Chapter 8: Shocked The Whole Audience

In Eastern City, Lennart Fox was a name that everyone knew. As the second-in-command of the Fox family, Lennart was infamous as the underground emperor of Eastern City. Cunning and ruthless, Lennart specialized in dealing with the Fox family's enemies, with countless lives claimed by his hands. He was known as the "Blood-Handed Butcher." If anyone in Eastern City was to be feared the most, it was undoubtedly Lennart. Upon seeing Lennart enter the banquet hall, almost everyone instinctively took a few steps back, fearing they might anger this second master of the Fox family. Sherise and Deja were even more terrified, their faces drained of color, full of panic. "Kid, you've got some nerve! How dare you touch someone from the Fox family!" Lennart glanced at the miserable state of Redlyn, his face darkening as he looked up at Ruxley. As soon as he saw Ruxley, Lennart's pupils contracted. From Ruxley's body, he could feel an incredibly terrifying killing aura. Only someone who has spent years on the edge of death, fighting countless life-and-death battles, could possess such a fearsome aura. Lennart narrowed his eyes, staring intently at Ruxley, and said coldly, "Kid, judging by the killing intent on you, you must have been a soldier and taken lives before! But if you think that gives you the right to touch someone from the Fox family, then you're too naive!" "Is that so?" Ruxley's lips curled into a sinister smile as he stomped heavily on Redlyn's chest, sneering, "Then I'd like to see what your Fox family can do to me." Ruxley looked at Lennart with an indifferent expression, his eyes cold as ice. The reason he hadn't killed Redlyn immediately was to torment him, making Redlyn and the Fox family behind him repent in pain and regret. In this world, no one could harm his sister. Even if it was Hades himself, Ruxley would make them pay in blood. "What an arrogant brat!" Seeing that Ruxley had no regard for him at all, Lennart's face instantly darkened. In Eastern City, no one had ever dared to speak to him like this. Ruxley was courting death. "Hmph!" Lennart sneered coldly, his eyes filled with murderous intent as he stared at Ruxley, saying, "Kid, you've got guts! Today, I'll see what makes you so arrogant!" With that, Lennart raised his hand and ordered his men around him, "Go, cripple this brat for me!" "Yes, master Lennart!" The black-clad men surrounding them drew their machetes and steel pipes from their waists and charged toward Ruxley together. Ruxley stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent as he watched the black-clad men charge at him, not even bothering to move. "Just a bunch of nobodies like you, and you think you deserve to make our master lift a finger?" Arius snorted disdainfully, his figure flickering, turning into a black shadow as he rushed toward the black-clad men. In just one minute, all the black-clad men were knocked to the ground by Arius, each with broken limbs, lying on the ground moaning in pain. "What!" "How is this possible?" Seeing this, Lennart's face changed instantly. He hadn't expected Arius to be so powerful, dealing with his men in just a few moves. No wonder Ruxley was so confident. It turned out he had such a formidable man under his command. Although Arius' strength was somewhat surprising to Lennart, there was no fear on his face. As the head of Eastern City's number one family, the Fox family's strength was not just this. "Mr. Hodge, take care of this brat!" Lennart turned to the black-clad old man behind him and said. The black-clad old man was short, but his eyes were sharp, and he exuded an overwhelming aura. He looked at Arius disdainfully and said arrogantly, "Master Lennart, leave everything to me. Within three minutes, I'll have him kneeling before you, begging for mercy!" With that, Yandel Hodge stepped forward and approached Arius directly. "Kid, don't think that just because you have some strength, you can act arrogantly. In front of me, you are nothing but an ant!" With his hands behind his back and his chin slightly raised, Yandel exuded an aura of a highly respected master. The surrounding crowd, watching the proud stance of Yandel, showed expressions of fear in their eyes. "It's Mr. Hodge! I didn't expect him to show up!" "Mr. Hodge is the Fox family's revered elder. It's said that his strength has reached the level of a sixth-grade martial artist, one of the strongest in Eastern City!" "Oh my god! A sixth-grade martial artist! That means this kid is doomed!" Hearing the murmurs from the crowd, Arius raised an eyebrow and smirked coldly. A mere sixth-grade martial artist dared to flaunt his power in front of him? He really didn't know the meaning of death. Yandel looked at Arius with an arrogant expression and said, "Kid, considering your youth, I'll give you a chance. If you cripple your own hands right now and kneel down to apologize to master Lennart, I'll spare your life today. How about it?" Seeing Yandel act as if he was invincible, Arius was completely speechless. He coldly responded, "You're really annoying! If you utter one more word, I'll make sure you never speak again!" "How dare you!" Yandel's face changed as he angrily shouted, "Since you refuse to take the easy way, don't blame me for being ruthless! Today, I'll show you what it means that there's always someone stronger out there!" As soon as he finished speaking, Yandel's figure suddenly disappeared from where he stood. In the next instant, he reappeared like a ghost in front of Arius, delivering a palm strike aimed directly at Arius' head. "Get lost!" Arius sneered disdainfully, meeting Yandel's palm strike with his own. Boom! In an instant, a powerful force erupted from their palms, sweeping out in all directions, shattering the glass tables around them into pieces. Thud! The next moment, a figure spat out a mouthful of blood, flying backward before crashing heavily into the central pillar of the banquet hall. Everyone initially thought the figure flying backward was Arius, but upon closer inspection, they realized it was actually Yandel. At this moment, Yandel's entire right arm was completely shattered, with his hand reduced to a bloody mess, exposing the white bones beneath, looking utterly miserable. Seeing this, the entire banquet hall fell into a dead silence. The sound of a pin drop could be heard clearly. Everyone's eyes were filled with utter shock, unable to believe what they were seeing. Yandel, a dignified sixth-grade martial artist, had actually been defeated by a young man. How could this be possible? Sherise and Deja, the two sisters, were equally wide-eyed in disbelief. They could never have imagined that the black-clad youth, who was so respectful to Ruxley, almost like a servant, could be so incredibly powerful.