The King Of War Returns novel Chapter 7

"It's obvious you're in a hurry to meet your maker, old man," Jaden said calmly, his voice low but sharp enough to slice through the tension in the air like a blade.

Elder Dusk's eyes narrowed. “You arrogant bastard! I’ve had enough of your mouth!”

Without another word, he lunged forward, his clenched fist radiating a soft but unmistakable glow of energy. The crowd erupted, rising to their feet with excitement as the atmosphere charged with anticipation.

"Get him, Elder Dusk!"

"Teach this cocky stranger a lesson!"

“Crush him!”

The elders of Ravenmoor were feared for a reason, and Dusk was among the most ruthless. People held their breath, certain they were about to witness Jaden’s body sprawled lifeless on the ground.

Dusk’s fist cut through the air like a missile, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind. It was a strike meant to shatter bones and crush pride.

But instead of the expected outcome, the entire hall froze in disbelief.

Jaden had caught the punch.

Effortlessly.

With one hand.

The glow from Dusk's fist fizzled out like a candle flame. His expression twisted in disbelief.

"Too much talk for such a weak punch," Jaden said, his grip tightening.

A collective gasp echoed around the hall.

“He... he caught Elder Dusk’s fist?”

“Is he even human?!”

Jaden’s eyes remained locked onto his opponent, unblinking and cold. “My turn.”

He drove his other hand forward in a precise, devastating blow straight to Dusk’s chest.

Crack!

The sickening sound of bone fracturing filled the room.

Dusk flew backwards like a ragdoll, his body slamming into the wall with enough force to fracture the bricks. Blood burst from his mouth as he slumped to the ground, wheezing, clutching his chest in agony.

“W-What... what are you?” Dusk stammered, pain etched across his face. “You’re a monster…”

The once-feared elder lay helpless, his strength and pride crushed under Jaden’s foot.

Jaden didn’t respond immediately. He took a slow step forward, his gaze drifting around the hall as memories returned—memories wrapped in grief.

“There used to be a swing right here,” Jaden said quietly, his voice tinged with nostalgia. “White ropes, wooden seat. My sister loved it.”

He paused, eyes narrowing.

“Did you destroy it too?”

Dusk blinked, confused.

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