Alpha Reborn!

Chapter 131 [Bonus ]131: Mister Plumber's Plumbing Skills

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Meanwhile, Dylan was equally surprised by Evan's ability to dodge his Thunder Strike.

'That was supposed to be my trump card, yet he dodged that without moving a single step away from his position! I'm in deep shit."

This thought flashed in Dylan's mind

The very next moment, Dylan's heart leaped into his throat as he watched in sheer horror as Evan's hand clenched into a tight fist. The chilling sensation of cold sweat that broke out on Dylan's back was a testimony to the mounting fear that enveloped him. He knew precisely what was about to happen, yet he felt utterly powerless to escape it, as if it was inevitable.

Whoosh!

Evan's punch was delivered in the most unremarkable way, executed with lethal simplicity, but its blinding speed was nothing short of astonishing. It hurtled through the air, closing in on Dylan with deadly precision.

'His move is so swift that it is beyond my ability to evade.' Dylan's eyes widened in fear and amazement. The weight of the blow was immense, like a sledgehammer poised to crush him into submission, and Dylan's heart sank as he realized he lacked the ability to dodge this simple yet devastating attack. 'It feels as though getting hit by it is inevitable!'

'The absolute suppression that he is casting upon me is a testament to his perfectly tempered body, a power that can only be possessed by a true monster! This boy is nothing short of a marvel! It's really my misfortune to fight him."

Dylan's efforts to dodge the punch were nothing short of frantic, yet it seemed to follow him like a relentless predator tracking its prey. The feeling of being trapped like a rat in a cage overwhelmed him. His struggles were rendered futile as the punch bore down on him with an unstoppable force. 

Despite the lightning-fast reflexes that rivaled those of a panther and his speed that was nine times faster than the average human, he was outmatched by Evan's simple yet swift attack.

He felt defeated even before he was defeated!

Bam!

The punch landed squarely on Dylan's jaw, and the impact was devastating, no less impressive and sickening than a symphony of bone-cracking and pain. As a result, Dylan soared through the air like a majestic eagle... if that eagle was getting launched out of a cannon. All of his teeth decided it was the perfect time to evacuate his mouth, like a bunch of tenants breaking their lease. His enamel and bone fragments rained down like confetti, which would have been festive if it weren't for the blood gushing out of his mouth. Looking at his teeth dancing in the air and feeling the pain coursing through his body, Dylan felt like he was auditioning for the part of "drowning victim #2" in a low-budget horror movie. It was distasteful!

"As you can see, there's nothing to regret." 

Evan watched coldly as the Body Tempering Expert version of the Fist Emperor tumbled through the air. His eyes gleamed with a ruthless glint, and because his body was being illuminated by the blue light of the walls surrounding the arena, he looked like a demon who walked straight out of hell.

[Notification:- Player Evan has activated the QuickStep skill!]

He slammed his foot on the ground and vanished in a blur. In the next moment, he caught up to Dylan, his hand stretching out like the claw of an eagle.

Dylan was flabbergasted and terrified. Although still reeling from the impact of Evan's punch, he retained much of his clarity, yet he couldn't follow Evan's movements at all, and he felt a sudden dread in his heart as the latter's cold fingers clasped around his head in a deadly grip.

With one swift move, Evan seized Dylan by the head and slammed him forcefully onto the ground. A terrifying noise traveled out as the ground cracked, and Dylan's spine snapped from the impact.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom...

Evan showed no intention of stopping as he repeatedly raised Dylan and slammed him into the ground like a ball.

The spectators looked on with their eyes as wide as dinner plates and jaws dropped so low they practically touched the ground. They couldn't believe what they were seeing as Evan lifted their idol, Dylan, the Fist Emperor, like a sack of potatoes and slammed him onto the ground repeatedly. It was like watching a ragdoll being tossed around by a toddler having a tantrum.

Their expressions could only be described as a mix of shock and amusement. It was like watching a circus act gone wrong, and they couldn't help but wonder if Evan had been practicing his moves on the local farm spiritual beasts.

As Evan continued his relentless assault on Dylan, the young and old spectators looked at each other with a mixture of confusion and hilarity. It was like watching a scene from a slapstick comedy, and they couldn't decide whether to cover their eyes or burst out laughing.

In the end, they did a bit of both. They covered their eyes in horror and let out nervous chuckles at the absurdity of the situation. It was a moment they would never forget, and they knew that what Evan had done today would be the talk of the clan or maybe... even the entire empire for years to come.

Meanwhile, the elders' eyes widened in shock and disbelief as they watched Evan manhandle Dylan. 

They gasped.

"What the fuck am I seeing?"

"The clone of the Fist Emperor, who is a Body Tempering Expert, is completely at the mercy of the Crown Prince of Frost? I have never seen such a display of strength before!"

"The man who was known to be a beast in human form when he was only in the Body Tempering Stage is completely outmatched by His Highness Evan!"

"I thought that it would be a hard-fought win. But this... This is completely unexpected," the second seat of the council of elders said, shaking his head in disbelief.