Divorced and Dominant Now You Cry novel Chapter 630

Chapter 630

Maxwell’s eyes widened. He had kept his distance from Lawrence the entire time, making sure that he couldn’t pose any threat. So, where did that voice come from?

He snapped his head up and froze.

Lawrence was standing less than a foot away, but Maxwell was already inside the lethal range of the Sixfold Carnage Fist.

“What’s going on?”

Maxwell’s mouth went dry, and his chest tightened. For the first time, he truly felt the presence of death looming over him.

Every instinct screamed at him. One wrong move and it was over. He threw all his focus into forming a solid white barrier, his strongest defense, pouring every ounce of strength he had into holding it together.

“What’s wrong? You really thought you could outrun me? If I can’t keep up with you, I don’t deserve to lead the Legion.” Lawrence’s lips curled into a mocking smile.

“Just now, I was holding back, saving my strength… But honestly, I don’t have much power to spare. If you’d had the guts to fight me head–on earlier, I might not have lasted this long.

“But that’s your problem. You’ll never be a real expert, so you’ll never know what it’s like to seize victory when it’s within reach. Consider this a small lesson, so take it well.”

Lawrence roared, his voice rolling like thunder. Wind and lightning whipped around him as the Sixfold Carnage Fist lunged forward at point–blank range, a raw, unstoppable force aimed straight at Maxwell.

The punch struck like a god’s fury, six powers fused into one relentless blow. Maxwell’s white barrier flared, then shattered with a cascade of glass–like cracks. What had seemed unbreakable exploded into powder in an instant.

The strike didn’t relent. It bulldozed through everything in its path, unstoppable by mortal or divine power, and slammed hard into Maxwell’s abdomen.

The impact tore through the arena like a star exploding, making everyone cover their ears. Dust and debris filled the air. Apex Arena quaked violently, as if the very ground had been ripped apart.

Everyone stumbled where they stood, and their faces drained of color. Every set of eyes locked onto the center of the storm, desperate to see the outcome between Lawrence and Maxwell.

Dust and gravel flew through the air as violent energy shredded the space around them. The stone platform cracked apart, spiderweb fractures racing across its surface.

“Hey! Do you think Mr. Clarkson Senior can defeat Mr. Lademan?”

Leona walked closer to Ashton, sneaking glances at the man who had sparked her curiosity.

The closer she got, the stranger she felt. The Wyvernborne lineage inside her stirred violently as if she had encountered her destined one.

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