National Guardian's Gone and We're Done

With this punch, Uzi held nothing back.

He poured all his hatred and power into it,

wanting only to completely erase this man he detested to his very core from the face of the earth.

Nearby, Florian, the Clan Leader of the Werewolf Clan, was stunned speechless by this sudden turn of events.

His mind seemed to freeze in an instant

as he watched Uzi’s fist cut through the air like a bolt of lightning, hurtling toward the Doctor.

By the time he finally snapped out of it and tried to intervene,

he realized it was already too late.

The moment the fist landed heavily on the Doctor’s body,

a colossal BOOM erupted, like the tolling of a great bell.

The sound was like someone striking a massive war Drum with all their might.

The powerful shockwave washed over them like a torrential tide,

causing a sharp, piercing pain in Florian’s eardrums, as if countless fine needles were stabbing them.

However, the scene that followed made Florian’s blood run cold,

as if his very blood had frozen in his veins.

Under the immense impact of Uzi’s punch, the Doctor’s body

burst like a fragile balloon,

exploding into a cloud of countless blue particles that scattered into the air.

Each particle shimmered with a cryptic, azure light.

Bathed in the cold, clear moonlight,

they resembled the swirling morning mist in a silent valley—dreamlike and illusory.

They gave off an aura that was at once both enchanting and spine-chillingly beautiful.

"Florian, look at this Superhuman you spent a fortune to hire!

In my eyes, he’s just a worthless piece of trash!

I took him out in one easy punch.

How could you expect a weakling like him to fight Chu He?

If you ask me, we’d be better off just killing all the other Superhumans.

Think of all the money you’d save!"

Gazing at the glorious result of his punch,

Uzi was filled with arrogant satisfaction.

He let out a harsh cackle,

the sound echoing through the terrifyingly silent night, jarring and grating, like a Demon’s roar in the darkness.

Florian was now caught in a deep state of conflict and confusion.

In the vast world of Superhumans, especially among those in the West,

the Doctor’s immense power was legendary, his reputation widespread.

Although no one had ever truly witnessed him in action,

those who had seen his methods

had, without exception, all met their end.

This only served to wrap the Doctor in an even thicker veil of mystery.

To successfully recruit the Doctor,

the price Florian had paid was far more than simple money.

It also included a vast quantity of rare, priceless resources and treasures.

But now, before the thrilling confrontation with Chu He could even begin,

the Doctor had been smashed to pieces by Uzi’s reckless punch,

reduced to blue particles drifting in the moonlight.

It was like something out of an absurd, farcical play.

’Have I been completely duped?’

The infuriating thought flashed through Florian’s mind.

His eyes widened in an instant, burning with furious flames.

He clenched his hands into tight fists, his knuckles turning white from the pressure,

and his body began to tremble as he struggled to suppress the volcanic rage and indignation boiling within him.

But in that very instant,

the smug, triumphant smile on Uzi’s face seemed to magically freeze,

solidifying into a look of stunned embarrassment.

The great mist of blue particles, which had been drifting fantastically in midair,

did not dissipate as one would expect.

Instead, as if held in place by some mysterious force, it remained suspended, perfectly still,

as if time itself had lost all effect.

Then, as if suddenly receiving a silent command,

the blue particles began to converge on a central point at a staggering speed.

In just a few short seconds,

as if they had a life of their own,

they perfectly reformed into the figure of the calm and composed Doctor.

Even the still-warm cup of coffee in his hand and the delicate coffee cup

reappeared, completely unscathed.

At this moment, the Doctor was like an otherworldly Immortal.

He stood silently in the void as the cold moonlight draped over him like a silver veil,

refracting into a hazy, azure glow

and shrouding his entire being in an aura of profound mystery.

The Doctor maintained his slow, elegant posture.

He took a light sip of his coffee, then slowly lifted his foot,

and took a step forward. His stride was as light as if he were walking on water, not creating the slightest ripple.

The next moment, as if he had teleported,

he was seated securely on his chair once more.

The entire process was as smooth and fluid as moving clouds and flowing water, without a hint of hesitation or delay.

Then, the Doctor lifted his head slightly, his calm gaze falling upon Uzi.

His voice was not loud, but it was filled with an undeniable authority. "Your temper is far too impulsive.

It is because your body has been excessively modified,

causing you to gradually lose your reason. This is by no means a good sign."

"Utter nonsense!"

Uzi’s eyes flew wide with rage, and his face flushed crimson, as if he had just been viciously slapped in public.