Chapter 492 Knee

Chapter 492 Knee

Words could not begin to describe the intensity of Gerald's anger. He wanted nothing more than to rip Atticus to shreds; he just wanted to protect his little brother.

Gerald knew his brother was far from perfect; he knew he was filled with issues. Gerald had lost count of the number of times he had seen the small boy torture guards and maids back in their sector.

He was a psycho and had gotten him out of many troublesome situations.

But despite this, it didn't diminish his love for his little brother. He was family.

Gerald had never cared about fighting for the position of the family head or becoming the heir. Despite the fact that many elders of the family were trying to create a divide and induce a fight between them, he had always ignored them, just wanting to enjoy his relaxed life with family, especially his brother.

However, now, that same brother was brutally getting pummeled from every direction. He couldn't have that.

Gerald surged forward, his entire being bathed in a radiant crimson glow as he unleashed the secret art of Stellaris; Red Sun.

Like a shooting star streaking through the heavens, he tore through the ranks of bewildered Stellaris youths, bridging the distance between them in an instant.

"ATTICUS!!" Gerald bellowed, his seething voice cutting through the battlefield with intensity.

However, the one who the entirety of his rage was directed at didn't seem to register his existence. It was as though Gerald was a madman, screaming at no one in particular.

The rain of brutal punches and devastating kicks didn't stop for even one second, a macabre shower of crimson blood painting the sky.

"AHHHHHHH!"

With a deafening roar, Gerald's cry pierced the skies, the red glow enveloping his form pulsating with newfound intensity. As the glow intensified, the sun's rays seemed to dance with renewed vigor, casting a scorching radiance upon the battlefield.

His body surged with power, a burst of searing air emanating outward as he prepared to unleash his attack. Yet, before he could act, the frenzied striking that filled the air ceased abruptly.

There was no pause; Gerald hardly had the time to register the sounds of three thunderous booms before a bent knee obscured his entire field of vision.

The brutal cacophony of bone cracking echoed like a war drum, its resounding beat reaching every soul in the vicinity.

In another location, the bored look on a flawless beauty's face suddenly changed, her head snapping towards the north. She had purple hair, and words wouldn't do justice to describing her beauty. She was none other than Zoey, who was currently sitting on top of a massive Luminous purple dragon.

"Are you sure, Lumi?" She inwardly asked.

"100%."

Receiving her answer, Zoey manipulated the dragon avatar and instantly shot towards the north.

The battlefield seemed to grow quiet, the coliseum where millions of people watched the screen growing even quieter.

The gazes of the remaining Stellaris family youths landed on Atticus, each of their hearts skipping a beat.

Gerald had been in the advanced+ rank, and aside from that, he had used their family's secret art. There was no one amongst them who didn't know how powerful that art was; it was being guarded closely for a reason.

And yet, all it took was one blow and less than a second?

"B-br-rother,"

The desperate cries of Seraphin sounded, followed by the sound of him gasping for breath.

Both his arms reached upward to his neck, struggling and trying to get out of the vice grip he was in.

Seraphin could hardly see his tormentor, the cause of everything, but many would claim he was lucky.

Unfortunately for the rest of the students in the area, especially the Stellaris family youths, they could see him clearly.

Atticus appeared suspended in the air, floating upwards by some invisible force that none of them seemed to be able to see.

His left hand held Seraphin on the neck tightly as though he were nothing more than a rag doll.

There was not a single speck of fire that enveloped him, but many would claim that he felt even more searing.

Atticus's right hand flickered to the side, a gleaming sword appearing in his hand.