People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

The red wine in the glass swirled along the wall of the glass, forming a small vortex.

Jeston's eyes were fixed on the wine glass, and he didn't even look at Anthony.

That punch didn't even cause the wine glass in Jeston's hand to tremble. The wine was flashing with an attractive red luster, as if mocking Anthony's powerlessness.

"Something has been implanted in your body."

Anthony pulled back, looking a little grim.

He could feel that his punch landing on Jeston's palm was like hitting a steel plate heavily.

That kind of touch is definitely not the touch of a normal human palm.

Jeston slowly spread his hands, with a sarcastic smile on his face:

"I have to say, you are indeed very perceptive. Some small metal plates, the crystallization of Rhine Life Science, have been implanted in my body.

And my Originium skill is to manipulate the iron element."

As he spoke, a layer of black slowly covered the palm of Jeston's hand.

In front of Anthony's shocked pupils, Jeston clenched his black fist and smashed towards him.

Anthony immediately raised his arms to block.

But at the moment when Jeston's fist fell, the inhibitor on Anthony's body took effect at the same time. A violent electric current surged in Anthony's body, causing a flaw in his defense.

The black fist fell, Anthony groaned, his tall body flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

"Brother Anthony, you haven't forgotten that you are still wearing handcuffs, have you?" Jeston mocked unscrupulously.

Behind and beside him, Kafka and Robin attacked at the same time, launching a sneak attack on Jeston.

Unfortunately, Jeston didn't even bother to dodge their attacks. He controlled the metal in his body to condense on his body surface, and easily eliminated the attacks of the two.

Then he knocked the two little girls to the ground with one punch each.

"Roar!"

Anthony took the opportunity to get up again, and despite the interference of the suppressor, he flew forward and entangled Jeston tightly. His violent aura of a beast burst out again. In the fight, his fists and feet were all his weapons, and even his sharp teeth were used.

Unfortunately, Jason was like an airtight metal machine. He blocked all of Anthony's counterattacks and punched Anthony one after another.

Even with Anthony's physique, he was unable to withstand Jason's heavy blow. He retreated awkwardly and was finally knocked down by Jason's punch.

Throughout the entire fight, Jeston only used one fist. In his free right hand, the glass of red wine was shaking gracefully, showing his ease and carefreeness.

Jeston glanced at the three people who had fallen to the ground, then looked at Qi Yan and the others. Seeing that Qi Lin had no intention of taking action, he felt relieved for some reason.

"It seems that the situation is clear."

Jeston did not press on to win, but continued to tease everyone: "Look, the eldest son of the Simon family who was once high and mighty, is now reduced to a prisoner, and even beaten to the ground.

The savage posture you displayed when fighting just now was like that of a trapped animal."

Anthony turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, his body trembling, and stood up again.

But anyone could see that he had reached his limit, and he was able to stand up again only because of his amazing willpower.

With a playful look in his eyes, Jeston looked at Robin who was lying at his feet and said with a smile:

"I forgot to tell you before that the reason your father's company collapsed was actually because Simon Company counterattacked after its defeat in the fight with the Hyde brothers. It was Simon Company that caused your father to fall to this point.

And now the real murderer who broke up your happy family is standing in front of you. I am kind enough to give you another chance. Pick up your dagger and kill Anthony. "

This sudden news shocked both Robin and Anthony.

Anthony clenched his teeth and made no excuses.

He knew that in this situation where the other party had all the advantages, it was impossible to trick them with lies.

Robin lay on the ground, and the dagger was gently kicked in front of her eyes by Jeston.

The shaking hand slowly reached out, and finally held the dagger tightly in the palm of his hand. Robin's eyes were red, staring straight at Anthony:

“This is my choice!”

As she spoke, she climbed up, raised the dagger and stabbed Jason in the heart.

The dagger stopped half an inch in front of Jeston's chest and could no longer get any closer.

Jeston's black palm tightly grasped Robin's wrist, and the huge force turned Robin's white wrist purple.

"You are such a bad kid." Jeston laughed at him slowly. "Your father will be very sad when he knows your choice. He will die alone in his hospital bed, suffering from the pain and cursing his daughter."

"shut up!"

Tears welled up in Robin's eyes. She kept punching Jason like crazy, not even noticing that her wrist was gradually deformed in Jason's palm and spurted out thick blood.

Now she just wanted to beat to death the man in front of her who kept teasing her and taking pleasure in seeing her suffer.

Then...she would commit suicide and go to hell to confess to her father.

Anthony's eyes were bloodshot, and he rushed towards Jeston again with his trembling body.

Jeston shook his head regretfully, lifted up Robin's petite body, and slammed him hard at Anthony.

Looking at the two figures rolling out, there was not much joy of victory on Jeston's face.

He hoped to see Anthony put aside his dignity and beg for mercy, and even more wanted to see Robin give up his humanity for the sake of his goal and be toyed with by him but still flock to him.

Unfortunately, he saw nothing but the radiance of humanity that made him sick.

"I'm tired of playing."

The black metal on Jeston's arm continued to condense and gradually turned into a huge, ferocious blade.

He walked slowly towards Anthony.

A petite figure stood in front of him.

Kafka tightly grasped the deformed scissors and glared at Jeston with eyes full of anger.

Duma also rushed to Anthony's side, constantly urging the Originium technique to suppress the injuries of Anthony and Robin.

Jeston looked at the united actions of several people, and waves of disgust surged in his heart. His face twisted and he suddenly quickened his pace.

Kafka's heart was in his throat, his small body began to tremble uncontrollably, he closed his eyes and raised the scissors.

At this time, another figure hugged Kafka.

"Qi Yan, how long are you going to watch the show?" Hemer hugged the trembling Kafka and shouted angrily.

This was the first time she showed anger, and there were even tears in her eyes.

"Yeah, how long are you going to watch the show?"

Qi Yan turned his head and looked towards the door of the infirmary.

The door was pushed open.

A tall figure appeared outside the door.

The female Vaifan prison guard gently adjusted the brim of her hat and fixed her majestic dragon eyes on Jeston:

"Jaston, stop, don't go near her again."

Jeston's steps suddenly stopped, as if an invisible force was strangling his neck, and his face changed drastically.

This time, he finally saw the face of the woman, Vaifan.

"Sareya!"

Jeston's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

Facing Jeston's sudden tense mood, Saria remained calm. She turned her head to look at Hemer and explained:

"Because you guys made so much noise, it took me a lot of time to deal with the prison guards."

Hemer held Kafka and kept backing away, returning to Qi Yan's side, pursed his lips and did not answer.

Saria looked at Qi Yan deeply, but didn't say anything. She finally turned her gaze back to Jeston:

"I remember you, Jeston."

"It's my honor to be remembered by you."

Jeston has completely given up on Anthony and others, and all his attention is focused on Saria.

The glass of red wine in his hand fell and shattered on the ground, and the red wine flowed around his feet.

Black metal surged wildly from Jeston's body, converging towards his arms, turning both of his arms into black sharp blades.

Facing Jeston's change, Saria did not make any move. Instead, she spoke calmly as if reminiscing about the past:

"When you tried to join Rhine Life, your resume passed through layers of screening and was handed to me. Talents like you are rare."

Jeston's eyes were filled with hatred: "Yes, I also remember clearly the moment you told me in person that I was unqualified.

I didn't expect that we would meet again at this time and in this place. I even began to wonder why the head of the defense department of Rhine Life would appear in such a place. "

"These have nothing to do with you."

Saria let her hands hang naturally at her sides: "You just need to know that it's time for you to leave."

“…Exit?”

As if he had heard some big joke, Jeston laughed deeply, “I think you must have made a mistake, Saria.

I heard that your abilities are somewhat similar to mine, but before I even had a fight with you, you rejected me.

I have always had a little doubt as to whether you are really stronger than me."

"Ah."

Saria was not too surprised and simply made a nasal sound.

The palms of her hands hanging by her sides were slowly covered with a layer of white crystals, pure and beautiful.

Hemer looked at Saria's Originium skills with a complicated expression:

“That is her ability, calcification, which allows her to freely manipulate calcium elements and their compounds within a certain area with herself as the center.

No matter the high temperature of the flames or the collision of hard objects, they could not break the white crystals. I have never even seen Saria get hurt."

As he spoke, Jeston had already taken action. His arms transformed into black blades that cut through the air and chopped down fiercely at Saria's head.

The dull sound of impact echoed in the infirmary.

Saria blocked Jeston's attack with one hand, her body remained steady without any shaking.

She raised her hand casually, and Jason immediately took several steps back uncontrollably.

This contrast made Jeston's eyes surge with anger. He roared, stopped his body forcibly, and slashed at Saria with both hands.

The two dull slashing sounds almost merged into one, and Saria gently swung her arm covered with a calcified layer, forcing Jeston back again.

"Jaston, when I rejected you, I said something to you."

Saria stopped defending passively, stepped forward, and threw a punch: "I told you at the time that you were too content with the status quo and didn't insist. I don't need people like you under my command."

Jeston raised his arms to block, but the fist, which didn't look very powerful, was as unstoppable as a landslide.

A crack appeared on the black blade of Jeston's arm.

"But you only remember that I rejected you, but never thought about the words I left for you, Jeston. You are too narrow-minded."

Saria took another step forward, still swinging her fist with one hand, sweeping towards Jeston's black blade.

The black blade cracked into pieces under the white fist.

Jeston's face showed fear and he kept backing away, without any ability to fight back.

"As long as you are still as helpless as you are now, I will reject you no matter how many times you come!"

Saria took her third step and delivered her final punch: "Get out of the way!"

Her reminder did not wake up Jason.

"asshole!"

Jeston's eyes bulged out and he let out an almost inhuman roar. His face was distorted and hideous, like a wild beast that had lost its mind, and he rushed towards the white fist regardless of everything.

There was a muffled sound.

The black blade shattered inch by inch under the white fist.

Saria's fist stopped steadily in front of Jeston's eyes. There was no joy of victory in her eyes, only complete disappointment.

"Heh... Heh, such a steady punch, you didn't even use your full strength?"

Jeston knelt dejectedly in front of Saria, his face was pale, his arms were full of cracks under Saria's overwhelming strength, and the bloody red blood gathered into streams and kept flowing down.

The double blow of physical and mental damage made Jeston's eyes go dark.

He fell backwards helplessly and lay on his back, unconscious.

Saria retracted her fist, and the calcified layer formed by the Originium Technique on her hand did not even have a scratch.

The calcified layer slowly dissipated. Saria raised her hand to adjust the brim of her hat and turned to look at Hemer:

"It's okay now."

Hemer raised his right hand, grabbed his left arm, turned his head away, and did not answer.

Faced with Hemer's indifference, Saria lowered her eyes slightly, said nothing more, and just walked slowly towards Anthony.

Duma and Robin looked at Saria who was approaching, their expressions clearly showing a bit of awe.

Even though Saria did not intentionally reveal any oppressive aura, the crushing battle just now still left an indelible impression in the hearts of the two women.

Anthony struggled to get up and said in a low voice:

"Thank you, Miss Saria."

"That's not necessary. I saved you because I have something to ask you." Saria said expressionlessly, "Have you ever heard of the name Ferdinand?"

Anthony thought for a moment and replied, "I heard the name from my father."

"Ferdinand, it is you after all."

Saria nodded and turned to look at Hemer, or to be more precise, Qi Yan, whom Hemer had been hiding behind.

"Well, now it's time to solve the last problem."

Saria's eyes were fixed on Qi Yan without blinking.