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"Ahh… this is between you and me," Sammy said, gritting his teeth. "Fighting this security guard won't be easy. I might lose. Even if I win by some small chance, I'll be too injured," he thought, hoping that Tristin would take the bait.

Max looked at Tristin, his eyes a bit wet. "Is Tristin really giving the security guard the Golf 7? I only drove it for one day." he asked himself. "No, the car belongs to Tristin, and this is not the time to be selfish." he thought.

Hearing what Sammy had said, Tristin chuckled a bit. "You're wrong; this is between me and Thomas." He looked at the scared 7 Black Phoenix members with narrowed eyes. "Let's finish this," he said in a low voice.

Mr. Masombuka gave a hum and a nod, then looked at Sammy, who was about to say something. Tristin and Mr. Masombuka both tapped their feet as their heels kissed one another, then burst out, leaving their shadows behind.

Tristin went for the 7 Black Phoenix gang, and Mr. Masombuka went for Sammy.

Tristin one-shotted each one with a hard punch on the chest, moving at the fastest speed that they couldn't defend against. Bang, bang, bang… seven loud explosions sounded, followed by a few screams that didn't last long as they lost consciousness.

Sammy saw Mr. Masombuka moving towards him at a fast speed, leaving an afterimage behind. He gritted his teeth and raised both of his hands, channeling all the qi energy in his body to his arms and crossing them together as he tried to block Mr. Masombuka's incoming punch.

Baaa, bang! As Mr. Masombuka's hard punch connected at the center of Sammy's crossed arms, the first sound was the shattering of Sammy's protective qi energy and the second was the punch connecting to his arms. Click! Both of Sammy's arms broke. "Ahhhhh," he screamed as he was sent flying and landed next to Thomas's feet.

A few screams echoed around the parking lot. Thomas looked at Sammy, who was lying and moaning in pain, then looked at the center of action and saw all members of the Black Phoenix gang either unconscious or moaning in pain as they lay on the ground.

"Wow, they both defeated the Black Phoenix with ease; see, they don't even have a single scratch on them," one student said, looking at Tristin and Mr. Masombuka.

"This is big news. There's a security guard at our school who is stronger than the Azure Dragon," one guy said, looking at Mr. Masombuka in awe.

"Forget about the security guard. Tristin might be even as strong as the security guard. Look at him, he didn't even break a sweat," one girl said, looking at Tristin, who was combing his hair with his hand.

At the balcony of the faculty blog D, Buhle received a text message containing some information.

"I see, so this security guard came here just a month ago, and he's from Sunville. Clearly, he came here to protect Tristin," Buhle said to herself as she dialed a number on her phone.

The phone rang twice before it was answered. "Buhle, do you have a report for me?" a man's voice asked without any greeting.

"Yes, father, Tristin has a bodyguard, and he's working as a security guard at one of our schools."

All the St. Ntuli schools are under the Ntuli Group that is situated in Goli, and Buhle's father, Mr. Ntuli, is the president of the Ntuli Group.

"Huh, how strong is he? Can you take him out?" Mr. Ntuli asked again on the phone.

"No, father. From what I have seen, I'm no match for him. If he teams up with Tristin, they can beat hundreds of martial artists who have opened the sixth meridian channel," Buhle said as she narrowed her eyes and looked at the parking lot.

"Tell me everything that happened there," Mr. Ntuli asked in a deep voice.

Buhle didn't leave anything behind, as she told her father about Thomas losing to Tristin yesterday and the events that just happened at the parking lot today.

"What did you say?" a shocked voice sounded from her phone.

"Tristin and Mr. Masombuka just defeated more than 30 of the Black Phoenix gang, and 13 from that group had opened the fifth meridian channel, and one, known as the Azure Dragon, had opened the sixth channel. The rest had opened at least the third channel and the fourth channel," Buhle repeated her report.

"Are you telling me that the two of them did that to a big gang? The gang controlled by Megan's uncle Raymond was defeated by just the two of them?" Mr. Ntuli asked again, his voice a bit lower this time.

"Yes, father, that's what happened," Buhle said, her voice still calm.

"This is actually not a problem. Since this Mr. Masombuka has angered the Black Phoenix gang, I'm sure Raymond and the Ngobeni family will take serious measures after this embarrassing defeat," Mr. Ntuli said, his voice still deep.

"Are you saying we don't have to take him out? The Ngobeni family and Megan's uncle will take care of him?" Buhle asked, trying to understand her father.

"As far as I know…" Mr. Ntuli cleared his throat before he said, "Raymond had opened all eight meridian channels, and that was four years ago. I'm sure he will take care of that security guard. But make sure that Tristin doesn't get taken out in the process. Remember, we need him alive for the time being," Mr. Ntuli instructed with a firm voice.

"I understand, father. We will remove Mr. Masombuka from Tristin by using Raymond and the Ngobeni family," Buhle said, her eyes still fixed on the parking lot.

"Yes, for the sake of the family," Mr. Ntuli said.

"For the sake of the family," Buhle repeated, then hung up the phone. "For now, I'll wait and see how the Ngobeni family and Raymond will react to this," she said to herself.

Back at the parking lot, Tristin was strolling towards Sammy, who had broken arms, and Thomas, who was standing just next to Sammy, moaning in pain.

Thomas subconsciously took a few steps back but tripped and fell on top of Sipho, who was lying behind Thomas after being slapped by Tristin a few times. Thomas tried to balance himself with his hand but accidentally slapped Sipho's disfigured mouth, causing Sipho to scream in pain.

Seeing this scene, the onlookers burst out in laughter. Tristin ignored them but smiled a bit as he stood in front of Sammy.

"Now this is bad," Tristin said as he shook his head while looking at Sammy, who was lying down on his back. "I said I would break all four of your limbs, but since Mr. Masombuka had broken your arms, I guess I'll have to settle for the legs and shoulders," he said, looking down at Sammy.

"Tristin, don't… don't do this. Your beef is with Thomas, not me. My arms are already broken. Isn't that enough?" Sammy pleaded, his voice breaking.

Tristin chuckled a bit. "Where's the arrogance of the Azure Dragon? When you were sitting on my car, you had a majestic glow. Look at you now, looking like a little azure snake."

As they heard the mention of the azure snake and thought about how Sammy was when he sat on top of Tristin's car, the crowd laughed out loud.

"Tristin, take my AMG. Please don't break my legs. How will I make money for my family if I'm sitting in a wheelchair?" Sammy pleaded yet again. "If I lose both of my legs and arms, plus the boss will punish me for ruining the reputation of the gang, I'll die without a place for burial," he thought as tears began to fill his eyes.

"You still think about making dirty money right now? If I were the one lying on the ground, would you have shown me mercy or crippled me and then take my car in the process?" Tristin asked, his eyes narrowed and fixed on Sammy.

Sammy looked sideways as he mumbled, "Ah, ah…" I've been in his position before, and we've never shown anyone mercy before. Is this what they call karma?" he wondered, trying to come up with a response.

"I've never heard of a Black Phoenix showing mercy to anyone. If you are weak, they will destroy you and your family if need be," one student said, looking at Sammy, who was begging for mercy.

"My uncle had to close his shop after the Black Phoenix came and asked for 50% of his monthly profit money, saying it's a protection fee. Think about it; my uncle had to pay four of his employees and rent each month," one girl said, folding her arms.

"I know. If you don't pay that 50%, they will send some of their unknown members to destroy your shop. They create the problem, and they also want to be the solution. They deserve to be punished," another girl snorted.

Tristin ignored the comments. "Well, a promise is a promise, right?" he said as he stepped on Sammy's knee hard. Click! The sound of a breaking knee was followed by a loud howl of a man. "Ahhhhh!"

Seeing this, the crowd became quiet, all eyes on Tristin, their minds thinking, "So vicious, no mercy." Some even felt as if their own knees were broken.

"Don't go too far, Tristin; the boss is one of the five strongest martial artists in Bongsburg. He's part of the Phantom Five," Sammy warned, wincing at the pain in his left knee.

"Has Raymond, who is known as the King of Mythical Beasts, entered the Phantom Five?" one guy asked, his eyes wide open.

"You don't follow the martial arts news? Raymond defeated Jing Lee, the Flying Tiger, and took his spot on the Phantom Five two years ago. The news was all over social media and everywhere," another guy said.

"Oh shit, Tristin is a dead man. It's only a matter of time now. Raymond won't sit still after what Tristin and the security guard did to the Black Phoenix gang," one guy said, looking at Tristin with pity.

Tristin ignored their ramble as he moved to Sammy's right leg. "And what does that have to do with me?" "Click!" The right knee broke as Tristin stepped on it hard.

Sammy gritted his teeth as he felt the pain in his right knee. "You are dead, the boss won't let you go. You, the security guard, and your grandma are all dead," he shouted, looking at Tristin with teary eyes.

Tristin felt his body steaming as he narrowed his eyes and looked at Sammy. "What did you just say?" he asked, his voice cold. He clenched his hands into fists, nails digging into his palms.

"You, your grandma…" Before Sammy could finish, Tristin stomped on Sammy's chest hard.

"Tristin, don't kill him!" Mr. Masombuka shouted, but his voice was too late as the loud noise rang across the parking lot.

Bang! Sammy passed out as Tristin's foot broke his ribs and damaged a few of his internal organs.

Everyone stood still as the air became cold. Dark clouds gathered around at a fast speed. Tristin's hair stood up a bit. He looked at Sammy, who was unconscious. "Involving my grandma in my business is the same as seeking death," he said, his eyes narrowed.

"Is he dead?" the onlookers wondered as they saw Sammy's lifeless body on the ground.

As they wondered, Sammy coughed up a mouthful of blood that covered his entire face.

"He's alive!" someone screamed, but the temperature continued to drop as Tristin's body became hot.

"Young master, what is going on with you?" Mr. Masombuka asked himself as he saw Tristin sweating and frowning a bit. "What is that energy around you?" he asked himself as he narrowed his eyes.

"Get out of here; the show is over," Mr. Masombuka shouted to the students who were stunned by what Tristin had just done.

The students woke up and saw the security guard chasing them out of the parking lot.

"I said get the hell out of here!" he repeated, stomping his feet on the ground.

The students scattered without wasting any time. Lerato and Max stayed behind. As the students ran to their cars in fear of angering the now strongest security guard, Tristin fell to his knee.

Thomas was about to run away when Mr. Masombuka called out. "Thomas, take your friends with you before I break your legs," he said, his eyes fixed on Thomas.

Knowing that he was no match for Mr. Masombuka, Thomas didn't waste time and asked his friends to take the Black Phoenix gang with them.

As Thomas and his friends helped the Black Phoenix gang, Tristin fell to his other knee and banged his head on the pavement.

A few students saw this, including Thomas. "He did this when he was fighting with me. I thought he was acting. What's with this guy?" he asked himself as he dragged Sammy to his car.

Lerato also saw Tristin, who was sweating heavily. "What is wrong with you, Tristin?" she asked herself, her hands clenched together like she was praying.

Max also wondered as he looked at Tristin. "It's like when Thomas posted Tristin's background on the school page, but today it's even worse. So he really wasn't bothered by the post; it was something else. But what is happening to him?" he asked himself.

At the balcony of the faculty building, Buhle narrowed her eyes and looked at Tristin. "No way, it can't be. Is he really…" she murmured as she clenched her hands on the stainless steel balustrade and looked at the energy that was fluctuating around Tristin.