Chapter 2309
Ezekiel was unstoppable inside the Martial Tower. By this point, he had already stormed straight to the 30th floor. Along the way, three groups had tried to block his path, but without exception, all had been defeated.
However, Ezekiel showed restraint in his attacks and did not kill anyone. The reason was simple: he did not bother wasting effort on these insignificant military soldiers. If he were going to kill anyone, it would at least be someone like Kyrie from the great families.
If Andrew showed up, that would be even better.
A faint smile played on his face, though his eyes remained cold as steel. “Mr. Beckett, this is as far as you’ll ever reach!”
On the 35th floor, Kyrie sat with commanding presence, clad in battle armor. His eyes burned with a fierce fighting spirit. “Either you wisely retreat on your own, or we settle this once and for all!”
Ezekiel stepped forward slowly, his smile growing wider with each step. Finally, he stopped five meters in front of Kyrie, placing one hand behind his back and one in front.
He declared arrogantly, “Kyrie, please begin. To deal with you, I’ll only use one hand. But let me be clear upfront. I really can’t stand you. So even though I’m only using one hand, I might just kill you outright!”
Ezekiel shouted the last three words so loudly that Kyrie felt his mind buzz.
Ezekiel’s body had already lunged forward like a bulldozer, reaching his face in an instant. His single hand formed a strange gesture as it struck directly at Kyrie’s chest.
The scene shifted to show their battle displayed on the large screen in the military command center. Philip was monitoring every movement inside the Martial Tower in real time.
“General, based on Ezekiel’s techniques so far, he is at least an advanced–level martial saint,” the technical analyst reported with a grave expression.
Philip remained silent, simply watching the large screen where Kyrie and Ezekiel had begun their deadly combat.
The Harding family’s martial arts emphasized deception and variation, focusing on vicious and cunning techniques.
Meanwhile, Ezekiel’s speed and striking angles were equally unexpected and remarkably surprising.
As a result, the two martial artists were evenly matched, making it impossible to predict the outcome in the short term.
Luna remarked in her ice–cold voice, “Ezekiel is using the most common combat techniques from Sorya’s military. There are only subtle variations in his palm work… It’s most likely Waylon’s The Dragon’s Cyclone."
Philip nodded with a faint smile. “Exactly. He condensed Waylon’s signature move into his hand, turning the ocean into a stream, seamless and natural, yet carrying the force of thunder. Truly a martial prodigy.”
Luna frowned. “But Kyrie isn’t some pushover. If Ezekiel sticks to using only one hand, the fight could still go either way.”
However, Philip replied calmly, “There’s nothing uncertain about it. Kyrie’s defeat was sealed the moment he stepped into the ring. Sergio sent his grandson into battle so easily… It’s the Harding family’s classic play of ‘I don’t care if I lose, because no one can shame me anyway.’"
A smirk crossed his face. “It fits their style perfectly.”
Luna asked, “Then if Kyrie falls, who’s up next?”
Philip chuckled. “Whoever is next goes next. The Holtrien military is massive, filled with people. Ezekiel can’t be allowed to run wild.”
Luna nodded. “Fine, then I’ll prepare. But if I lose here, the only option left will be to send Conrad.”
Philip snorted. “Don’t bother waiting on him. Conrad isn’t coming.”
Luna was stunned. “Why not? At such a crucial time, how can the Cunningham family just stand by?”
Philip’s tone was flat. “The Harding family has no shame, and losing means nothing to them. The Cunningham family, though… That’s a very different story."