StarNovelChapter 1325 Chapter 1325: And then, after another flawless response from Madisyn, just as she prepared to deliver her next question, Elton's lips pressed into a thin line. A slow, deliberate clap echoed through the tense room.
"I admit it. Your ability is undeniable. Perhaps Commander Thatcher was right not to choose me, but..." Elton fixed his gaze on Madisyn, his movements slow and deliberate as he stepped closer.
"I just can't fathom why people like you even exist in this world! And why do I keep running into such people, tafter time?" The words had barely left Elton's mouth when, in one swift motion, he drew a machete from behind his lower back.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWithout hesitation, he lunged, the gleaming edge of the machete slicing through the air, aimed straight at Madisyn.
The match had ended, and Madisyn's guard had momentarily dropped. No one had anticipated Elton's sudden attack.
But the moment she sensed danger, Madisyn reacted instinctively, stepping back just in time.
The blade barely grazed her arm, the fabric of her sleeve tearing open with a sharp whoosh. Luckily, it didn't break skin.
Elton's eyes darkened, his expression turning vicious. He swung again, this twith even more force-but before the machete could reach its target, Andrew moved. In one precise motion, he grabbed Elton's arm, twisted hard, and with a sickening pop, dislocated it.
"Clang!" The machete clattered to the floor, and with it, any chance Elton had of continuing his attack. His arm was now completely useless.
"You. You're simply hopeless!" For updates, visit Galovs.co Denby, who had been confined to bed, struggled to rise, supported by Lowe.
His trembling hand pointed straight at Elton, his voice shaking with fury and disbelief. The sheer audacity of Elton's assault on Madisyn left him visibly shaken.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDenby knew the power of the weapon all too well-it had been his own gift to Elton, a weapon that, in the wrong hands, could inflict wounds far more excruciating than an ordinary blade. Had Madisyn and Andrew not reacted as quickly as they had, the consequences could have been catastrophic.
Yet even now, faced with Denby's accusations, Elton showed no remorse. Defeat at Madisyn's hands had done nothing to temper his arrogance-if anything, it had only fueled his resentment. His bitterness festered, turning into jealousy, as he was unable to accept that Madisyn was the stronger one.
Denby approached, his gaze cold, his disappointment cutting deeper than any blade.
"Elton, do you even realize what you've done? That task was the last one for Alvina. And from the moment N you entered the military region, I have been training you to be my successor."
Elton's breath caught. He met Denby's unflinching like a stare, the weight of those words hitting him blow! Successor? The word stuck in his throat, leaving him speechless. Suddenly, it hit him-Denby wasn't lying.
For the first time, panic flickered in his eyes. If Denby was telling then could truth... But, But before he could find his voice, Denby had already turned away, his decision made.
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