Alexander s gaze pierced Nathan like a dagger. He could feel the weight of Alexander's disdain, knowing all too well the depth of animosity behind those eyes. Alexander detested Nathan more than Taker, for he was the puppeteer lurking in the shadows, pulling the strings of their conflicts.

“Matthew!” Nathan's voice sliced through the air, sharp and urgent, as he witnessed Alexander's furious approach.

Matthew, caught in the whirlwind of emotions swirling around him, found himself at a loss for words, the Alexander he knew was completely different. The scene unfolding before him left him reeling, struggling to make sense of the chaos. Yet, Nathan's call to attention snapped him back to reality, prompting him to intercede, positioning himself between Alexander and Nathan in a desperate attempt to defuse the brewing confrontation.

In reality, Matthew never bothered Alexander, nor was he involved with him. And frankly, he did not want to be with Taker and his gang. But Taker liked him, though he was not that good in education in normal subjects or that much in cultivation; he was born with innate bodily strength. To be frank, everyone from his family is, up to a certain level of course. Matthew was mostly interested in business, though as he tried and failed in one too many.

On the other hand, Taker admired Matthew for his ability to listen attentively without becoming a mere lackey. He valued Matthew's independent thinking and willingness to contribute to the group without blindly following orders.

Despite his aversion to conflict, Matthew harbored no ill will towards Alexander. However, this didn't mean he would shy away from defending his friend if threatened.

Standing in front of his friend Matthew activated his qi as a green aura enveloped him. Alexander frowned looking at this. He was supposed to be a xeo 1 practitioner but it seems the motherfucker broke through recently.

In the next moment Alexander stamped down hard on the ground. The ground cracked as Alexander was behind Matthew as his hand was already approaching the Nathan. More than taker Alexander wanted to teach this crater a lesson, who tried to act tough with borrowed strength.

Matthew's senses snapped to attention as a crisp sound shattered the air behind him. Whipping around, he witnessed the slap connecting with Nathan's face in a jarring display reminiscent of a cartoonish scene. The force of the blow sent Nathan hurtling through the air, his body careening across the cafeteria with alarming speed.

In the stunned aftermath, even Alexander found himself momentarily taken aback, his expression reflecting a mixture of surprise and disbelief. What in the world had just unfolded before them? It seems 3 points that he put in strength this morning were already showing their worth.

“How fucking dare you!” Matthew's voice thundered, a surge of raw fury emanating from him. Alexander felt a chill run down his spine as the air around Matthew crackled with energy, his green aura intensifying like a tempest gathering strength. For a fleeting moment, Alexander glimpsed a hint of a half green minatory lurking behind Matthew, a primal force unleashed.

With fists clenched tightly, Matthew surged forward, his every movement charged with purpose. The intensity of his gaze bore into Alexander, challenging him to stand his ground against the brewing storm of anger.

"It seemed that Alexander had truly managed to infuriate Matthew, evident by the manifestation of his family's bloodline ability despite being only at xeo 2 cultivation. But Alexander wasn’t afraid. No, far from it, he was excited.

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Matthew was one of them who had a bloodline related to strength which made him one of few who had increased strength from birth. And he could not wait to test his mettle against such a person.

As Alexander's fist collided with Matthew's, the impact resonated throughout the silent cafeteria with a crisp, echoing boom. Alexander staggered back a step, his expression registering surprise. Meanwhile, Matthew, his feet firmly planted on the hard floor, slid backward at least three steps, each movement etching deep furrows into the ground.

It seems there was another gasp of air drawn by the crowd. And Alexander liked it. Just as he thought his strength was enough to contend with a xeo 2 cultivator and judging by the ease he was sure he could even handle xeo 3 or even late xeo 3 cultivators.

On the other hand Matthew was not only shocked but also in pain. He put almost all of his strength into that punch, he was even afraid that this might break Alexander’s arm. But what meet him was a equal force, he felt like punching a hammer. As soon as the two fists connected, he felt a shock wave boomed through him before the strength behind it forced him backward.

And his hand, it was throbbing. A shockwave passed through him and even his knuckles were bit numb. When did this quiet kid get this powerful?

Xeo 1, 2 or was it 3, what level was Alexander, he did not get to finish his thought as he looked start to see a pair of shoes was enlarging in his eyes. Alexander did not waste time, this Mathew was powerful, and his bloodline was another source of headache, though not after xeo level 8, at this level this kind of boost he got from his bloodline was quite substantial. So he decided to finish him off first. Not to mention he was enjoying it thoroughly so.

Before he could get back his barring Matthew saw something that he thought was not possible. Alexander was rushing at him with a grin on his face. More than anything it boiled Matthew’s blood. Of course Alexander was a good kid and he did not want to hurt him but that did not mean he had the right to look down at him. No matter what he was far stronger then this twerp.

Matthew met face change with a wide left swing, Alexander barely ducked the attack. And that raised a primal fury in him as he burst through with a uppercut.

Just as Alexander’s furious fist was about to crash into Matthew’s jaw he stepped back. And created some distance.

Alexander also stepped back as well as they both sized each other up.

What the hell’ Matthew screamed in his mind. Though he avoided it, he could feel the raw power contained in the punch.’ He had no doubt that if that punch connected he would have a broken jaw by now.

On the other hand Alexander upon failing to connect, felt like he just punched cotton with all his strength. And he kind of felt weak already. He really needed to fight more and get attuned with this newfound power both in body and mind.

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Taker was never the one who has to face any discomfort. And why would he, he was an alpha, everyone did what he asked them to, he just had the charisma.

And why would they not listen to him, it was not as if he was doing something wrong. Even in this case, he was teaching Alexander how to be humble, being arrogant was not a good thing.

And as for not listening to him, that cannot happen. It has never happened before. And if things do get awry he just needed to show him his power, not to mention he had Nathan and Matthew with him.

But, but it all happened in a flash. One moment the poor bastard was eating in the next he felt his palm behind his neck. And then came the force a tsunami, the table was rapidly approaching his face.

He tried but he could not create a single ounce of resistance, was he losing consciousness? All his thought was cut short as his face collided with the table surface.

The pain cleared all thoughts. As the force cracked the surface and pushed him through, he was not losing consciousness, the loser, the fucking nobody was pushing him down. How, how dear he.

The pain was overwhelmed by his anger.

“Bastard, what the hell is wrong with you?” Alexander's voice thundered with frustration.

But as Taker's gaze met Alexander's, he didn't register the frustration in those eyes, nor did he hear the words uttered. Instead, all he perceived was his adversary overpowering him, holding him down, while the entire cafeteria bore witness. Yet, they weren't merely observing; they were mocking him.

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As Taker struggled to open his eyes, his head swimming with dizziness, he was confronted with his worst nightmare. There, at the center of attention, was the bastard engaging in a scuffle with Matthew. Their contrasting statures were stark against each other. Taker could discern the crowd's fascination with Alexander's power, but their attention quickly shifted, transforming into ridicule aimed squarely at him.

“No, no, no, this can't be happening. They can't laugh at me. It's unacceptable. I must do something, something to remind them of who holds the power,” the thought echoed relentlessly in Taker's mind.