Chapter 0206

At Alexander’s declaration, Quon and Bram were both caught off-guard.

Lose everything? Declare Gael’s death? It was laughablel

“Dad, Mister Lacombe!”

On the corridor floor, Gael was a mess, beaten down by the guards. He struggled and howled in agony.

pointing at Alexander desperately. “Stop talking to him. Just kill him! I want him dead!”

His wife, Nery, screamed, “Do it, Mister Lacombe! Kill him!”

The elder in green, known as Mister Lacombe, shared a look with Bram, then sneered. “Standing

strong even

under my intense presence? Alexander, you’ve clearly reached the realm of energy transformation. So

young. yet so capable. Truly impressive! Alas, you’re playing a dangerous game, clueless about the

powers you’re

provoking.”

He stepped closer and narrowed his eyes. He met Alexander’s gaze with an intensity that could

intimidate the

faint-hearted.

As a formidable practitioner in energy transformation, he seamlessly integrated his spirit and vital

energy. achieving a highly focused state of spirit. With just one look from Alexander, the unspoken

message was

clear, inaction spoke louder than action.

The powerful gaze exuded an overwhelming intent, capable of effortlessly shattering the combat

resolve of ordinary energy transformation fighters.

on the

act. It’s just embarrassing.” Alexander said, his gaze steady and unyielding. With

ice,

Boom!

command was nothing more than just

struck like lightning. It echoed in his mind

all to see. Amber was clueless, and so were

Drake and Wilhelm barely scratched the

Quon’s face turned ghostly pale as

with a guttural gasp and stumbled backward, collapsing to the ground

the floor, kicking in vain before his body

his daughter Nery were beside themselves with fear,

to check for any sign of life,

He was dead!

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disinterestedly without even glancing

Gael’s fate is sealed. Now, does the head

have any further

crouching on the chilled ground, his head

that refused

heart was

support shattered in an instant. The big-shot up north

demise, and the Yablon

of that cursed Gael. Why on earth did he have to cross

throwing my weight around,” Alexander said, his grip gentle on Amber’s hand

classmates quaking in the hallway. With a reassuring smile, he added,

mistaken.

effortlessly. “Mister Hardy,

off-guard, then quickly understood.

five minutes with a flash

was quickly

screen lit up, replaying the earlier confrontation

“Look at that!”

Gael It really is

“He was harassing Amber…”

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