At night was the spawned beasts came out mostly for foraging for food, and the entire competition grounds had now become a restless place. It was extremely dangerous for the Gillette Household junior members, so they had to find a safe place to hide. However, when it came to Maxwell, this was the perfect time for his killing feast. The more spawned beasts, the better.
"Whoosh..." A black shadow shuttled through from a branch on a tree to another larger tree. His eyes were like an eagle's as he cautiously scanned the dark area. A few minutes later.
Below a tree was a Fiery Scarlet Wolf whose eyes gave off a red flash as it tore apart a spawned beast corpse that was killed during the day. Maxwell lightly laughed and said to himself, "We'll start with you." His figure moved, and his whole body descended.
Without allowing Maxwell to stabilise himself, the Fiery Scarlet Wolf gave a low growl and suddenly pounced towards him. Its pair of long fangs was dripping a long trail of saliva. The starving, brutal Fiery Scarlet Wolf couldn't wait to swallow Maxwell down with a single bite!
"How beautiful." Maxwell clenched his fists, and his speed increased. A single punch was struck out, "Fire palm attack." A trace of fire on his fist flew out.
A single punch smashed into the Fiery Scarlet Wolf's abdomen, causing it to cry out in pain. The Fiery Scarlet Wolf then got back up and used its hind legs to pounce for another strike. Maxwell's lips turned to a sneer as his left fist was ready to take action. The moment before the Fiery Scarlet Wolf arrived, Maxwell yelled out: "Dragon palm attack!"
"Bam!"
The punch landed on the Fiery Scarlet Wolf's head, smashing it to death instantly.
The System made a notification sound.
"Crackle!"
"Congratulations to Player Maxwell Gillette for killing a Fiery Scarlet Wolf."
"Reward: 200 XP, 20 mana."
However, right at this moment, two figures landed in front and behind Maxwell. They both were giving off a strong aura of killing intent. Maxwell scoffed and coldly said, "You guys have finally appeared!"
Ever since the beginning, Maxwell was cautious and alert to his surrounding environment. Apart from being cautious of spawned beasts, he was even more vigilant of Gregory's appearance. After killing for an entire afternoon, there had to be some Gillette Household that had found him.
The sudden appearance of Calvin and Michael didn't surprise Maxwell at all; he actually started smiling. Spawned beasts were monsters; humans were also monsters. The moment those two landed, Maxwell had already smiled to himself: "Red names, these monsters might attack me any moment now, right?"
Calvin had a proud and cold smile on his face, "Big piece of Gillette trash, you've really made us wait for a long time."
Those two had been secretly lurking in the area, thinking Maxwell would be hiding in the cave tonight. They never expected he would actually come out alone to kill spawned beasts, so how could they miss out on this heaven-sent opportunity? Maxwell pretended he didn't know a thing, "What's the reason my two Household members come looking for me?"
Michael had a contemptuous smile as he stepped forward: "Sir Gregory wanted me to warn you that Gwendolyn is his woman, and it's best that you keep your distance from her."
"Oh!" Maxwell faintly replied and then asked: "Is there anything else then?"
Calvin also moved up, sealing Maxwell's path of retreat, "Sir Gregory wants you to come with us. If you know what's good for you, obediently follow us…"
Without waiting for Calvin to finish, Maxwell interrupted: "What's good for me? Is it edible?"
"You pretending to be nuts?"
"Quit wasting time talking crap with him and beat the shit out of him. We'll see if he still keeps pretending."
Michael's eyes shifted as he coldly said, "Maxwell, I'm giving you one last chance. Hand over your zero storage space and obediently follow us. That's the only way you can avoid the pains of the flesh, or else…" After saying that, Michael revealed a cold sneer.
The two took another step forward and were now less than three steps from Maxwell. Maxwell's lips quivered and showed a fearful expression before weakly saying, "You two aren't going to kill me, right? I'm still the Gillette Household Heir, so killing me is equivalent to a serious crime; the Gillette Household will not let you two go." As he was saying this, Maxwell's body started trembling.
The fearful expression and the trembling of the body were exactly on cue. It was even better than the Hollywood actors in his previous life.
"Hahaha…"
"The Gillette Household Heir, you're kidding, right?"
"Big piece of Gillette trash, this entrance competition will be the time of your death."
"No one will know who killed you. Everyone will only know the trash Maxwell with a crippled cultivation, overestimating himself and entering Eden. Upon meeting a lower bronze rank spawned beast, he died from a single attack without leaving a corpse behind. I'm simply too smart, hahaha…"
When seeing Maxwell's frightened looks, Calvin and Michael couldn't help but laugh to themselves, thus lowering their cautiousness.
"You bastards aren't just smart…" Maxwell said. "You're simply beyond a genius."
Suddenly, the look of Maxwell's eyes changed, and the aura of a level 5 bronze rank exploded forth. His fists made their move, and the long-awaited power came forth.
"Dragon Fire Palm Attack!" His body was like a bow, and his fists were like arrows as they burst forth!
"Bam!" Calvin didn't have time to respond, and his abdomen was struck. Blood sprayed from his mouth as Maxwell's punch sent him to fly out backwards.
Shock appeared on Michael's face as he roared out: "You piece of trash, you refuse to drink the wine of respect but drink the wine of penalty? A level 5 bronze rank dares to act arrogantly in front of me? I shall now show you the power of a level 4 bronze rank member."
"Cut the drama." Maxwell interrupted.
"Overdrive!"
The mana value immediately dropped by 300 points, and a powerful energy exploded forth, instantly shaking the surrounding forest. Those spawned beasts lurking around became silent as this huge power caused them to lower themselves on the ground in fear. Maxwell's body was shaking; with Overdrive's enhancement, his strength doubled and his speed doubled.
Dealing with Michael at the level 4 bronze rank, he didn't need to use Overdrive and could still easily kill him. But Maxwell enjoyed the feeling of overkill, to use a bomb against an insect because it feels easy. This was the only way to make Michael's proud face twist in agony and make him dare not recall this memory in hell! Seeing the ferocious expression on Michael, Maxwell grinned and roared out, "Off to the other side."
"You're the one that's going to die!" Michael's eyes glared in anger as a mirage of swords appeared in the night. With the flash of a sword mirage, the strike was about to arrive. Upon seeing Maxwell unmoving at the same spot, Maxwell proudly laughed, "You've gone nuts. Trash, a level 5 bronze rank, acting tough in front of me?"
The sword stabbed straight for Maxwell's forehead. The sword was less than half a centimetre away, and Michael was extremely excited. With the extent of his sword strike, there's no way Maxwell would be able to dodge this. Michael was ecstatic because by killing Maxwell, not only would he get rewards from Sir Gregory, but he would also gain the zero storage space in Maxwell's possession. Thus, he would easily become a senior member of the Gillette Household. Michael's lips couldn't help but curve into a smile as he was thinking this; his life filled with happiness was at hand.
However, the moment he was most exhilarated and the moment his sword tip was half a centimetre from piercing into Maxwell, Maxwell made his move. His eyebrows twitched as his right fist struck out. A burst of energy aura came out as his right fist struck the blade of the sword.
"Wanting to block a sword with your bare fist? You are indeed trash or just a dumb retard." Bare fist against a steel sword? Michael laughed out loud in ridicule.
The moment he laughed, his right hand tightened as a large energy travelled down the sword blade towards him. His arm shook and became numb, and his sword almost fell from his grasp. Michael's expression underwent drastic changes.
A single punch deflected Michael's sword, while the left fist followed up, and the punch landed on his chest.
"Bam!"
His chest almost burst open as Michael's face instantly paled. His body lost its centre of gravity as his legs staggered backwards; his pair of eyes glared at Maxwell, unable to understand why his strength was so powerful. The strength and speed of someone at level 5 bronze rank cannot be stronger than someone at level 5 bronze rank. Each level was similar to one's shackles, where they cannot go beyond. But somehow Maxwell's strength was completely contradictory to that rule!
Maxwell should have died with that sword strike, yet he was completely calm without any fear. What made him so confident? He couldn't figure it out; he just couldn't understand at all.
As he couldn't understand what was going on, Michael's heart began to fill with fear. Seeing Maxwell coming closer one step at a time, the fear started causing his body to tremble. "Ma... Maxwell, what do you want? The rules of the entrance competition clearly stipulate that we can't kill each other. Once found out..."
Maxwell then faintly smiled, "How come you didn't say this from the beginning? I clearly remember you started by saying something like being devoured by spawned beasts, and not even a single hair would remain. Oh crap, I finally realised how resourceful your idea was!"
Michael's figure kept staggering backwards before tripping over a piece of rock sticking out from the ground. His face paled even more, "Don't... Don't, don't kill me, Sir Maxwell. Don't, don't kill me; I will listen to you from now on. Please don't kill me…"
"It's no use begging now! You are basically XP, so how can I just give you up?" Maxwell's fists were filled with a heavy energy before he smashed them onto the ground, causing it to crack apart.
The moment Michael felt relieved that the punch didn't land on him, a raging power involuntarily forced his body to bounce up into the air. Maxwell's lips curved into a smile as his pair of fists became similar to torrential rain, "Bam... Bam... Bam!" Each punch caused an inexplicable excitement to rise within Maxwell. The explosive power behind Overdrive was too great!
"Crackle!"
"Congratulations to Player Maxwell Gillette for killing Michael."
"Reward: 250 XP, 25 mana."
"Congratulations to Player Maxwell Gillette for obtaining two improvement elements."
"Congratulations to Player Maxwell Gillette for obtaining 1 badge."
Michael was now dead. He was practically tortured to death. Another punch sent Michael flying away before Maxwell turned around to stare at Calvin, who was still lying on the ground. "Stop playing dead, it's your turn now."
With those words, Calvin almost had the shit scared right out of him. He got up and started running, hating that his mother didn't give birth to him with a pair of extra legs. Maxwell coldly sneered, "Little lamb, I'd like to see how far you can go."
The power of Overdrive was still activated, so Maxwell caught up to Calvin in the blink of an eye. A single punch killed him, and the System made a notification sound.
"Crackle!"