The Man Who Would Not Fall
The four n suddenly ignited with excitent.
Their voices rose in rough laughter and shouts, echoing across the quiet hillside. One of them even flicked away his cigarette carelessly, the glowing ember landing in the dry grass.
For a mont it almost looked like the hill itself might catch fire.
Their blood was boiling.
Their minds filled with visions of glory.
In their intense anticipation—
The headlights finally appeared.
A car was approaching along the narrow road.
"Target’s here," the gaunt man muttered, his thin lips curling into a grin.
The black Bentley rolled closer.
Twenty ters.
Ten ters.
Before the car could even stop—
The four n exploded into motion.
Like leopards descending on prey.
The gaunt-faced man raised his arm sharply.
A dagger flashed in the moonlight.
Whoosh—
The blade flew through the air with deadly precision.
CRACK!
The dagger pierced straight through the windshield.
The glass shattered inward.
"Damn it!"
Inside the car, Ammy D’Aurelius flinched violently.
The sudden attack made his heart jump.
If I ss up now... I’m finished.
He quickly slamd on the brakes.
The Bentley screeched to a halt.
Ammy turned toward Julian with an angry expression that looked perfectly convincing.
"Bro!"
"Soone’s looking for trouble!"
His voice was tense, almost heroic.
"I’ll go down and deal with them."
The car had a dashcam installed.
Everything was being recorded.
He had to act like this.
Otherwise suspicion might fall on him.
Julian glanced at him.
A faint smile appeared on his lips.
He already knew.
Ammy had contacted the Scythe Division.
This entire scene was just theater.
Still—
Julian played along.
"Go ahead."
His voice was calm.
Ammy felt a surge of joy inside.
Perfect.
He pushed open the car door and jumped out.
With his fists clenched, he rushed toward the four assassins.
He shouted loudly as he ran.
"You bastards!"
"How dare you attack my brother!"
His acting was excellent.
Unfortunately—
His fighting skills were not.
The mont he reached them—
One of the Scythe Division mbers stepped forward casually.
Thud.
A single chop to the neck.
Ammy’s eyes rolled back.
His body collapsed instantly.
He dropped to the ground like a sack of flour.
Unconscious.
"Trash," one of the assassins muttered.
anwhile—
Julian calmly unfastened his seatbelt.
He opened the door and stepped out of the car.
The night air was cool.
The broken windshield glittered under the headlights.
Julian slowly looked around at the four n standing before him.
His expression remained calm.
Almost bored.
"Did Evan send you?"
His voice was steady.
The assassins exchanged glances.
One of them snorted coldly.
A short man with thick arms stepped forward.
"Why does a dead man need to know so much?"
Without another word—
He launched a punch straight toward Julian.
This man was a peak Iron Realm Old Martial Arts practitioner.
In his eyes—
Wealthy young masters like Julian were insects.
One punch was enough to kill.
The punch tore through the air.
The wind from the strike whistled sharply.
Julian didn’t move.
Not even an inch.
He simply stood there.
The fist slamd directly into his face.
BAM.
The impact echoed in the night.
The short man expected to see blood.
Bones breaking.
A body flying backward.
But—
Nothing happened.
Julian stood exactly where he was.
Not even a step backward.
Not even a flinch.
The short man blinked.
His brain froze.
"What...?"
He stared at Julian in disbelief.
That punch had contained trendous power.
Even a Silver Realm martial artist would have felt it.
Yet Julian looked completely unaffected.
Julian slowly turned his head back toward him.
His expression was filled with disdain.
"Is that it?"
He tilted his head slightly.
"Didn’t you eat?"
The words were quiet.
But they cut deeper than any blade.
The short man’s face turned red with anger.
His pride shattered.
Who was he?
An elite mber of the Scythe Division.
Feared throughout the underground world.
And now—
A spoiled young master was mocking him.
His eyes burned with fury.
"Take my Rock Punch!"
He roared and lunged forward again.
This was his strongest technique.
His entire body twisted with power.
Muscles surged.
The punch carried terrifying force.
Enough to break a bull’s skull.
The fist slamd into Julian’s chest.
BOOM.
But Julian—
Still didn’t move.
The short man froze again.
His mouth slowly opened.
His mind couldn’t accept what he was seeing.
"My full strength...?"
"No effect...?"
His voice trembled.
"You... you’re pretending, right?"
He stared at Julian as if looking at a monster.
Julian only smiled faintly.
His golden eyes were calm.
Full of contempt.
"Pretending?"
His voice was soft.
But filled with mockery.
Did these fools really think they could break the Undestroyable Barrier Skill?
This was a power he had obtained from the Tyrant System.
A skill that made him an immovable fortress.
The short man’s breathing beca uneven.
His confidence had cracked.
He turned his head quickly.
"Second brother!"
"Help !"
"Use Storm Fist!"
The other three assassins were equally shocked.
Their strengths were nearly identical.
If one of them couldn’t hurt Julian—
Then sothing was terribly wrong.
A tall man with a hook nose stepped forward.
His eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Move."
His body suddenly blurred.
He rushed forward like a ghost.
In the blink of an eye—
He appeared beside Julian.
His fist shot toward Julian’s left cheek.
At the sa ti—
The short man jumped forward again.
His fist targeted Julian’s right cheek.
Two powerful punches.
Two peak Iron Realm attacks.
They struck simultaneously.
BAM!
BAM!
The sound of impact echoed through the quiet road.
Dust scattered.
Wind howled.
And when it cleared—
Julian was still standing there.
Completely unmoved.
Like a mountain that refused to fall.
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Creator of Villain of Fate: The Tyrant System
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