Chapter 57: What Level Are You On?
"Did??"
The four remaining members of the Valhalla family were utterly speechless, the scene that had just unfolded leaving them lost for words.
"You!" The muscular man lying on the floor groaned, his words slurred, several of his teeth dislodged from the impact.
Christopher crouched down, tapping the man’s head twice with a casual air. "I told you," he said, his voice devoid of emotion, "but you wouldn’t listen. So, I had to do it." He stood up and turned to his mother. "What do you think, Mum? Should I spare them?"
Amara fixed the five prone figures with a look of utter disdain. "You should all consider yourselves lucky that I don’t want my son’s hands stained with your pathetic blood."
Hearing her words, the four still standing exchanged confused glances.
"But..." Amara continued, her voice hardening, "you fools came here with the intent to kill us. Such aggression cannot be easily forgiven. Therefore, my son will take both your arms and destroy your cores. We shall see just how arrogant you are when you are nothing but powerless husks!"
Oh? Mum is truly ruthless. I was merely going to damage their cores, leaving them with a sliver of life force. But destroying them entirely? That will leave them utterly powerless, a slow and undoubtedly painful demise within a couple of months.
Christopher glanced at the expressions on Ethan’s, Adonis’, and Katherine’s faces, recognizing the same grim understanding in their eyes.
"Alright then... I always listen to my mother. Let’s start with you." Christopher placed his foot on the chest of the muscular man, who surprisingly still hadn’t lost consciousness. "Goodbye to your powers!"
CRACK!!