The Ex-Con Who Conquered the World novel Chapter 163

Chapter 163 Spare My Life!

Before anyone could react, Stefan was already on them. His fists and feet moved in a blur, sending the rest flying.

In just a few seconds, all thirty of them were down.

Damian shot up from his seat, his eyes wide with disbelief. “You… I didn’t see that coming. Didn’t think you had it in you. But you’re still nothing compared to me.”

His aura burst forth-the Level 8 Hidden Force Grandmaster. Letting out a roar, he lunged straight for Stefan.

But Korbin moved first, throwing a punch straight at Damian.

“Korbin? Are you picking a fight with me? I’ve got the Aether Spire Society behind me. What’s the Tiger Head Society compared to that? And my uncle? He’s one of River City’s four Great Grandmasters. Cross me, and you’re dead,” Damian roared.

He swung back with a heavy punch, confident it would send Korbin flying. He knew Korbin’s level.

But when their fists met, something else happened. The impact echoed through the room. Damian felt a force almost equal to his own explode from Korbin’s punch, blocking him completely.

“What?” Damian staggered back, shock written all over his face. “You’re at Level 6 Hidden Sect Realm! How are you at Level 8 now? That’s impossible. It takes years to jump two levels.”

“Nothing’s impossible when my boss is involved,” Korbin said proudly.

“Your boss?” Damian’s eyes darted to Stefan, realization dawning.

Korbin laughed coldly, “That’s right. It is Mr. Bryant. Thanks to him, I broke through to Level 8 tonight. And you-you short-sighted fool-you actually tried to go after him. You have no idea who you’re dealing with.”

Helping Korbin jump from Level 6 to Level 8 in one night? Damian couldn’t wrap his head around it. In all his years, he’d never heard of such a thing.

If it is true, then how terrifying is Mr. Bryant?

As if to answer his unspoken question, Stefan stepped forward and threw a punch.

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Chapter 163 Spare My Life!

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“Break it!” Damian snapped out of it and roared, channeling all his inner energy into one massive strike. His fist cut through the air toward Stefan.

But Stefan’s casual punch tore right through Damian’s attack like it was nothing, slamming

into his chest.

Damian spat out blood and flew backward, crashing into the wall behind him.

Stefan had held back. If he’d used his full strength, Damian’s organs would’ve been pulp.

Damian slid down the wall weakly, his body broken in multiple places. Every movement sent sharp pain through him. He couldn’t move an inch.

Stefan walked over and looked down at him. “Damian, tell me something. Do I get to take your money or not?”

Damian’s face twisted in pain and rage. He glared at Stefan. “Kid, I’m a branch leader in the Aether Spire Society…”

Stefan stomped his foot and caught the nunchucks as they flew up.

He then swung it down hard on Damian’s right arm.

The crack was sickening. Damian’s arm was crushed—literally.

Blood and tissue mixed together, bones shattered beyond recognition.

“Let me ask you again.” Stefan’s face was blank, his voice flat. “Do I get to take it?”

The excruciating pain sent a cold sweat running down Damian’s back. He roared in fury, trying to intimidate Stefan with his background, “My uncle is one of the four Great Grandmasters, you son of a-”

But Stefan swung again. Damian’s left arm went the same way as his right-symmetrical.

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