Bashir took a few steps back and sneered after breaking Adrian's leg. "Still able to stand up, you little brat? I do have to hand it to you for lasting this long against an immortal. Still, this is your limit. Is everyone in Wyvern Peak and Novemton capable of only this much?"

Seeing Bashir laughing away, Zero frowned and coldly said, "That b*stard would've been blown to smithereens by Novemton’s bombshells if War Legate Draco hadn't given us orders otherwise."

In truth, Crystal had ordered for the most powerful weapons in Novemton's headquarters to be locked onto Bashir. All it took was for Adrian to give them the order, and Bashir would be blown to bits.

Yet, he said nothing about this. This was the last time he was enduring a blow for Novemton so that he could awaken the fighting spirits inside all Novemtoners. More importantly, he wanted to ignite Jerome and Remy's hearts.

'This is my only shot at getting this right!'

Under everyone's gaze, Adrian, whose one leg was now brok