Chapter 95: You didn’t say you were going to finish us off

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Chapter 95 of "Return of the Youngest Son with SSS-Rank Talent" commences with: Chapter 95: You didn’t say you were going to finish us off With heavy rain falling... Don’t miss the next part!

Chapter 95: You didn’t say you were going to finish us off With heavy rain falling all over Kiran Mountain, and the massive movement of wild beasts that were destroying everything in their path. In the city, the situation was critical due to the explosions and lack of preparation; chaos prevailed throughout the area. There was no organization, only death, of all kinds, whether of beasts or people. The elderly members of the Clan were doing everything they could to stabilize the situation, but it was almost impossible. The number of beasts was too great, and they were being attacked from various points by enemies who had infiltrated the city. In addition, the members of the great families had already begun their attack. Killing as many members of the Medici Clan as possible. As they were at their most vulnerable, the slaughter was intense. As the seconds passed, the corpses began to pile up, and the streets began to fill with organs and blood. The Great Spring Tournament, which had begun as a festival, had turned into a slaughterhouse. Through the streets filled with blood and dead bodies, Michel Abraham walked calmly, sword in hand. There was a trace of excitement on his face as he looked around. Blood, rain, and chaos. It was as if the boredom he had been feeling had disappeared. This was what excited him. However, he couldn’t help feeling that something was missing. Since all this had erupted, he had not seen Kael at any time. The elder of the family who had come with him had ordered him to kill Kael, because he was a great danger and had many traits of those on the demonic path. "I have to find him quickly and fight him. I want to experience firsthand what it’s like to fight him to the death." A hollow smile spread across Michel’s lips as he made his way down the street filled with the smell of blood, the screams from all around him reaching his ears like a symphony. In the distance, he saw a group of knights in black armor with red accents, fighting against lightning boars. Without thinking twice, his body was enveloped in a black aura, and he lunged toward them, transforming into a black dragon in the process. Not long after, the knights’ bloodcurdling screams were heard, before only the sound of rain and the growling of wild beasts could be heard. ... The three-eyed black crows flew across the overcast sky, their wings drenched by the torrential rain that lashed the city. As they circled, they croaked insistently, emitting guttural sounds that were not mere caws: they were commands. Below, between the flooded streets and slippery rooftops, the silver wolves moved with unsettling precision, obeying every command issued from above. They seemed to understand each other without words, as if they shared an ancient and dark bond. It was a vision as terrifying as it was fascinating: two completely different species acting in perfect synchrony, like pieces of a silent and lethal machine. The elderly intern Colson, seeing the state of the Medici territory that was about to be destroyed, his expression darkened completely. He was completely unsure how to handle this situation. They had already suffered too many casualties, which were still increasing in number. Colson’s face turned sharply as he sensed a presence approaching at great speed. Without hesitation, he channeled his mana essence into his dantian, transforming it into an aura that exploded around him. It was a bright jade green, tinged with red hues like veins of blood. "Why so alert, Colson?" echoed an elderly voice, laden with mockery and amusement. "Has the imminent destruction of your clan made you paranoid?" Colson did not respond immediately. He stood motionless, analyzing the figure before him with icy eyes. When he spoke, his voice was so cold that it seemed to freeze the air. "Milson... So you, too, are among the rats plotting against the Medici Clan." The elder of the Abraham family smiled calmly, shaking his head. "I have nothing to do with planning this downfall. Judging by what has happened, this has been orchestrated for months, perhaps years. Whoever is behind this... must hate them with a sickening passion." Milson paused, and as he spoke, a dense purple aura began to emanate from his body, rippling like a mist. "I’m just here to seize the opportunity... and finish you arrogant bastards off." "Hahahaha!" A cold laugh escaped Colson’s lips. His eyes, as red as rubies, grew even colder, like coals buried under ice. "Do you believe that the Medici Clan can be eliminated so easily?" No sooner had he finished speaking than his figure vanished. He disappeared from view in the blink of an eye. Milson reacted purely on instinct, spinning around as he unleashed a burst of purple aura in a devastating attack toward his back. However, he only struck empty air. A gust of wind enveloped him, laden with the metallic scent of blood. He looked up just in time to see Colson’s fist descending from the sky like a meteorite, enveloped in emerald flames and traces of a crimson aura. He barely managed to move, dodging by inches, but even so, the impact grazed him. His cheek was completely pierced, his teeth flying in a bloody arc. The pain shook his skull like a broken bell, but he didn’t stop. With a roar, he launched an upward kick, his leg covered in bulging veins, the air distorting around him. But again, he hit nothing. Colson had vanished before the attack was complete. The difference in speed was abysmal. Milson took three steps back, narrowly avoiding a flurry of blows that would have shattered his organs. The pressure was crushing. Colson’s every movement seemed to split the air itself. Then Colson lunged forward again. His fist came down with brutal force, striking the ground with a shockwave that tore the earth into a crater. The thunderous roar shook the entire city. Buildings trembled, windows shattered, and the sky lit up with a silver flash that perfectly coordinated with the attack. This was not a simple fight. It was a confrontation between two elders from prominent families. Colson, with a cold expression, pulled his fist from the ground as the rain continued to fall. "You didn’t say you were going to finish us off... Milson."

Chapter 95: You didn’t say you were going to finish us off

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