Chapter 67: You Guys Ready?
Lincoln’s gaze, sharp and assessing, traveled from Christopher’s feet, up his form, and finally settled on his face. He then turned to his son.
"Is he the one?" Lincoln asked, his voice low and dangerous.
Leon, his complexion ashen, could only nod, his fear palpable.
"Hmm... I did not expect someone so young," Lincoln remarked, a hint of surprise in his voice. "The Skeleton King was a formidable beast, yet you felled it. Impressive, truly. However," his tone hardened, "impressive or not, you will still pay."
Christopher, a grin spreading across his face, met Lincoln’s gaze. "Hehehe... I am Christopher Valhalla. When have I ever paid anyone?"
Lincoln’s eyes narrowed. "I see my beasts’ pressure has no effect on you. Very well, I will take you down personally." He began infusing his energy into his fist, the air around him shimmering with power.
"Master Christopher, run!" Monica cried out, her voice filled with desperation.
"Yes! You cannot defeat him and his beasts!" the Dean added, his face a picture of fear.
Christopher, however, remained rooted to the spot, his eyes fixed on Lincoln. "I care not if you are an emperor or a governor! You have offended me today, not once, but thrice!"
"Thrice? How so?" Lincoln asked, a sinister amusement creeping into his voice.
"You injured my friend," Christopher said, gesturing towards Advika, who knelt a few meters away, with blood on her lips. "Not only that, you also pressured my brother and sister. The first offense might not have warranted your death, but the other two certainly do. Let me make this promise: if I cannot kill you today, I will hunt down and destroy every single one of your beasts." A faint golden light flickered in his hazel eyes, radiating an intense killing intent.