Chapter - 3136

Francine exclaimed, “You have no clue how formidable they are. They once served the president, being the elite within the palace, and have repelled countless invasions by powerful warriors. Looking across the vast expanse of Eurasia, apart from the Great Marshal, I reckon no one else could match them. Those inspection police officers simply can't compare. You might be able to handle the officers, but dealing with them is a different matter. You're going to die."

However, Zeke pulled her behind him, stating, "This is a matter between us men; you should stay out of it."

You!

Francine was truly exasperated. How could this man lack even a shred of self-awareness? Does he consider himself the Great Marshal, invincible and undefeated in every battle?

Suddenly, Druno and Drados accelerated, charging toward Zeke.

Zeke remained motionless, his face adorned with a gentle smile.

Feeling the wind brought by the mad dash of Druno and Drados, Francine closed her eyes in despair. With this speed and momentum, they could literally tear a person apart.

Nevertheless, the moment they charged toward Zeke, he let out a roar of fury. This was no ordinary roar but one laced with deep and powerful energy.

"Kneel!"

Energy, the natural adversary of negative energy, neutralized the negative energy within Druno and Drados in an instant. The overwhelming force made them struggle to stand.

Thud!

With a dull thud, the two men knelt on the ground, even scraping their knees in the process.

Darn, what's going on!

Fergus' eyes nearly popped out of his head.

These two individuals, back in the day, were indeed the cream of the crop among the palace's elite, hailed as the foremost under the Great Marshal during their prime.

Even though they were retired now, their strength was not to be underestimated. They would easily rank among the top ten in Eurasia.

But now, facing Zeke, they couldn't even withstand a single move...

To be more precise, they were forced to kneel before even making contact with him.

This is really freaking unbelievable!

Equally shocked was Francine.

Her mouth hung open, her gaze fixed on Zeke for an extended moment.

She unexpectedly felt an unprecedented sense of security from Zeke. She couldn't recall the last time she had experienced this feeling, and an unusual emotion suddenly surged within her.

An unusual emotion suddenly welled up in her heart.

Zeke looked at his defeated opponents with a smile, "You two are too polite. Would you prefer that I handle things, or would you rather take care of it yourselves?"

The two were utterly shocked, their eyes filled with fear as they looked at Zeke, "W-Who are you..."

They could detect an immensely potent energy radiating from Zeke, at least on the level of Celestial Class. In the present era of Eurasia, individuals with such power were exceedingly rare, so scarce that they could be counted on one hand.

Suddenly, their thoughts raced to a single figure: the "Great Marshal."

Could this enigmatic figure before them possibly be none other than the Great Marshal?

Their voices quavered with both reverence and fear, "Y-You are..."

Zeke wasted no time, preventing them from disclosing his identity. Swiftly, he harnessed yet another surge of energy, incapacitating them on the spot.

He still harbored intentions of employing Fergus as bait to snare a more substantial catch. Disclosing his genuine identity would undoubtedly strike terror into Fergus' heart.

Zeke's gaze shifted back to Fergus, who now cowered in terror and made an attempt to flee.

In an instant, Zeke teleported, obstructing Fergus's path. Sporting a malevolent grin, he taunted, "Do you believe you can depart without my consent?"

"W-What are you planning to do?" Fergus stuttered, retreating hesitantly, his countenance etched with dread. "I'm warning you, I... I am the eldest scion of the Whittaker family, its present head. If you dare to harm even one strand of my hair, the entire Whittaker family will rally to avenge me. While I concede your might, can a solitary individual truly withstand a potent lineage with a century-long heritage? Do not dare to trifle with me..."

"Really?" Zeke sneered, launching a swift, forceful kick that made direct contact with Fergus' knee.

Crack!

With a resounding crack, Fergus' knee shattered audibly, forcing him to kneel abruptly on the unforgiving ground.

Bone fragments punctured through torn flesh, an unsettling and grisly spectacle. Fergus' anguished screams reverberated throughout the room, a chilling symphony of pain and suffering.

Zeke's voice carried an icy edge as he stated, What I hate the most is the act of being threatened by others."