Maxwell was a blur as he moved in front of Constantine within a flash. He barked at Fargo. "Old man, it didn’t need to co to this."
Fargo looked at him with contempt. "Little bastard, why don’t I send you quickly to et with your parents?" He began to gather his Mana as a ball of light began to form around his hand, it was hurled at Maxwell soon after.
Maxwell glared at him with rage. Mana that had been able to be converted to energy was only possible by a silver rank level or above. This was a very powerful and quick attack.
Maxwell had not anticipated that Fargo would go this far to use such a technique against him. It was now clear what he wanted hence, the use of deadly attacks. He wanted Maxwell dead.
It now seed clear to Maxwell what everyone in the Gillette Household wanted was to kill him. mbers of the Gillette Household, Vincent, Gregory and now, Fargo were doing the sa.
Maxwell imdiately made a counter move. The ball of energy coming at him didn’t make him flinch. He decided to go through it since he could not avoid it.
The crowd watched with horror. "Maybe he thinks he can defend himself." Even at level 1, bronze rank. Maxwell would not be able to stop an attack from Fargo. This was also the strongest attack from soone at the silver rank. How he was going to defend himself was a wonder.
No retreat, no surrender.
The people of low rank, level 10 and 9, bronze rank were sent flying from the force of the attack. The force from the attack weighed heavily on Maxwell as it carried air that rushed at him violently. It was as if he was being slashed with knives. Maxwell quickly focused his energy as he made a quick attack.
"Crackle!"
"Dragon Beast Palm!"
Maxwell launched his martial technique at its new level. The combination of his attack, both dragon and fire combined as one.
With the upgrade he was getting from Overdrive, the power he boasted of now was imnse. He aid directly at the ball of energy hurled at him.
"Bam!"
"Boom!"
The power clash between the two forces created a rippling sound that was deafening. The shock on Fargo’s face was now visible. He had no expected Maxwell to take on him. "This could be a problem if I don’t take care of him now." He thought.
His golden hair scuffled with the wind as he now looked inhuman. Maxwell was on a whole new level. The ball of energy has been broken through.
The ball of energy exploded, leaving nothing but Maxwell standing. Maxwell pointed out to Fargo he smirked. "You’re tough but I’m even better."
"He did it! He actually destroyed a mana ball!"
The crowd began to murmur since Maxwell had actually stopped a silver rank attack. The word was shock. Fear was written on the faces of the junior mbers visibly. And Maxwell didn’t even get a scratch on him. This was a display of arrogance to the old man.
Constantine who was now down on one knee smiled at Maxwell. "You really are full of surprises. To think you would face off with him and win. I don’t think he should still be called a Duke since he lost to you. Hahaha..."
Fargo was still in shock. He didn’t expect Maxwell to be able to stop his strongest attack, resulting in his loss which made his anger rise even more. "You dare to make look foolish in front of this crowd. Let’s see how far you can defend against ?" Imdiately he began to gather another energy ball.
Maxwell was now at a dead end. He had stopped that attack just now because he was using his Divine Technique: Overdrive. His body already ached and he only managed to pull the stunt just now so as to gain authority again.
He could not be compared to Fargo in any way since he was just at level 5, bronze rank and Fargo was already at level 8, silver rank. The power gap was very much visible.
If Fargo made another attack attempt, Maxwell looked like calm water but he was tensed on the inside. "Co at with your best, old man!" Maxwell called out.
Picking on a fight with soone at a junior rank than you was an offense already, he also didn’t hesitate to use his most powerful move against the junior that was able to defend against him. This was surely going to make headlines.
The first attack didn’t work and he was already getting prepared for another one. If Maxwell could be able to defend against the second one then, he would be making headlines and bringing down the Duke.
Maxwell would not be able to defend against another attack so, he, decided to take on a new tactic, one that used the perception of the crowd. This was a risky move and the last he could resort to.
See the opportunity, Constantine yelled out. "As worthless as the son, so is the father. Who will rescue who? Just now you couldn’t take on a bronze rank, what can you even do? Duke of Worthlessness!" Pfft! He spit out blood.
The crowd began to murmur in hushed tones but all it took was one glance from the angry Fargo and they had their mouths shut. He was now extrely angry at both Maxwell and Constantine. "A very smart move boy! But words wouldn’t get you anywhere around here so I suggest you surrender now!"
"Damn! It’s not working." The look on Fargo’s face made Maxwell’s stomach tie into a knot. Strength was what mattered here and he lacked it right now.
This was now a setback to his original plan. Which was basic, at level 5, bronze rank, he should have enough power to defeat the junior mbers of the Gillette Household but now it seed his horizons were too small.
Take a risk! No risk! No reward!
Maxwell checked his Mana bar seeing it had depleted drastically he could only take risks now. If Fargo made his attack now it would deplete what he had left for his Mana, but a third attack. Maxwell began to calculate these theories.
This was the only solution he could think of and sothing didn’t feel right about it.
"Boom!" The energy ball had now grown to its limit.
Maxwell seeing this imdiately braced himself as he took a defensive stance.
Just then...
A deafening but commanding sound yelled out. "Stop! Fargo!"
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