"Earth-type defense skills: Earth Wall!"


    Wilbur let out a cry of fury, summoning an Earth Wall in his defense. The sword aura exploded around where Wilbur was on the bridge. The bridge crumbled, falling downwards in the form of countless pieces.


    Just then, Toshen soared downward from mid-air in a beeline toward Wilbur with his samurai sword pointed outward. Wilbur scrambled to raise the thunder cleaver in defense, blocking Toshen''s attack.


    "You bastard, why do you have the aura of the power of destruction if you refused to join Greensource Corp? You liar! To hell with you!"


    A shing sword aura cut across Wilbur''s face as Toshen leaped a dozen meters away, turning into a ray of white light as he shot over once more.


    The ground cracked as Toshen zipped past. Just then, Wilbur''s pupils werepletely ck as he said, "Since you insist on wanting to die, I''ll grant you that wish!"


    Wilbur raised the thunder cleaver, swinging it outwards at the same time Toshen attacked. A ck sword aura pierced through the white light, and it disappeared as Toshen stood staring at Wilbur in shock and disbelief. "You..."


    Before he could finish speaking, a thump sounded through the air as Toshen exploded into a million pieces. At the same time, the ck color in Wilbur''s eyes faded, and he looked down to see wisps of ck miasma dissipating off the gloves.


    Wilbur furrowed his brows as if he had discovered something.


    Grote got out of the car, running over to Wilbur. "Are you alright, Mister Penn? That sword aura was something else..."


    "I''m fine. Let''s get in the car."


    "Mister Penn, you..."


    Before Grote could finish speaking, Wilbur had stepped on the elerator and the car shot forward. The needle on the speedometer jumped rapidly, reaching a speed of two hundred kilometers per hour soon after.


    The car eventually reached the part of the bridge that was broken. Under Grote''s shocked gaze, it soared into the air, hovering as the wheels continued to turn and bring it forward across the broken bridge to the other side.


    Wilbur did not slow down, stepping on the gas even harder as he charged out.


    Over at the airport, Grote shook hands with Wilbur gratefully. "Thank you, Mister Penn. I''d be dead if you hadn''t given me a ride. I''ll be sure to repay your kindness in the future if I get the chance."


    "That''s alright. Get inside or you''ll miss your flight."


    "Alright. Goodbye, Mister Penn."


    After sending Grote off, Wilbur drove home alone. He returned to the attic, locking the door from inside and looking down at the white leather gloves on his hands.


    He took a few deep breaths to calm down. The next second, a white ball of light appeared in the palm of his left hand and a ball of ck miasma appeared in his right palm.


    The power of light!