All Chapters of The Most Wanted Man in Hrestia: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Using Bloodsight accelerated blood flow around the pupils, pushing vision to its absolute limit. Overuse, however, could easily cause permanent insomnia. This ability came from none other than Arete. The other Ladies had never imagined that Dante had mastered such a formidable, almost divine skill.Tristan's expression changed sharply, stunned. "This kid is terrifying. He's even learned Bloodsight."Dante grinned. "There's the flaw!"As the Seven Fists of Reckoning descended, he executed Galestorm, vanishing and reappearing at Tristan's right side."Palm of Winterfrost!" Dante's right palm shot forward, and he struck Tristan's left third rib with precision.The impact sent Tristan flying, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.Absolute silence fell over the scene. Everyone was too stunned to react.Gwendolyn's jaw dropped. "Did… Did you all see that?"Beatrice nodded slowly. "Danny didn't just hold his ground. He actually sent Mr. Auburn flying."Fiona swallowed hard. "How did

"That kid really doesn't know his place," Lambert growled. "Honestly, I don't see him as having what it takes to be a great general. I suspect Tristan deliberately went easy on him."Marcus chuckled softly, neither denying nor affirming it.Who was Tristan? How could Marcus not know?In his youth, Tristan had been unmatched in strength. Yet even a once-mighty hero could not resist the erosion of time.Marcus sighed. "We're old now. The world belongs to the young. After this defeat, that fossil may never straighten his back again.""Should we step in and make that brat apologize? He went too far this time." Lambert's respect for Tristan was evident in his words.Marcus suddenly looked up, as if noticing something. He smiled. "No need. That old fellow is already here.""What?" Lambert whipped his head around.As expected, Tristan appeared. He was ashen-faced and clearly low on energy, and Roxanne was helping him along."You old bastard, what the hell are you laughing at?" Trista

"Matteo, don't worry. I will not let your death be in vain. Even if the Jaeger family is reduced to ashes, that little bastard will be buried alongside you."The main doors creaked open. A cold, elegant woman in a white suit stepped inside, flanked by two burly bodyguards."You're late." Rafael wiped away his tears and leveled a furious glare at her. If not for them, his son would still be alive.The woman showed no trace of guilt. She crossed her arms and spoke calmly. "Apologies, Mr. Jaeger. Our identities are unique. Crossing Hrestia's borders required considerable effort.""Cut the nonsense! If it weren't for your organization and its damned missions, my son wouldn't have been killed by that little bastard. So tell me—what do you plan to do about it?" he demanded."How we handle it is not your concern," she replied flatly. "Your role is simple: lure Dante into our trap. After that, leave everything to us."She pulled a photo of Dante from her chest and placed it before Rafael

"Stop hitting me, please. I'll take you there!" Ferran had been beaten into total submission by Dante's fury.Soon, Ferran drove Dante straight to the Jaeger estate."Here we are. Come with me." Ferran rushed inside."Master, this…" Yvonne frowned, her sharp brows arching. She already sensed the killing intent lurking within the estate.Dante lazily rubbed his head and drawled, "With you here, what's there to fear? Just remember to protect me later. I’ll put on a good show."He strolled in as if walking through a garden.Inside the grand hall, Dante spotted Ferran standing beside Rafael. He was no longer the sniveling coward he had been moments ago."Uncle Rafael, this bastard hit me! You have to get justice for me!" Ferran whimpered.Rafael sat at the tea table, calmly brewing his coffee. He lifted his head and gave Dante a measured glance. "So, you’re Dante?""I see." Dante scanned the hall and said coolly, "Your real target is me. Mr. Auburn was just bait. You used this id

Tristan froze at the sight of Dante arriving with only one young woman by his side. "Brat, why did you come alone?" "Danny, save us!" Roxanne cried, fear lacing her voice.The woman smirked confidently as she sized Dante up. With a casual wave, a squad of assassins emerged from behind her, each leveling a pistol at Dante.In an instant, the advantage Dante had moments ago evaporated.Ferran laughed at the turn of events. He scrambled up the stairs and planted himself behind the woman. His eyes glinted as they fell on Tristan."Trying to fight me? You're too naive!" Ferran stomped Tristan's head and looked down arrogantly at Dante. "Kneel, you hear me? Or I'll kill this old man!""Ferran!" Roxanne ground her teeth. "How dare you touch my grandfather? Do you have a death wish?!""Threatening me in your position?" Ferran sneered and slapped her across the face, sending her sprawling to the ground.Tristan's veins bulged with rage. "You bastard!"Despite being bound, he leapt wit