RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 320: Our

First, our right fists slammed into each other, my attacker's fist coming with strength I believed could take down a concrete wall.

On impact, the explosive energy in my opponent's arms was nullified, our flesh hitting each other's like a casual fist bump.

My opponent was not deterred. Immediately, he launched another punch, this one more powerful than the last.

Unfortunately for him, adding more power didn't change the outcome. It still mirrored the previous clash. Determined, he released yet another hit, this one even more powerful.

Though this punch was much stronger, after absorbing the two earlier hits, I believed I had endured enough. It was time for revenge.

"Full counter," I muttered in my head.

Boom!!

Standing in the midst of two powerhouses, people I was sure could end me, since taking the humble route had flopped so far, I decided that if I was going to engage in a fight, I better make a statement while at it.

Boom!!

The blond man was strong, but against the force of his own previous hits, now combined and multiplied by a factor of three—this, a benefit of my diligent practice of Mind Breathing—he was reduced to a leaf in the wind.

One second, the arrogant blond was throwing another punch at me, and in the next, he was shooting backward through the air, destroying everything in his path. He left a long ditch as he flew, finally slamming into the wall behind him, breaking through it, and only coming to a stop after colliding with the next wall.

Dealing with the blond, I poured all my focus into my surroundings, ready to pull out my Fallen Knight if the next threat proved beyond my paygrade.

I was yet to know the full extent of the Fallen Knight, but remembering how strong Mike had been and Giggs' praise of his possible rank, I was sure he could at least fight to a draw with any of the two women.

Right from the first strike, Mongraty's speech had been brought to an end, and the attention of everyone in the room was now drawn to me and the blond.

No one screamed or moved to interfere in our exchange. All the faces around rather held interest in their eyes, and I could only feel pity for Grace, who had a terrified expression.

At the moment, the woman's eyes and mouth were wide open as she tried to understand how a punch from me had created a ditch in the floor and sent a man through a wall.

After my overwhelming victory, however, the atmosphere in the room changed.

While the eyes of Lia Caster and her children narrowed, one of the two blond women at the front shot toward me—her figure flying through the air and reaching me in seconds.

Preparing to defend, I tensed my legs and arms, ready for anything. Sucking in Psion, I released it from my head and had it rush into every corner of my body.

One of the hosts, though, grew tired of our squabble, and a heavy pressure was released throughout the room.

Bang!!

Without delay, I dropped to my knees, a weight I could not fight against saturating the space around me.

My opponent was not exempted from this same treatment. Her body, which had been airborne just a few meters from me, suddenly stalled—as if all the kinetic energy in it had been sucked out—and she fell.

The lady would have crashed to the ground, possibly forced to lie flat from the energy in the air, if it wasn't for a new energy blossoming forth and wrapping around her, enabling her to flip mid-air and land on her feet.

The current situation was this: While Lia had decided to restore order in her house, seeking to suppress both combatants, I had been immediately forced to my knees, while my opponent—who should have suffered the same was instead helped by a very beautiful woman. Her energy flowed from her like a smooth stream.

The current situation was humiliating for me, but it also brought a certain understanding—something I had missed.

While the beautiful blond MILF, the definite mother of the three blond individuals in the room, used Psion—Lia Caster used Ichor.

Lia's use of Ichor explained her overwhelming aura despite the lack of energy in the air. It also made me wary of her natural strength. I had, after all, seen what Mike and his fellow colleagues could do.

At her interference, Lia and the blond woman had a short standoff, and then Lia's eyes shifted to me.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"I was attacked. I'm the victim."

Lia went silent, her gaze moving to the destruction I had wrought in the room.

"You'll pay for the damages and..."

"Did you not hear me say I am the victim?" I cut her off.

I very much understood what was happening in the room.

As the weaker party present, Lia wanted to assign blame to me and for some reason, she expected me to keel over and obey.

"I heard you, and I don't care. I have....."

"Same way I don't care what you're saying."

Without another word, Lia blitzed from her position, appearing beside me in a blink—her right hand wrapping around my neck, my body now dangling in the air.

As she held me, a dangerous energy promising misery leaked from the woman. My normal senses, not Mind Vision, picked up on it.

'So that's why my techniques can't see it. It's operating from within the fabric of reality.'

"Do you want to die?"

"And that's where the problem lies. You think you're a threat to my life. A life you know nothing about."

"I don't care to know about your life. What I care about is that it's a bother to me."

"How so? I haven't done anything to you."

"You killed my husband."

"Rephrase that statement, Lia," a voice came from the back—a blond beauty walking to Lia's side, her head lifted so her eyes landed on mine.

"You killed our husband."