Chapter 88

Lei Kesi.

To right before him.

On his right fist, he wore the Hand of Ares; between the gauntlets, violent emerald energy surged, as if ready to crush everything, brimming with savagery!

In Lei Kesi's eyes before him, there was also savagery—he wanted to use this strike to reclaim his own confidence!

"…"

Lin Yu's eyes were calm.

Looking straight at Lei Kesi's front.

Then.

Hum.

He made no feint—his fist swung directly in a hook, tracing an arc through the air, then slammed forward at Lei Kesi's Hand of Ares with extreme speed!

Fist!

Crash!

Fist!

Boom!

Thud!

His fist collided instantly with Lei Kesi's fist clad in the Hand of Ares, unleashing a terrifying impact sound!

Then.

Lei Kesi's eyes shifted from savagery to shock.

"…"

Under his savage gaze, he saw—his Hand of Ares had, at the very moment of collision with the Fiend's fist, developed tiny…

Dents!

A powerful force, as if about to snap his Hukou, made his fist—even with the Hand of Ares—burn with intense pain!

A shockwave of force, as if about to shatter his bones!

Then!

Bang!

This time.

Lei Kesi's body retreated far more steps than before—even after retreating seven or eight meters, his body swayed and he collapsed to one knee on the ground.

"…"

"…"

"…"

At this moment.

The entire arena fell silent once more.

The intersection of dimness and afterglow.

The afterglow faded.

The youth stood there.

Covered by the slowly darkening veil, his calm eyes gazed forward; the silver light around him seemed to dim further as the setting sun vanished.

But it also seemed to declare.

The existence that had plunged the School Realm into darkness, fear, and upheaval.

Truly.

Has returned.

【058】 The former Fiend, now… Brother Yanwang. 【4/4】

"…"

"…"

"…"

The entire arena was silent.

Who could have imagined?

The KO. 2—God of War—who had shaken the School Realm and was steeped in legend.

Now.

Was beaten without any chance to fight back by the 'Fiend' of two years ago.

Three strikes!

Only three strikes!

Though the God of War had not been defeated, after three exchanges, everyone realized one thing: the KO. 2 God of War had zero chance of winning!

Even with only a 1000-point difference in combat index, the combat power was utterly overwhelming.

So hopeless.

So terrifying!

"…"

Lei Kesi knelt on the ground.

The third strike.

His full-power strike—even his combat index surged past the limit of 11,000—still failed to defeat the 'Fiend' before him.

Before him.

The slightly concave and cracked Hand of Ares, a streak of violet light flashed and vanished, as fine threads of purple flow surged into Lei Kesi's palm, wracked with intense pain.

But Lei Kesi did not notice.

A sense of defeat and inferiority gradually enveloped him.

Naturally sensitive and insecure, he maintained his pride through his overwhelming combat index, his powerful status, and the feeling of controlling everything.

But after his combat index and status were each shattered, all his strengths were torn apart, and behind that pride—

was a child full of inferiority, darkness, and coldness.

He longed for love.

But he never received love.

That was why he was inferior.

In the end, the negative emotions born from his inferiority—

obsession born of love, darkness, coldness.

After being utterly shattered.

He felt the helplessness of defeat, like his failed romance—forever unanswered, forever denied a happy ending, destined to be a tragedy.

"Why?"

His voice was hoarse; his eyes, fixed ahead, stared at the tall figure of the young man standing in the dimness, gradually swallowed by the night.

"I am angry…"

"I am dark…"

"I am inferior…"

"I am obsessive…"

"I am twisted…"

He slowly rose to his feet, speaking of his own worthlessness, of his flawed self—this was the collapse after his pride had been crushed.

His inferiority complex had forged this distortion, yet beneath that obsession of inferiority lay…

an unyielding soul.

"But I refuse to accept it."

"The things I wanted were never returned to me; the person I loved hurt me deeply, loving someone else—my chocolate for her, finally returned to my own hands."

His lips were bitter.

"I was raised to be the family heir, polished and brilliant, with limitless prospects—but no one ever asked what I wanted…"

"What I wanted was love."

"A pure, flawless love."