The Pinnacle Of Life

The coffin was the exact model that was sent to Alex’s villa. The Yowells were fuming,

yet they knew that there was nothing they could do-they were immobile.

“Hey, do you guys think that punk would come?”

“He won’t chicken out, right?”

“I heard that the bastard is around twenty. He’s just a loser, having to rely on women to

survive. How could such a wimp defeat an Intermediate-Mystic-ranked fighter like

Scott?

Can you guys believe that? Well I don’t!”

A bunch of young adults were gossiping with each other. One of them was a woman in

her twenties, just as beautiful as Michelle. Her expression was as cold as ice.

“I don’t care what tricks he pulled during their fight. But I’ll make sure he pays for what

he did to my brother! We Pattingsons will not go back to North Tokyo as long as he’s

alive.”

This woman was Scott’s cousin sister, Winnie Pattingson.

She was the one who carved the word ‘Sl*t’ on Michelle’s face.

worry, Ms. Pattingson. As long as he comes, I’ll save you the work and help

his limbs and throw him to your feet. Then, you can

teenager with

teenager was Eugene Mulligan, one of the best fighters

Mulligans.

were one of the families in North Tokyo that

ancient times as well. Some

for

came from families of ancient martial arts

their eyes, California was just a small

fighters. They refused to believe that Alex had the power

hadn’t witnessed it.

this person was an infamous

be heard from the Yowell

the training

the back of the training grounds sat a middle-aged man behind the coffin.

he opened his eyes slightly. They were filled with

Scott’s father, Gerald

“We’re here!”

everyone turned towards the entrance. The man

entered was Alex.

walked slowly and

with

were fixated on Alex for a brief while, but he couldn’t

couldn’t even tell how well trained

to him, Gerald furrowed his eyebrows gently,

one who broke all of Michelle’s limbs without any mercy. Yet