Victor Drake wasn’t exactly a heavyweight in the Drake family. As a Seventh‑Level Inner Energy martial artist, he was decent, sure—but nothing extraordinary. Still, he thought he could handle things. He thought wrong.
It all happened in a blink. One moment he was standing there, and the next—he was gone.
Kael Draven’s palm came down once. Sharp, decisive. Like a bolt of lightning. Victor Drake went airborne, flung like a kite cut loose, then crashed to the ground with a sickening thud. If Kael Draven hadn’t held back… that one blow would’ve ended him for good.
“You’re asking for death.”
Marcus Drake didn’t hesitate. No second thought—he lunged forward like an arrow and unleashed his Thousand Days Palm. Fury in every motion. But before his palm could land, Kael Draven was already there.
