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He endured the onslaught of unimaginable energy until the impact tossed him and he landed in a pitiful state. His chest felt like it would burst as he landed on a pile of rocks. He groaned loudly as he tried to get up, and at the same time he heard the laughter of teenagers. "We'll prove it later, Vione. Because from what I've seen of your weakness all this time, it seems that my suspicion is not wrong. You are an Omega." *

I’m hoping they just kill me and put me out of my misery. Cree huffs and finally intervenes, snatching me around the waist and pulls me off Sia as I kick and scream. “I thought you were a wolf. What happened to your super strength?” I yell at Sia, who stays on the floor while the back of her head bleeds out. “You got your ass beat by an eighteen-year-old human,” I laugh hysterically. When I realize Cree is holding me, I go on another fighting spree and turn on him. “Fuck you!” I scream and slap him across the face so hard that the entire room gasps and goes silent as it echoes the walls. The rage in his eyes says I made a huge mistake. But who freaking puts themselves in the middle of a girl

“This kid could change dynamics in ways we haven’t seen before.” Park Hyunwoo, restless as ever, bounced lightly on his heels, dark eyes flicking between Joonwoo and Seojun. “Hah… he’s got guts, I’ll give him that. But is he really strong enough to lead them all? He’s small, and he looks… fragile. Couldn’t last five seconds against someone like me.” A smirk tugged at his lips. “Still… there’s fire there. Could be fun.”

If he used too many powerful moves and fell into exhaustion, the following battles would be even more difficult. Under the steady attacks of Yang Xiao, the group of underlings were unable to do anything to him. They didn't even leave him any wounds. What kind of strength was this! Everyone was shocked. "I didn't expect you to have such strength. You deserve my personal help." Among the onlookers, a young man slowly stepped forward and looked at Yang Xiao proudly.

For all the omegas who had been harmed by his domination. For me. Oliver growled, now irritated. He was accustomed to winning battles and to his adversaries collapsing under his might. Anna wasn't breaking, though. She was winning. "You think you're something special?" Oliver's breathing became labored as he spat. "You are nothing. A weak little child acting like a hero." Anna's eyes were burning. "And you're just a pathetic coward hiding behind power that doesn't belong to you." Oliver lunged, but Anna was prepared.

Maru replied and remembered the sour mood of his pet after he gave it an additional task. “So how are you going to go with us, brother? Hmmm. You could ride Fiona with me. She’s a big girl and would effortlessly carry us to the homes of the heroes and heroines.” Uwyn offered and her eyes shined with the luster of excitement. She would get to see not only three of them heroes and heroines but many at the same time. The thought of seeing them in droves pleased her to no end. Because the only male hero she saw was an ugly one, Uwyn could not believe that all heroes were like that.

- Do you have any medicine in your bag? — I hope he's better. - With great promptness, Catherine opened her backpack, and right in the front pocket, she had a small black pouch with a kitty face. Inside, it was almost like a pharmacy. Since Miguel was taller, he looked at it from a privileged perspective. - How many kilos do you weigh? "Does it matter?" He asked rigidly. "Yes, if you weigh more than 100kg, I'll give you two doses because I only have a few grams here."

Bella said. “Your the only one who could do this, by the ways, you have the looks that….”He paused and placed his cold hand under her cheeks making her to drag her foot from him. “Could melt any guy’s heart, no matter how cold or strong hearted the person is”He added.

The coffin was the exact model that was sent to Alex’s villa. The Yowells were fuming, yet they knew that there was nothing they could do—they were immobile. “Hey, do you guys think that punk would come?” “He won’t chicken out, right?” “I heard that the bastard is around twenty. He’s just a loser, having to rely on women to survive. How could such a wimp defeat an Intermediate-Mystic-ranked fighter like Scott? Can you guys believe that? Well I don’t!”

The sense of feeling weak overwhelmed Rogue to a point he felt like he was swimming in an abyss of weakness. Vinshi could only watch the scene unfold to his eyes, he felt sympathetic towards the young man, he put up a fight but at the end Vinshi was a veteran and the strongest warrior of his clan. The difference in their skills were vast, like a drop of water into an ocean. “Elder, I think we should call the match” Vinshi said, turning to face Sun Wukong. His tone polite yet demanding. Sun placed a hand on his chin thinking about what Vinshi had requested and saw that it was the only option at this stage or risk the boy dying due to blood loss.