Chapter 1318
Jasper stared at him.
Jerrick glared at him.
Even Julian looked up and gave him a sharp, calculating look.
“So, if you three want to enter the venue to protect Serena,” Nicholas said, the faint curve of his lips impossibly elegant and utterly punchable, “you’ll just have to swallow your pride and come with me as my personal bodyguards p>
Jasper looked at Nicholas’s aloof, devastatingly handsome face—a face he desperately wanted to punch—and nearly ground his teeth to dust.
Jerrick’s temple throbbed violently, his fists clenching tight.
Even Julian’s brow furrowed slightly in quiet displeasure.
One by one, they looked at the black-gold access pass in his hand.
Then they looked back at Nicholas’s ridiculously smug face.
Manipulative bastard.
This was a heavily premeditated power move from a manipulative bastard!
However.
They stole a glance at the girl standing beside him, who looked utterly indifferent to the arrangement.
In order to stay by her side and protect her at all times.
In order not to miss her glorious moment of slaughtering the competition in the finals.
The three brothers took a collective deep breath.
Then, sporting expressions darker than the bottom of a charred pot, they swallowed their pride and accepted reality.
Half an hour later.
A highly bizarre scene unfolded inside the penthouse suite of the SK Hotel.
Julian, Jerrick, and Jasper-three terrifyingly powerful men whose individual auras were enough to dominate an entire city on their own.
All three were now dressed in sharp, tailored black suits, wearing dark sunglasses, with communication earpieces tucked into their ears.
They looked like three actual grim reapers.
Jasper stared into the mirror, his face practically turning green with rage. “I am The Obsidian Dark Web’s number-one bounty hunter, and I’m acting as his bodyguard p>
Jerrick scoffed coldly. “Be grateful. At least we get to go inside p>
Julian adjusted his cufflinks, his voice impeccably smooth. “Protecting her is the only thing that matters p>
Meanwhile, Nicholas stood tall in a bespoke black suit, one hand hovering protectively just behind Serena’s waist.
Radiating an aura of arrogant
nobility, he raised an eyebrow and smiled at them. “Gentlemen, I must say… if you plan on protecting her on site you really need to reign your murderous auras. Otherwise… you hardly look like bodyguards. You’ll be escorted off the premises in no time p>
The three of them glared in silence.
Adjusting their sunglasses, they begrudgingly slumped their shoulders and forcefully dialed back their terrifying presence.
Still, Jasper gritted his teeth and
hissed under his breath, “Once we get back to Elyndor, I’m throwing a sack over this pretty boy’s head and beating the living daylights out of him p>
Jerrick let out a cold snort, popping his knuckles. “Count me in. I’ll provide the sack p>
Julian pushed his sunglasses up the
bridge of his nose, his tone pleasant but his eyes dangerously sharp. It has been a white since we resorted
tov
ve
violence, but I believe my combatTM skills are still quite sharp p>
Listening to their hushed, disgruntled plotting, a fleeting trace of a smile touched
Serena’s cold eyes.
She lifted her gaze, looking out the floor-to-ceiling window.
The morning light was blazing outside.
The day of the Severian finals had arrived.
She parted her crimson lips, her voice light, yet laced with a chilling lethality. “Let’s
go. Time to pay them a visit p>
The five of them stood shoulder-to-shoulder, looking out at the rising sun.
Their expressions turned uniformly severe.
Then, following Serena’s lead, they stepped out.
“Move out p>
The Global Elite Gauntlet: Grand Finale officially commenced.
Only the strongest survived.
After surviving multiple rounds of brutal, high-pressure eliminations, only thirty elite geniuses remained to stand on the grand stage.
And out of those thirty spots, Elyndor had historically secured a staggering seventeen.
The word “dominant” didn’t even begin to cover it.
It was an absolute, crushing sweep against every other nation’s delegations.