The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1880: Not Impressed

Aksa couldn't believe the predicament he found himself in.

He glared at the security guard first, fury sparking in his eyes. "You dare plot against me?!"

"Arghh..." The security guard dropped to one knee, clutching his throbbing head.

The waiter rushed over beside him to inspect. He examined the security guard’s face, tapping one cheek as if he were a physician, then gasped. "Oh, no!" he cried, though it sounded half-hearted, lacking any real effort to sell the performance. "I think the slap damaged his brain!

"I don’t think he can hear us," he said, cradling the security guard’s face. "Hang in there!"

Aksa’s eyes twitched at the ridiculous display.

The waiter had merely tapped the security guard’s face, yet somehow declared the brain bruised.

It was pure theater, nothing more.

"What are you waiting for?!" He bellowed at his two companions. "Beat him up!"

Though the situation had spiraled far beyond reason—unjustified from the beginning—the two men had no choice but to obey. Years of effort had gotten them close to Aksa and into his circle; they refused to let this moment destroy it all.

They shrugged off their blazers and lunged forward.

One fumed with rage, the other stayed impassive.

Yet their approach was precise and seamless. Disciplined. Obviously, they were no average thugs.

Years of relentless training had honed their techniques—eliminating any weak tendencies. Still, their guts warned them not to underestimate Rex. For all his bravado, he had real power backing it.

A precise punch aimed directly at Rex’s face.

Casually, he tilted back to evade—only for the attacker to grin, revealing the feint. He twisted his body into a spinning elbow strike to surprise Rex. At that instant, Rex’s sole option was to lift his arm in defense.

Assuming he reacted in time, of course.

But Rex ignored that.

Instead, he smashed his forehead into the elbow before it built deadly force.

Now his back was wide open, and the man sensed he was in dire straits.

Not that he noticed first.

The other attacker, with spiky silver hair gleaming under the lights, vaulted ahead and slammed his foot forward savagely. Technique forgotten, pure speed drove him. He needed to hit Rex before Rex could exploit the exposed fighter.

That urgency gave Rex mere heartbeats to react.

He figured Rex would only brace his arms to defend—and he misjudged.

Rex’s powerful frame seemed stiff, yet his motion flowed like a dancer’s.

In a flash, he pivoted, crouched low, and balanced on one leg as the kick sailed over his head. Then he whirled, slamming his foot’s sole into the silver-haired man’s face with a perfect spinning back kick from an unbelievable position.

Shock flashed across the silver-haired man’s features as the kick sent him flying aside.

Without pause, Rex whipped his right arm around, delivering a brutal slap to the exposed fighter.

Gasps filled the room at the spectacle.

Handling two elite fighters far beyond normal skill was impressive enough; doing it effortlessly was staggering. No one there felt confident beating even one, yet Rex dismantled them without flaw.

But the fight wasn’t finished.

Like feral beasts, the pair surged back with a storm of blows.

They’d wordlessly synced up, covering each other’s assaults.

Rex was cornered in a savage two-against-one barrage; foes hammering in endless assaults. They hit at legs, head, torso, even groin. Each counter met instant backup. No angle escaped. Every gap was bait. Nothing was safe.

Every instant choice carried dangers.

It highlighted the classic struggle: facing two dwarfs any one-on-one fight.

Especially since, despite suppressed energy use, they moved at blistering speeds.

Yet after mere seconds and countless clashes, neither landed a hit.

Rex deflected, evaded, and countered even the trickiest strikes.

Quickly, they saw Rex’s reflexes were freakishly sharp, handling surefire attacks with ease. Plus, his instincts felt like a rearward extra sense.

For them, bad luck—Rex had already dissected their patterns swiftly.

Rex sidestepped a punch from the furious man, gaze steady as the foe gritted his teeth.

At the perfect instant, he lifted his lead leg to evade the silver-haired man’s leg sweep.

All analyzed in a blink, and he countered just as fast.

Rex gripped the furious man’s arm tightly. The man raised his other hand, bracing for an incoming right hook. Instead, Rex slammed his forehead straight into the man’s face, shattering his nose while blood gushed out. Precisely then, the silver-haired man exploded upward from the floor, his uppercut already flying.

His attention narrowed too sharply once more. He completely missed the knee that drove forward and smashed into his inner thigh.

This obliterated his upward drive.

He braced for a fist, yet Rex swept a leg behind him and shoved hard, sending him crashing down.

As he toppled backward, he shouted, "Shit!"

Toppling back by itself posed no threat. However, it shattered their coordination, flipping the two-on-one assault into a brief solo clash. Rex facing the enraged man alone. And if both together failed against Rex, one alone guaranteed total loss.

Bam—!

Blood erupted in all directions as Rex’s fist crashed into the man’s face.

He tried to pull away, but Rex’s iron hold on his arm held him pinned at a distance.

The moment he twisted around, the grasp slackened.

But then two hands seized his head and yanked it down onto a thrusting knee. His nose crumpled flat, vision turning hazy. A devastating roundhouse kick then smashed his side, snapping ribs and ending him completely.

"Damn you!" the silver-haired man bellowed and lunged forward.

As his foot stepped out, Rex hooked his leg back before it landed, tripping him down.

On perfect timing, an elbow smashed his lower jaw, cracking it and rendering him out cold instantly.

With the final man downed, Rex spotted a hazel blur darting past. Instinctively, his hand lashed out, snatching the figure’s arm and yanking her back. "Lilliana," His tone stayed low and steady. He lifted his index finger right before her eyes. "We had an agreement about restraint, didn’t we?"

"But you’re attacking them!" She protested with impatience. "Why can’t I attack him?"

"Because I’m the Alpha, and I can do whatever I want, while you..." He lightly tapped her nose, prompting a glare of objection from her. "You can’t."

He faced Bellana, "Can you watch over her, please? Don’t let her come here."

"Ah, I can!" She bounced over and clutched Lilliana’s arm. "Come on. Let your friend finish this."

Rex shifted his focus back to Aksa.

"Well," He opened his arms slightly. "What are you waiting for? Aren’t you going to attack me?"

"Do you have any idea who my father is?!" He bellowed, though his voice came out more desperate and pitiful than intended. His facade of composure shattered. "He’s personally close—to the High Lord. Just one word from his mouth, and your pathetic life is over. Do you want that?!"

Rather than responding to Aksa, Rex glanced at the security guard.

He held up two fingers, signaling just two minutes remained.

Before Aksa could speak again, Rex blurred across the space between them. He clamped his crushing hand onto the spoiled youth’s face and slammed him against the wall. Aksa’s back collided harshly, leaving him trapped with no escape.

Rex drove a punch into his torso; the impact boomed deeply, causing onlookers to wince.

He followed with a sharp crack across Aksa’s jaw. Teeth scattered over the carpet. Rex eyed his knuckles—stunned yet pleased at the raw damage, then remembered the suppression. No energy whatsoever allowed in this dimensional space.

That covered the energy within Aksa too, plus any gear on him.

In sheer physical combat, Rex always dominated.

Rex pressed relentlessly. He seized Aksa’s collar—yanked him forward then hammered another blow into the gut. Aksa doubled over in agony, and Rex gripped his head once more, smashing it into the wall and holding it pinned.

"My father will cripple you..." He muttered feebly, clinging to his threats.

"I can cripple you right now," Rex grinned wickedly as he leaned closer. "And I can also make you stay that way."

Aksa gulped hard at the menace.

Though he questioned if Rex truly could, he refused to test it.

"What is going on here?"

Rex turned toward the staircase, spotting a man there. He appeared unremarkable in a simple white shirt and pants, yet his stare held power. And from how Aksa’s eyes brightened, it was obvious this man held real weight.

"You’re fucked now," Aksa cackled wildly. "He worked directly for the High Lord."

Faced with this persistent arrogance, Rex released him, and Aksa scrambled straight to the man.

"Sir Liebert," Aksa clung to the man’s leg, then jabbed a finger at Rex. "He attacked me and my friends unprovoked. Help me bring justice—and my father will surely reward you. I want him to pay the price for this.

"Also, bring him in, too," He glared venomously at the security guard. "He’s an accomplice."

The security guard and the waiter both let out heavy sighs.

Right from the beginning, they understood that opposing Aksa would bring them serious trouble, so they were fully prepared.

Aksa had ignited this entire chaos.

Aaran and the rest averted their gazes. A subtle wave of relief swept through most of the crowd for dodging the conflict. Standing against Aksa was a battle doomed to fail. They had intentionally kept their distance, well aware of the dire consequences for any fool daring to block his path.

'Just a muscle-head,' Aaran thought, shaking his head. 'And you held someone like that in higher regard than me?'

He harbored genuine affection for Lilliana.

Regrettably, she was linked to a man incapable of yielding when the situation demanded it.

Yet Bellana viewed things otherwise.

'Something feels off,' the realization weighed heavily in her chest. Then it struck her. 'Why does Sir Liebert's stare remain locked on Rex? Aksa keeps talking to him, begging and ordering, but his eyes don't shift. He's completely dismissing Aksa. Precisely as Rex had done.'

"Sir Rex?" Liebert echoed. "I asked what happened here?"

"Eh...?" Aksa stiffened in shock.

Confusion filled him as he lifted his gaze to Liebert, baffled by the blatant disregard.

"Is it because the High Lord is new? I don't see any respect for him in his own city," Rex remarked, nodding his chin toward Aksa. "I thought I was supposed to be a representation of him, but somehow, my women are being harassed."

Liebert's fists tightened hard.

"And how do you want to resolve this?" he pressed once more, barely containing his fury.

"I've already dealt with it," Rex scoffed. "You arrived too late, or perhaps only now after observing my fight. Regardless, I've handled the matter. Just realize that representing the High Lord brings no pride. I'm truly unimpressed."

That statement shattered Liebert's calm facade.

Blazing fury erupted as he whirled toward Aksa.

No one had foreseen this turn, leaving the High Lord's reputation stained.

Aksa alone carried the blame.