Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 228: Not Two Questions

Asher and the tester converged at the center of the blood-splattered floor, and the brutal fight began.

The tester was the first to lash out, hurling a vicious punch toward Asher’s face. But Asher dodged with ease and retaliated instantly, his fist hammering into the man’s face with enough force to send two of his teeth flying.

Yet unbelievably, the man hardly seemed to register the pain. He didn’t even stagger. If anything, he let out a guttural snarl, looking very much deranged as he lunged again.

Asher met him head-on, this time driving his fist straight into his gut. A dull, heavy sound echoed through the warehouse as the impact lifted the man off his feet and sent him crashing backward.

He rolled across the floor, dust and blood mingling in the air. And then like a predictable zombie, he got up to his feet

Again.

Unlike Asher who had trained all through his life, the tester had no form, nor discipline. There was no skill behind his movements, just the reckless aggression of a man high on power. He fought like a wild animal — all instinct, and no technique.

And Asher exploited it.

Each time the tester charged, Asher would countered it and let his fists meet his flesh with punishing accuracy : A strike to the ribs. A hit to the side of his head. A crushing blow to his collarbone.

how hard Asher hit him, the fool kept coming back. And finally, his unrelenting aggression paid off. The tester managed

was getting rustic. He exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders. Then he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

He beat him up as if he was an unruly child. Not that an unruly child could

they fed this man gave him near-werewolf strength and speed.Unfortunately, If this drug were to spread

Asher found that out next. The tester threw a punch, but there was no strength behind it. Asher barely had to move

by growing confusion and pain. His breathing became

in agony and he doubled over, screaming as his body crashed from the drug’s effects. Asher snorted as he realized

The fool had been too high to realize that he

endured the beating, but now that the Ignis had worn off, his nerves had caught up to the

scrabbling at the floor, his breath coming in sharp, broken gasps.

with fear especially when he saw the dark smile

Asher murmured, his voice mockingly

him by the neck and hauled him upright. The man groaned, his hands weakly gripping Asher’s wrist,

his cheekbone cracked, not even when

were battered beyond recognition. Asher let go, watching as the tester slumped against

doubt he’d suffer a drawn-out agony from internal bleeding and organ damage, assuming he even clung to life for more

die a painful death, Asher thought, stepping over the fool and leaving him to