A series of two slaps!
Heavy and filled with power.
Gareth was smacked to the point of seeing stars, but he didn't show any temper tantrums.
It looked like he didn't even dare to dodge it.
Of course…
It wasn't that he didn't dare to dodge, but he couldn't dodge it. His heart was filled with shock, as he had never imagined that his level 5 Saint-rank cultivation didn't allow him to even move in front of Aaron. What terrifying cultivation level has Aaron reached?
The continuous two slaps had made his rage surge.
But the flames of anger inside him couldn't explode out because his body was completely suppressed. Even though he was using all his strength, he was unable to break out of the hold and could only glare at Aaron. His teeth were clenched to the point of making cracking sounds as he was unconvinced.
Aaron pointed at Gareth's nose and shouted, "You want to keep glaring at me? Do you believe that I will give you another two more slaps?!"
"A Saint ranker bullying a King ranker; you even dare to do something like this?"
"Didn't your father ever teach you?"
"Oh!"
"I almost forgot that your damn father is already no longer of this world. Then today, I shall represent your father and consider those two slaps a teaching moment." Aaron wasn't giving Gareth any face, and he couldn't release his temper at all.
Aaron then turned to Maxwell and asked, "Kid, do you have anything you want to say?"
Maxwell's eyes were filled with shock.
He never imagined Aaron would be this awesome.
The feeling of watching Gareth being slapped twice was too great!
Unfortunately, he wasn't able to slap Gareth himself.
Maxwell looked at Gareth. His eyes turned serious, and he didn't hide his words as he said, "I want to kill him!"
"Huh?"
Aaron faintly trembled as he said to himself: "This kid… He's quite ferocious, hahaha…"
Gareth widened his eyes and glared at Maxwell.
Maxwell showed no fear and coldly sneered before saying, "I know that my current cultivation is unable to kill you. But don't worry; I will have you kneeling before me within ten years. At that point, I will wash away the shame you have shown me today and then kill you!"
Complete suppression based on powers.
For Brenda, for Constantine, for all his brothers, Maxwell had chosen to kneel.
Although…
He didn't completely kneel in the end; he fully remembered that feeling. He had captured that moment of Gareth's smug smile and that arrogant look he held.
Aaron's heart loosened up as he wiped the imaginary sweat away. If Maxwell were to really kill Gareth, then they would thoroughly offend the Great Alliance, while he would be stuck right in the middle. Even though he was siding with Maxwell, the Evans Kingdom stood behind him, so he couldn't just ignore this ten-thousand-year-old nation.
When he heard Maxwell's words, his heart loosened, and he exhaled. He then said with a smile, "Kid, you are crazy enough. Breaking into the Saint rank from the King rank in ten years… this type of incident has never happened in the history of our world."
"But I'm optimistic for you!"
This has never happened before!
But…
Aaron believed in Maxwell.
Because he felt nothing was impossible when it came to Maxwell.
A King ranker had killed a peak Venerate rank expert.
A King ranker actually cultivated a supreme devil martial technique that enabled him to transform into the Devil Sovereign's body. If his cultivation had increased to the Saint rank, then… Aaron's heart tightened as he started getting excited. He really wanted to see that day arrive.
Gareth started smiling with disdain.
That immediately angered Aaron as he pointed at Gareth's nose and shouted: "What are you smiling about?! What kind of expression is that? Do you dare to make a bet? Do you dare to accept a ten-year agreement?"
Gareth maintained his disdainful expression before coldly harrumphing: "A piece of trash like him wants to surpass me in ten years? Aaron, it looks like you're becoming muddle-headed as you get older, having lived the past several thousand years pointlessly. You actually dare to propose such a bet? What qualifications does this piece of trash have to challenge me?"
"Ten years?"
"He wants to step into the Saint rank in ten years? Is he overestimating himself, or is your brain fried?"
"Who in this entire world is capable of that? Even the son of a true dragon, Peter Wesley, cannot accomplish that. He's a kid who doesn't possess a bloodline, so he thinks he's all that just because he learned some high-grade martial techniques? He can quit dreaming of having a ten-year agreement with me!"
Without waiting for him to finish…
Aaron threw out a slap.
"Slap!"
Being unable to dodge it again, Gareth's eyes were now bloodshot. He then fiercely glared at Aaron and shouted, "Old bastard! If you don't manage to kill me today, I will one day destroy your Evans Kingdom and have all you surnamed Evans's disappear from this world!"
Aaron didn't care and shouted back: "Stop blabbing crap! Do you dare to accept the bet? If you dare to accept it and beat this kid ten years later, you don't need to come yourself because I will directly gift my Kingdom to your Great Alliance!"
"What?"
Maxwell's face drastically changed as he said, "Old senior, don't…"
Aaron didn't bother with Maxwell and continued shouting: "Do you dare?! Stop blabbing crap if you don't dare, and quickly scram out of the Capital City! If I ever see you around here ever again, you'd better watch it, because I might just kill you!"
Using the entire Evan's Kingdom as a gambling stake?!
Weren't the stakes too big?!
Gareth started laughing.
"Hahaha…"
He was laughing very loudly with an excited expression. "Aaron, it looks like you have really gone muddled-headed from old age! You actually pulled out the Evans Kingdom as a gambling stake for this kid?!"
"Fine!"
"I will accept it!"
"Ten years from today, be prepared to hand over the Evans Kingdom as you promised. I will then completely wipe out every citizen within the nation's territory! I will burn down every city within the Evans Kingdom; I will not even let a single blade of grass grow! I will make the Evans Kingdom, which has stood for ten thousand years, become history's biggest joke! I will make the Evans Kingdom a dead kingdom for tens of thousands of years! Hahaha…"
Aaron's expression faintly shook. He then said with a frown, "As long as you win, you can do whatever you want with it! But if you lose…"
"Hahaha!"
"Me, losing to a piece of trash?"
"Aaron, you will definitely be losing. You wait and see…" Gareth's face was full of disdain.
Aaron had a calm expression as he said: "Within these ten years, if any one of your Great Alliance members dares to touch a single hair on this kid, it will mean you, Gareth, are scared. It will also mean you lose. Don't worry; I don't need you to pay up anything if you lose. But all the martial cultivators in this world will laugh at you because it means a Saint rank expert is afraid of a King ranker."
"Humph!"
"You wish to protect him for ten years, so I will naturally give you the full ten years' time."
"Within these ten years, my Great Alliance will not touch a single hair on him or any of his people!" Gareth was clear that if his people moved against Maxwell, he would lose all face and would never be able to get back on his feet in this world again.
Ten years was merely a brief moment.
No matter how strong Maxwell's innate talent was, there's no way he could step into the Saint rank.
Being unable to step into the Saint rank means he will never be considered an opponent.
Saint rankers possessed saintly might. This force was able to suppress any expert below the Saint rank!
Aaron then grunted out, "Good, then you can scram out of the Capital City now."
Powers were pulled back.
Gareth's body relaxed. He turned to coldly glance at Maxwell before ridiculing: "Kid, I hope that you will still be alive in ten years."
As his voice faded…
Gareth turned into a stream of light and instantly flew out of the Capital City. In the blink of an eye, he had already travelled for over a hundred thousand kilometres.
At this moment…
Aaron's body sank, and his face paled. It looked like he had suddenly aged several decades!
Maxwell was clenching his fists tightly.