"Crackle!"
"Divine Technique: Overdrive!"
"Berserk!"
Maxwell's eyes changed brightly as his body began to release an increased amount of aura.
"Level: Type 1: Overdrive!"
Maxwell looked at his system stats as his Mana depleted by half from the 600 he already had. He decided to make proper use of his mana since he had already activated the technique. Everyone could take a good peek at the level of his power.
"His stats, excluding his Mana, doubled immediately and he activated Overdrive. His speed and power were now beyond his level.
Maxwell had no use for activating his Divine Technique, as it was Vincent he was facing off against. Vincent was already at level 5, with a bronze rank, and like him and Maxwell, he already had a Martial Technique at level 2 that could easily bring him the win. But...
He had exercised enough patience and endurance with the mocking from everyone around. He decided to show what he had to offer now, being called a crippled bastard was enough for him.
The shock on people's faces was visible. The aura Maxwell now gave off was different from when he came in.
Constantine slowly backed away smiling to himself. "Sir Maxwell is finally going to show them who's boss!"
Vincent was quick to regain his composure as he started another round of word exchange. "My love, Lena. Please move away while I show this bastard what it means to be a Gillette." He said, making a gesture for him to move to a space that was created immediately for her.
"Baby Vincent, just end this quickly. He isn't worth your time." Lena said in a charming seductive voice.
"This time would surely be different from last time at the stables. He'll be lucky to survive this time." Vincent laughed as he began to crack his knuckles, taking steps forward. He was gone within a second like he never moved forward.
"Disappearing Steps!"
"Level: Type 1: Disappearing Steps!"
"He's using a Martial Technique. Even a professional could not stand this. This would surely be his end."
Maxwell didn't make a move as he observed Vincent come towards him. He had a smirk on his face.
"Such boldness or maybe he's scared of his wits."
"He cannot make a move, as expected."
"No one here could possibly match up to this martial technique because of its speed."
There were multiple theories regarding why Maxwell just stood still. Only Constantine had a smile on his face.
"Time to meet your maker!" Vincent yelled out as he activated another martial technique. "Dragon Palm!"
"Two, two martial techniques. This is..."
Owning one martial technique was already a blessing in this world, and Vincent just displayed two, which caused the crowd to wow in surprise.
The Gillette Household had a handful of martial techniques that could be learned and seeing not just one but two was a beautiful sight for the crowd.
Maxwell still remained where he stood, his lips curving into a wicked smile. "He's putting on a show with a Level: type 1 martial technique. I'll show him what a Divine Technique is.
"Bam!" Maxwell released a huge amount of aura. He finally made his move. In a flash, he had moved.
Vincent was shocked, cold running down his spine. He was met with a sharp burst of wind, sending pain all over his chest. As he was thrown flying. The smile he had had on his face eventually faded away.
"Bam!"
Maxwell had delivered a clean single blow without using his Martial Technique. Just brute force with Divine Technique.
Before Vincent's body could reach the ground Maxwell had sent another attack with a super high kick. "Bam!"
Blood gushed out of Vincent's mouth as his body crashed down on the ground. His face turned pale as the former arrogant look he had on his face was now gone. He fainted immediately.
Maxwell was overwhelmed with joy within him; he now had a taste of the power of his Divine Technique: Overdrive, and it was awesome.
Vincent was taken out like a piece of trash. Even at level 5, bronze rank and owning two martial techniques. Maxwell was very considerate not to make an instant kill.
The crowd was left in a daze as it was hard for them to believe what had just happened in front of their eyes. Was this a dream?
This was a different Maxwell from the one who was crippled and in charge of the stables. This incident has changed everything.
The look of terror was in most of the eyes that had witnessed what had just happened. Only Maxwell could pull such a stunt. Everywhere was now eerily quiet in the training ground.
Maxwell had his eyes sharp as he caught envious glances at him. All it took was two moves to make his grand entrance back into the Gillette Household.
People at a higher level 6, bronze rank than Vincent would not be able to defeat with just two moves, so Maxwell had achieved this feat without breaking a sweat. This was a totally new Maxwell. Everybody was in shock.
No one could say another blasphemous word against Maxwell; fear had crept into their hearts, for Maxwell could easily do to them what he had just done to Vincent.
Constantine rushed over to Maxwell as he said in a hushed tone. "That was grand!"
Maxwell smiled lightly as he glanced through the crowd before saying our loud. "This is just the beginning of what I can do, this is my return."
Just then...
"A good return speech it is." A voice came in from outside. Just before the echoes of the sentence could fade, a figure phased through the crowd, arriving instantly at Maxwell's side.
Taking a look at the unconscious body of Vincent, the figure began to release an aura before bursting out in anger. "How dare you do this to my son?" Instantly.
Fargo Gillette sent an attack on Maxwell. "Dragon Palm!" The attack was aimed directly at Maxwell. With no restraint of holding back.
Fargo Gillette was Vincent Gillette's father. He was one of the five dukes of the Gillette Household, junior brother to Sebastian Gillette the acting Lord of the Gillette Household. He was already at level 8, silver rank.
The silver rank was extremely powerful and could not be compared to the bronze rank. Maxwell was in a daze, which he quickly recovered from as he took a few steps back.
The power from the attack blew against his face. He was weak in this presence. Maxwell was currently at level 5, bronze rank and could not do anything against Fargo. He just continued to go backwards until he was backed against a wall.
"You aren't going anywhere any more," Fargo said as he shot out another attack.
The Martial Technique Fargo displayed was of a higher level since he was at silver rank, although they were similar to Vincent's.
"Bam!"
Constantine stepped in just in time, Fargo's Dragon Palm technique was almost hitting Maxwell. Immediately transforming into a beast. His muscles bulged, ripping apart his clothes. "Go now, Sir Maxwell."
"Move away from here," Maxwell said, he didn't expect Constantine to suddenly step in.
"You bastard," Fargo growled, his Dragon Palm technique landing directly on Constantine's chest.
"Bam!"
The magnitude of the force from the attack could be compared to a truck crashing into a wall at 80km/h. Blood gushed out of Constantine's mouth as his body began to pale.
Pain surged all over his body, making him almost faint. But he still didn't budge. He stood firm like a rock in front of Maxwell. "Go now..."
"Hell no!"
"Crackle!"
"Activate Divine Technique: Overdrive!"
Maxwell didn't hold back again as the power surged through him. He moved with speed.