A sword came directly at Maxwell. With the surge of killing intent aimed at him when just then...
Maxwell clenched his fist as if acting impulsively, releasing the Dragon Beast Palm.
A pair of dragon claws appeared to block the attack.
"How dare you try to block my sword, you bastard?" The Young Sir shouted coldly at Maxwell. "Now I shall no longer be lenient with you."
The force and speed of the attack suddenly increased, putting more pressure on Maxwell.
Lady Gwendolyn grabbed onto her sword immediately as she attempted to stop them but the scene was too fast for her. Anxiety was written all over her as she feared for Maxwell.
The Young Sir was Gregory Gillette, he currently held the highest rank for the Gillette Household under sixteen. Formally number 2 until Maxwell was out of the picture.
Sir Gregory was currently at Level 3 Bronze Rank. The acting Lord of the Gillette Household was his father, making him the next heir in line.
Sir Gregory was already a good swordsman since he practised his sword skill, making him proficient; cultivators below his level among the Gillette Household found it hard to make a defensive stance against his sword attack. This was his special technique.
Maxwell attempted to evade his second attack.
Making the dodge a little bit late, he made a counterattack immediately. Dragon Beast Palm.
On his left was a burst of fire, and on his right was a Dragon. Bonded together this was a powerful attack.
"Bam!"
Maxwell could only hold out for so long before the fire began to fade. He was hit directly by Sir Gregory's attack.
"Bam!" The sound came from the slam on his chest. Sending him flying.
"You bastard!" Sir Gregory's voice lingered, anger visible on his face. He didn't expect Maxwell to be defensive against his attack. "You dare to block my attack?"
His figure blurred as he rushed at Maxwell again. "Let's see how to plead this time, no escaping from me."
The margin between both opponents' strengths and techniques was too much; Maxwell was currently at Level 9 Bronze Rank, and Sir Gregory was already at Level 3 Bronze Rank.
Maxwell had already lost the willpower to defend against another attack; he just sat on the grass as he watched Sir Gregory come at him.
A smile escaped Sir Gregory's lips. "You've finally accepted your fate!"
The sword aimed directly at the temple of his head, while Maxwell just kept his eyes open as he watched. His heart grew heavy with every passing second. "You'd better do this now or there will be consequences!" He screamed at the top of his voice inside his head.
Just then...
Lady Gwendolyn's sword came in between the cross hairs, forcing Sir Gregory's sword to deflect upward by an inch.
Maxwell's life just flashed before him as he lost some strands of hair; he had only just stayed in this new body for some hours, and death was behind him already. This new world was essentially not for the weak since only the strongest could survive.
Sir Gregory's facial expression changed immediately when his sword tilted in its direction. He just looked at Maxwell before making a mocking gesture. "Bastard! You truly do not deserve to live. Why bother when you already have nothing to lose?"
"Gregory!" Lady Gwendolyn called out. "Be kind to this human, he hasn't done anything to offend you yet has he?"
Sir Gregory turned around immediately to look at her as he began to laugh hysterically. "A human of the lowest rank and without any shame. You don't seem to know..."
"He is from the Gillette Household... Why would I say that? This boy here is the biggest waste Eden City has ever seen. So worthless that even a beggar outshines him at a duel, beating him up. Suicide wouldn't be enough to end his worthless life."
Just then, Maxwell had a flash of memory come to him.
Just after the death of both his parents, an attack was made on his life that left him badly injured then his medication was changed from healing to crippling pills. Then the devastation when he was set up against a member of the Gillette Household disguised as a beggar. Maxwell was in confusion to even take note of the events.
The day of the duel between Maxwell and the beggar came, Eden City square was filled as people gathered to watch the heir to the Gillette Household outshine the beggar, but was met with a shocking scene when the beggar beat up Maxwell to the point where he could no longer get up on his own.
Everything felt staged right from the beginning.
Maxwell, without any assistance, knew everything was orchestrated by Brandon Gillette. Maxwell was already worthless after losing his ability to cultivate and losing all he had achieved during his past cultivation. He was currently a nobody. Lord Brandon could not let him go; he created the perfect humiliation scandal where everyone could recognise the failure Maxwell had become, even a beggar now had an upper hand against him.
Ever since then, Maxwell would suffer beatings almost every day; he was easily sought after as the punching bag.
Maxwell's anger grew within him turning into pure hatred. "What type of Household has he come into, the level of ruthlessness was too much."
"So he's Maxwell?" Lady Gwendolyn took a glance at Maxwell after mumbling to herself.
"Worthless Bastard!" Sir Gregory said smiling.
Lady Gwendolyn approached Maxwell, leaving Sir Gregory behind. She lowered herself as she picked out a piece of grass from Maxwell's hair. "Are you hurt?"
"Huh...?" Maxwell was shocked before he managed to shake his stiff neck. "No, I'm fine."
Sir Gregory didn't say a word, his expression changed as his killing intent began to grow again. Lady Gwendolyn had never been this compassionate towards him before. What was so special about this bastard Maxwell?
Just then, Lady Gwendolyn turned to him. "You've always wanted me to go with you to practice your sword technique, if you let him go. Then I'll join you in practising your sword technique."
"How?" Sir Gregory was shocked by her sudden change of heart. Without wasting much time he quickly asked her. "You're serious aren't you?"
"As long as you promise not to ever attack Maxwell again."
"Deal!" Sir Gregory said smiling. 'I don't need to attack him personally, I can always send some people, he just needs to die, that's all.' he thought.
"He doesn't remember me?" She thought, before walking away with Sir Gregory.
"I shall spare your life today." Sir Gregory growled at Maxwell as he left with Lady Gwendolyn.
Maxwell was now the only one left on the field with a look of disgust on his face. "Who was she? Why can't I remember that familiar voice? Anyway..." He picked himself up. "It's no use overthinking it, I have to level up quickly."
The event that just happened before Maxwell made him realise that weakness was not an option here. He quickly rushed over to the ant hive.
Crush, crush!
"Crackle!"
"Congratulations, Player Maxwell Gillette, for killing an Insect. Reward: 1 XP, 0: Mana..."
The notification sound continued to ring in his head. He just endured the pain, since some of the ants crawled on him, stinging him badly.
Some time had passed, and Maxwell was now red all over with pain surging through his body.
"Crackle!"
"Congratulations, Player Maxwell Gillette, for Levelling Up. Level 8, Bronze Rank."
Levelling up twice in a day, the speed was unimaginable. Maxwell just took a look as he continued his storm against the ant hive.