My Fabulous Girl Boss

Chapter 206 It was a pre celestial fighter one whose focus was on mind attack too. A fighter like this

usually killed invisibly because he could attack one‘s mental state directly. Regular people aside, even a

pre–celestial fighter could hardly beat him.

“I never said that I‘d kill you with three punches, but it‘s true that I‘m not planning to let you go alive.”

Kayson pushed two fingers together and activated the lightning energy he had harvested at the tips of

his finger. Two rays of the power shot out immediately.

Master Chandlier was astonished. “That‘s pure lightning energy!” He countered with a palm strike,

making visible milky energy turn into billowing power that crushed Kayson‘s lightning energy. A bang

resounded so loudly that the reverberation flipped and shattered the couch and furniture around them.

Michael‘s gaze was fervent. This was the power of pre–celestial fighters. Even the lingering force of their attacks contained such power.

Wanda stared at Kayson in shock. The man Sadie hated so much was actually very skilled!

Master Chandlier smiled. “Young man, you‘re quite skilled. Too bad you‘re a tad too young.

“Your lightning energy must have just been harvested and practiced. It‘s lacking too much to fight me.”

Kayson smiled and asked calmly, “Is that so? You can keep trying then.”

Kayson gathered the same power and hurled it at Master Chandlier. The latter scoffed upon seeing that

he was relentless. With a quick jerk, he struck Kayson‘s ball of energy off.

Master Chandlier moved speedily like a flash of lightning, approaching Kayson in the blink of an eye and

striking the top of the latter‘s head with a palm.

Kayson was composed as he avoided it breezily, but he suddenly froze! He felt like the world had turned

dark, as he could not see anything anymore. It was a mind attack!

Master Chandlier smirked and sent Kayson flying with another strike. “Yes!” Harold cheered, looking

thrilled. Jules praised him as well. “Master Chandlier is really a pre–celestial fighter. He‘s extraordinarily

skilled.”

“That kid is dead! I‘ll ask Master Chandlier to keep him on the brink of death so I can torture him,

though!” Harold‘s gaze was vicious as he stared at Kayson.

Michael and Wanda were startled when they saw that Kayson had actually failed to hold up against

Master Chandlier. What should they do in that case? Kayson only stopped when he backed into the

corner of the wall. He remained calm and

unruffled, though.

Master Chandlier frowned, looking a little confused. The kid should at least be incapacitated, if not dead,

after his strike. Why did he seem like he was fine? He did not go closer to check. Instead, he launched

an air attack.

The motion felt easy to Kayson, as he countered with the force of thunder, making crackling noises while

he did.

The whole hall felt like it was crumbling.

Kayson was immensely composed as he kept attacking. It was when his lightning energy began to look

grayish that he smiled. Master Chandlier snarled when he saw that. “You‘re practicing your lightning

energy through my power!”

He was enraged. He was a pre–celestial fighter at the level of mind expansion, yet Kayson had mistaken

him for a sparring partner. “How dare you! Die!” Master Chandlier‘s arms jerked. A stream of mind power

jetted toward Kayson, attacking him. He was not actually good at fighting face to face. In terms of

physical combat, he was the least capable of the pre–celestial fighters. What Master Chandlier was good

at was direct mind attacks. A light attack would make one mentally challenged, while a serious attack

could kill the brain on the spot. No matter how good a pre–celestial fighter was, they were bound to show

a weakness when they faced his mind attack–and that would guarantee their death!

As expected, Kayson jolted before his gaze went blank. He stopped attacking, acting as though he was

immobilized.

Now was the time! A glint flashed across Master Chandlier‘s eyes. He sprang up on his feet, light as a

sparrow, and bent his fingers into claws, aiming them at Kayson‘s throat. “Kayson!” Michael cried in

alarm, not knowing why Kayson had just frozen so suddenly. “He‘s dead!” Harold cackled. “Master

Chandlier‘s hypnotized him, and he‘s at his mercy right now!”

Michael widened his eyes in rage. How despicable!

Then, a loud bang was heard.

Michael felt his heart turn cold. They would all be done for once Kayson died.

“Ugh! Why aren‘t you affected...”

Michael was surprised as he looked over dumbly and exclaimed, “Kayson, y–you‘re... fine?”

“Of course I‘m fine.” Kayson grinned. It was fortunate that he had used the extra juice from Juvena Frux

in advance, or it would have been hard to say if he‘d win. The mind attack of this pre–celestial fighter

was truly impressive. Michael and Wanda were over the moon. They had just thought that they were

screwed.

“Impossible... How did you regain consciousness...” Master Chandlier was coughing blood, and there

was a burn hole in his chest that was spurting blood. It had been created by Kayson‘s force of thunder.

Kayson replied nonchalantly, “It‘s simple. As long as my mind power is strong enough.”

“Y–You’ve practiced the same art...” Kayson shook his head. “No. I‘m just stronger than you mentally.”

Master Chandlier looked angry as he cursed. “You‘ll pay ... a heavy price for killing me!” His head lolled

to the side, and he died right after saying that. “Master Chandlier...” Jules paled as he took in everything

in disbelief. Then, Harold fell to the floor and soiled himself. Kayson glanced at them, ignoring them for

now as he went over and patted Master Chandlier. He took out two bank cards, two small porcelain vials,

and a picture.

Kayson opened the porcelain vials and took a sniff before his eyes glowed. This was good stuff! As for

the picture, he took a look and furrowed his brows slightly. It seemed to be an odd chunk of a cursing

spell. It had to be incredibly important for a pre–celestial fighter to carry it around, though. It was after

taking the loot that Kayson took the time to look at the Killicks.

Jules was pale as he braced himself, walking up to Kayson and getting down on his knees.

“I‘ve been blind. Please forgive me!” Kayson asked, “Do you know that your grandson controlled Wanda

with hypnotism?” “.... I do...” Jules dared not lie, or he might not get to keep his life. Kayson‘s gaze

turned frosty. “You can‘t be let off the hook then,” he said before he pulled out three silver needles.

Harold‘s father, Ivan Killick, begged him. “We know we made a mistake. Please have mercy. Don‘t kill my

son!”