Rewriting Fate with My Apex War Goddess (by Ezekiel Valor) novel Chapter 508

Chapter 508 One Punch, No Explanation

Steven couldn’t make sense of it.

He had scanned so many people already, but so far, he had only seen that strange energy inside the bi clad young man’s Divine Sigil

Just as he was about to look away, he noticed the young man walking beside a woman.

And inside her Divine Sigil, there was the same unusual power.

The only difference was the color. The man’s energy was gray. Hers was purple.

Questions flooded Steven’s mind. What on earth is going on?

At first, he thought it was just a rare coincidence. But now it was obvious that wasn’t the case.

This wasn’t unique at all.

He wanted to know what it meant.

More importantly, the energy felt strangely familiar. He just couldn’t place it.

Steven had many questions in his mind.

Could this be an ability he gained after completing the transformation of the Crimson-Eyed Heavenfang?

Maybe the power had always existed, and he simply couldn’t see it before.

As he thought about it, Tristan suddenly turned his attention to Bianca.

The excitement in his eyes was impossible to hide.

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There was something aggressive about the way he looked at her.

“Fiona, is this your schoolmate from Rowenville?” he asked with a grin.

“Wow, what a beauty! She must be the campus belle of your academy, right? Aren’t you going to introduce

us?”

Fiona’s expression turned cold.

“She doesn’t want to know you. And neither do I. We’re not friends. Move aside.”

Her blunt response caught Tristan off guard. Most people/would have tried to be polite.

Fiona clearly wasn’t one of them.

Tristan laughed awkwardly. “That’s a little harsh. Our families have known each other for years. My father and your family have always been close. If you hadn’t thrown a tantrum and insisted on transferring to a smaller city when you were younger, we probably would have grown up as good friends.”

Then he turned toward Bianca and held out his hand.

Chapter 508 One Punch, No Explanation

“Hi, I’m Tristan Gordon of Orroux,” he said with a’confident smile as he held out his hand. “Mind if w to know each other, beautiful?”

Tristan looked completely relaxed.

In his eyes, people from a small city like Rowenville weren’t worth much of his attention.

Even the biggest families there couldn’t compare to the Gordons.

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