The Invincible Full-Moon System

Chapter 1880: Not Impressed

Aksa was incredulous at the situation he was in.

He first stared at the security guard, anger flashing inside his eyes, “You dare to conspire against me?!”

“Arghh…” The security guard fell to one knee, holding his supposedly hurting head.

Beside him, the waiter came rushing to check. He checked the security guard’s face, tapping one side like he was a doctor, and then gasped. “Oh, no!” He exclaimed, but it came out flat. As if he didn’t even bother using his energy to make a convincing act. “I think the slap bruised his brain!

“I don’t think he can hear us,” He cupped the security guard’s face. “Hang in there!”

Aksa’s eyes twitched at the sight.

All the waiter did was tap the security guard’s face, and somehow, he knew that the brain was bruised.

It was nothing but a farce.

“What are you waiting for?!” He roared at his two friends. “Beat him up!”

Even though this had gone out of proportion, as the problem wasn’t warranted from the start, the two men had no other choice but to comply. Getting close to Aksa and getting into his inner circle took them years, and they won’t allow this moment to ruin their painstaking efforts.

Both of them took off their blazers and charged.

One was angry while the other was neutral.

However, their advance was measured and flawless. Trained. Clearly, they weren’t ordinary people.

Countless of years trained to perfect their moves—and shed away their vulnerable habits. But even so, their instincts were telling them that they couldn’t take Rex lightly. As arrogant and confident as he is, there is a reason he could act like this.

He has the strength to back it up.

A measured strike went straight for Rex’s face.

Nonchalantly, he leaned back to dodge it—only for the man to smile as it was a trap. He spun his torso and did a spinning elbow to catch Rex off guard. In this moment, there’s only one move left for Rex to make, and that is to raise his arm to block.

Of course, that is if he was fast enough.

But Rex didn’t do that.

Instead, he headbutted the elbow before it could gain the lethal momentum.

Now, with his back exposed, the man realized he was in a really bad situation to be in.

It wasn’t him who realized that.

The other one, a man with spiky silver hair that caught the light, leapt forward and thrust his foot viciously. He abandoned any pretense of technique as speed was all that mattered. He had to reach Rex before Rex could strike the vulnerable man.

That desperation left Rex barely a heartbeat to respond.

He assumed Rex could only cross his arms to block, and he was wrong.

Rex’s muscular body looked rigid, but when he moved, it was almost as flexible as a ballerina’s.

In an instant, he turned, dropped low, and shifted his weight onto one leg as the kick whistled past his head. Then he spun, driving the sole of his foot into the silver-haired man’s face, executing a flawless spinning back kick from an impossible angle.

Shock could be seen on the silver-haired man when he got kicked and launched to the other side.

And without stopping, Rex swung his right arm, landing a vicious slap on the vulnerable man.

Everyone gasped at the sight.

Beating those two, who were trained and way past the average, was one thing, while beating them fairly easy is another. Anyone in the room doesn’t even know if they’d win against even one of them, and yet Rex took them down flawlessly.

However, it wasn’t over.

Like rabid animals, the two charged again with a flurry of attacks.

Both made a silent agreement that they’d fight as one, supporting one another.

Rex found himself trapped in a brutal two-on-one; his opponents attacking in relentless waves. Both of them targeted everything—his legs, his head, his chest, even his crotch. Each strike back by the other’s quick support. Every angle was covered. Every opening was a trap. There was no safe move.

Each split-second decision he made would have its own risks.

It was the typical dilemma that solidified that one against even two is significantly harder than a duel.

Not to mention, though the use of energy was suppressed, these two were still moving incredibly fast.

But a few seconds in and a dozen exchanges done, the two couldn’t even land an attack.

Rex blocked, dodged, and parried even the most impossible attack.

Soon enough, they realized that Rex had an insanely fast reflex, allowing him to deal with an attack that should have been certain to land. And not to mention—his intuition was almost like he had a third eye right on the back of his head.

Unfortunately for them, Rex had read and understood them faster.

Rex avoided a punch from the angry man, his eyes staring calmly as the man clenched his teeth.

This one is always overcommitting to finish me off.

He raised his front leg at the right moment, avoiding a sweep from the silver-haired man.

And this one has tunnel vision. His attacks are hard to predict and dodge, but this weakness made it easy to counterattack him.

Everything was analyzed in a split-second, and he made his move almost as quickly.

Rex seized the angry man’s arm. The man lifted his free hand, expecting a right hook to follow. But Rex drove his forehead into the man’s face instead, breaking his nose as blood sprayed. At that same moment, the silver-haired man surged up from below, an uppercut already on its way.

Once again, his focus was too tunneled. He didn’t see the knee that went in and struck his inner thigh.

It killed his rising momentum.

He expected a punch, but Rex placed a leg behind him and simply pushed, knocking him over.

As he fell backward, he cursed aloud, “Shit!”

Falling backward meant nothing on its own. But it broke the rhythm, turning two-on-one into a one-on-one, if only for a few seconds. Rex against the furious man. And if two of them couldn’t take Rex down, one of them meant certain defeat.

Bam—!

Blood sprayed everywhere as Rex’s knuckles hammered into the man’s face.

He wanted to retreat, but his hand was firmly gripped by Rex, keeping him at an arm’s length.

Just as he turned, he felt the grip loosen.

But two hands already grabbed his head and brought it down to a rising knee. His nose flattened, and everything became blurry. A perfect roundhouse kick hammered into his side, breaking a few ribs, and finished him off for good.

“Damn you!” the silver-haired man roared and charged.

As he took a step forward, Rex kicked his leg back before it could hit the ground, causing him to fall.

Right on cue, an elbow struck his lower jaw, snapping it and knocking him unconscious instantly.

Just as Rex took the last man out, he saw a blur of hazel rushing past him. His hand shot out without thinking, grabbing the figure by the arm, and hauled her back. “Lilliana,” His voice was low, controlled. He raised his index finger in front of her face. “We had an agreement about restraint, didn’t we?”

“But you’re attacking them!” She argued impatiently. “Why can’t I attack him?”

“Because I’m the Alpha, and I can do whatever I want, while you…” He tapped her on her nose, making her look at him in protest. “You can’t.”

He turned to Bellana, “Can you watch over her, please? Don’t let her come here.”

“Ah, I can!” She skipped over and held Lilliana’s arm. “Come on. Let your friend finish this.”

Rex turned his attention back to Aksa.

“Well,” He spread his arms a little. “What are you waiting for? Aren’t you going to attack me?”

“Do you have any idea who my father is?!” He roared, but his voice sounded more desperate and pathetic than he imagined. His mask of control crumbled. “He’s personally close—to the High Lord. Just one word from his mouth, and your pathetic life is over. Do you want that?!”

Instead of heeding Aksa, Rex’s eyes turned to the security guard.

He raised two fingers, gesturing that there were only two minutes left.

Before Aksa could utter another word, Rex crossed the gap between them in a heartbeat. He seized the spoiled brat by his face using a crushing grip and drove him into the wall. Aksa’s back hit the wall hard, and suddenly, there was nowhere left to go.

Rex punched him in the body; the sound was a heavy thud that made others flinch.

He cracked Aksa across the jaw. Teeth skittered across the carpet floor. He glanced at his knuckles—in surprise, impressed that he could do that much damage easily, but then recalled the suppression. Not a single energy can be used in this dimensional space.

And that includes the energy inside Aksa, and also the items he wore.

In a pure physical battle, Rex had always gotten the upper hand.

Rex didn’t let up. He grabbed Aksa by the collar—and yanked back before drilling another punch to the stomach. Aksa involuntarily bent forward from the pain, and Rex grabbed his head again and slammed it against the wall, pinning him there.

“My father will cripple you…” He said weakly, still threatening.

“I can cripple you right now,” Rex smirked devilishly and leaned in. “And I can also make you stay that way.”

Aksa swallowed harshly at the threat.

Even though he doubted Rex could do that, he didn’t want to find out.

“What is going on here?”

Rex turned towards the staircase and saw a man standing there. He doesn’t look particularly imposing with a plain white shirt and pants, but his gaze looked strong. And from the way Aksa’s eyes lit up, it became clear that the man is not so simple.

“You’re fucked now,” Aksa laughed maniacally. “He worked directly for the High Lord.”

Seeing this stubborn smugness, Rex let him go, and he immediately crawled towards the man.

“Sir Liebert,” Aksa held on to the man’s leg, and then pointed at Rex. “He attacked me and my friends unprovoked. Help me bring justice—and my father will surely reward you. I want him to pay the price for this.

“Also, bring him in, too,” He stared at the security guard with hate. “He’s an accomplice.”

Both the security guard and the waiter sighed.

From the very start, they knew that siding against Aksa would get them into trouble, so they’re ready.

It was Aksa who started this mess.

Even Aaran and the others turned their eyes elsewhere. Most of the group felt a quiet relief at staying out of the mess. Defying Aksa was a losing game. They had kept their distance deliberately, knowing exactly what would happen to anyone foolish enough to stand in his way.

’Just a muscle-head,’ Aaran shook his head. ’And you respected someone like him more than me?’

He really liked Lilliana.

And it was unfortunate for her to be associated with a man who can’t bow down when he needs to.

However, Bellana saw differently.

’Something isn’t right,’ the thought settled in her chest. Then it clicked. ’Why is Sir Liebert’s gaze fixed on Rex? Aksa is speaking to him, pleading, instructing, but his gaze never wanders. He’s ignoring Aksa completely. Just like Rex did.’

“Sir Rex?” Liebert repeated. “I asked what happened here?”

“Eh…?” Aksa froze.

He looked up at Liebert, confused as to why he was being ignored.

“Is it because the High Lord is new? I don’t see any respect for him in his own city,” Rex said, gesturing towards Aksa with his chin. “I thought I was supposed to be a representation of him, but somehow, my women are being harassed.”

Liebert clenched his fists.

“And how do you want to resolve this?” He asked again while holding back anger.

“I’ve already dealt with it,” Rex sneered. “You came too late, or you only came now after watching me fight. Either way, I’ve already dealt with the situation. Just know that it doesn’t feel like anything to be representing the High Lord. I’m really not impressed.”

At that comment, Liebert’s composure cracked.

He turned to Aksa with burning rage.

Nobody was expecting this, and now the High Lord’s name was smeared.

And Aksa was the one to blame.