The Consortium's Heir

The Consortium’s Heir By Benjamin Chapter 190

This was Darius' first time actually harnessing this energy and trying to make it reach someone's exact location. Naturally, he failed, and the energy landed on the car next to the martial artist, making it explode. Once again, the tar was blown to smithereens.

There was a flash of panic in the martial artist’s eyes, but it quickly disappeared. His gaze turned disdainful as he looked at Darius.

‘Your energy's powerful, but the fact that you can't control it means it's basically useless to you." As he spoke, his body seemed to waver.

Darius sensed the martial artist appearing before him, but something weird happened in the process-he could clearly see every single action the martial artist made, including how he came over.

Another thing that surprised him was that everything around him seemed to happen in slow motion when the energy flowed through him. This accidental discovery was a good one, and it made him smile uncontrollably.

The martial artist thought he was mocking him and scowled. Soon, however, he pushed this thought out of his mind because he sensed Darius attacking him again. He'd thrown a huge portion of his power behind it this time. He believed this to be the remainder of his strength. If it wasn’t... that was a scary thought.

Then, he found that he didn't have the chance to verify this because there was no way he could stop Darius’ attack from causing him harm. He spat out a mouthful of blood. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Darius put his hands behind his back after his attack, not expecting this to happen. He'd only used a small portion of his power, but it had already sent the martial artist flying. He shook his head and

sighed.

"I thought you were powerful, but it seems that we were both mistaken about your true capabilities. You're nothing special, really.”

It had been years since the martial artist had last received such feedback. However, he couldn’t deny it, and his face turned blotchy with embarrassment.

He got to his feet, not saying a word as he looked at Darius. Then, he turned and ran. He was already moving as quickly as possible, but he was still no match for Darius.

The moment he started to move, Darius had already caught him and knew what he was going to do.

So, Darius moved just as the martial artist did. He ran to block the martial artist, stopping him from going elsewhere. The martial artist skidded to a stop when he saw Darius standing in his way.

Of course, it wasn't as if he had a choice. He squatted and pressed his head to his knees, saying tremulously,

"I've lost, and I want to leave now."

"Do you think you have a choice here?" Darius asked coldly.

The martial artist trembled, unable to accept this. He looked at Darius and said,

"If you're willing to let me go, I'll owe you one. You can bring up any condition you have, and I'll do everything to satisfy you."

Darius sneered and slowly stretched out his arms. The moment he moved, the martial artist felt uneasy. He knew that he was no match for Darius, and Darius’ actions signaled his impending doom.

He wanted to flee, but he wasn’t capable of that and could only watch as Darius' hands approached him. In a last-ditch effort, he reached out to block the attack. To his surprise, he found that he’d succeeded.

He looked up at Darius in confusion.

"Why are you doing this?"

Darius didn't answer him, merely speeding up his actions. The martial artist felt like countless Dariuses had appeared before him, and his hands were constantly moving.

He'd been practicing martial arts for many years now, and Darius was the fastest person he'd ever seen. He was terrified, and it was because of this terror that he kept trying to flee.

Darius wouldn't allow him to, of course. He wanted to use this battle to improve his skills. Halfway through the battle, he heard the martial artist's phone ring, as did the martial artist. Unfortunately for him, the call distracted him, and he could not dodge an attack that he would've managed to dodge any other time.

This was out of Darius’ expectations as well, and his attack landed on the martial artist's chest. The blow wasn't one that an unprotected heart could handle, and it exploded. Darius had not hoped for this to happen, and he felt frustrated.

He looked at the martial artist, who now lay on the ground with his eyes wide with surprise.

He sighed and shook his head, then leaned down to pick up the martial artist's phone to see who was on the line. Who was this person who'd ruined his plans?

When he saw the number on the screen and saw that it was calling from Almiron City, he could guess who it was.

The moment he answered the phone, the person on the other end of the line bellowed, “What's happened to my son, you useless piece of trash?"

Darius had never heard this voice before, but he already knew who it belonged to.

"Wilson Gillette, I think we'll see each other soon."

After that, he hung up without waiting for a response. Then, he put the phone into his pocket.

There were many bodyguards lying on the ground, but under the circumstances, they all chose to do the same thing-play dead.

As Darius walked past them, he could sense their breathing speed up, but he didn't say anything. They weren't all innocent, but without Hank around, they wouldn't likely continue to do evil deeds.

There was no need to get rid of them. Anyway, he didn't have the time for that.

When he got to the car, Erin had already hurriedly opened the door. He got into the passenger seat and massaged his arm to make the blood flow and reduce the fatigue from his earlier activities.