the blade without dodging—such an irrational move felt eerie. Out of caution, he called out to his brother, wanting him to back off.

If he backed off and ensured his own safety first, whether this person escaped through the gap or not didn’t matter much to Wade.

So what if he escaped? He wasn’t some enemy of theirs. Besides, with so many people around, even if he escaped for the moment, he couldn’t escape forever—they could just chase after him later.

But when he saw his brother suddenly put more force into his strike, Wade knew he had chosen to gamble again. All he could do was rush to his side as quickly as possible to help. After that hand clawed through the ground and attacked Ye Zhongming with sand, Wade used the momentum to land and charge forward. In the next second, he would be able to reach the battlefield.

And just as his body turned completely to face his brother and Ye Zhongming, he saw that punch.

The punch that landed squarely on his brother’s face.

Then, red, black, and purple—all exploded outward!

Wade’s vision went black, and his mind went blank for a moment.

Only one thought crossed his mind… It’s over.

Yes, even for a nine-star evolved, taking such a heavy punch to the head from a superhuman opponent of the same level would mean either death or severe concussion.

As for Ye Zhongming’s punch, although the feedback power hadn’t stored much power in a short time, he inherently excelled in strength. Combined with the boost from his bloodline and the fact that they were on sandy ground, this blow landed squarely on Hofkaf’s unprotected face. The latter’s facial features were directly sunken in, both eyeballs burst, and where his nose should have been, nothing normal remained—red and white substances oozed out from there.

Along with that, the entire shape of Hofkaf’s head changed. Originally spherical, it became oval, with his ears bulging and bleeding profusely. The back of his head also swelled, unsure if the bones there had been shattered by the tremendous force.

After a moment of daze, Wade rushed over like a madman. He wanted to pull his brother away. As long as he wasn’t dead, Wade had medicine that could save his life. He was willing to pay any price afterward—sending Hofkaf back to their clan for treatment would allow him to recover fully.

But then he saw smoke rising from the cracks in his brother’s head… The reason he put it that way was that Ye Zhongming’s punch had cracked Hofkaf’s head in multiple places… and the smell of roasted meat wafted out.

Ah!!!

Even if Wade didn’t know what that was, he clearly understood his brother was beyond saving… His brain had been cooked.