Villain of Fate: The Tyrant System

Chapter 250: A Promise Carved in Stone

A Promise Carved in Stone

So Steffan walked towards Julian with a murderous aura, clenching his fists, and spoke coldly.

"Isn’t it time to settle the score between you and my Obsidian Wing organization today?"

The moment those words fell, the atmosphere inside the Tyson Family’s reception hall became suffocating.

The temperature seemed to drop several degrees.

The pressure radiating from Steffan’s body spread like an invisible tide.

Several Silver Realm martial artists immediately felt their breathing become heavier.

Even some family elders unconsciously stepped backward.

A mid-Gold Realm expert.

Such a person was enough to dominate an entire region.

His mere presence was intimidating.

Steffan’s sharp eyes remained fixed on Julian.

His killing intent wasn’t concealed in the slightest.

Lucas had failed.

Evan had failed.

Several plans had collapsed because of this seemingly harmless young man.

Today, he intended to end everything personally.

Before Julian could even rise from his seat—

A figure suddenly stepped forward.

"Get past me first!"

Yana Tyson stood up with a wary expression, ready to make a move.

Her black hair fluttered slightly behind her.

Her orange eyes burned with determination.

Every muscle in her body had already tensed.

Internal energy circulated through her meridians.

The atmosphere around her immediately changed.

The Tyson Family disciples watching nearby were stunned.

Many of them knew exactly how large the gap between Yana and Steffan was.

Yet she still stepped forward.

Without hesitation.

Without fear.

Without regret.

To outsiders, it might seem foolish.

But to Yana, a promise was a promise.

Not being able to beat this guy was one thing.

But she had promised Julian, and she had to keep her word!

Nearby, Julian nearly choked on his tea.

[Whoa, don’t be impulsive.]

[With your strength, you’ll just be given for free if you go up.]

[Take it easy, let me handle him one-on-one.]

Cherry, who was quietly observing from the side, almost smiled.

The contrast was absurd.

On the surface, Julian remained calm and elegant.

Inside his head, however, he was desperately trying to stop Yana from doing something reckless.

Yana heard every word.

Immediately, her face darkened.

What did he mean by saying her strength would just be given for free?

The muscles around her eyes twitched slightly.

Was he looking down on her?

She knew she wasn’t Steffan’s opponent.

But hearing it from Julian still irritated her.

If it weren’t for keeping her promise, she wouldn’t bother with him!

Across the room, Steffan merely watched the interaction with cold amusement.

To him, neither Yana nor Julian posed any threat.

The difference in strength was simply too great.

A Silver Realm martial artist challenging a Gold Realm expert was no different from throwing an egg at a rock.

Wren Tyson’s expression became anxious.

"Yana!"

He tried to stop her.

Unfortunately, he was too late.

Julian was just about to get up to stop this woman when Yana had already launched her attack.

Her figure shot forward.

The polished stone floor beneath her feet cracked slightly.

Wind swirled around her body.

The violent surge of internal energy caused her clothes to flutter.

The Tyson Family’s younger generation widened their eyes.

This was Yana’s full strength.

No reservations.

No hesitation.

Only one strike.

One strike containing everything she had.

She clenched her fist and struck towards Steffan’s chest, her internal energy surging wildly, putting all her strength into this one blow.

The sound of rushing air echoed throughout the hall.

Several weaker disciples couldn’t even follow the movement with their eyes.

For a brief moment, Yana looked incredibly imposing.

Like a warrior charging toward an impossible enemy.

Yet—

Steffan didn’t move.

Not even a step.

His hands remained behind his back.

His expression remained indifferent.

He stood arrogantly in place, allowing her punch to come at him.

The Tyson Family members felt their hearts tighten.

Something was wrong.

Far too wrong.

The gap was obvious.

Just as Yana’s punch was about to land, Steffan leisurely extended a hand and caught her fist.

Silence.

Complete silence.

The scene seemed frozen.

The attack carrying all of Yana’s strength was stopped with a single hand.

Effortlessly.

Casually.

As though he had merely caught a falling leaf.

Yana’s pupils contracted.

She instantly felt the difference.

The difference wasn’t merely large.

It was overwhelming.

In that instant, Yana felt as if her strength had been drained away.

The internal energy she had gathered collapsed.

The force behind her attack vanished.

For the first time, she clearly experienced what true suppression felt like.

A Gold Realm expert wasn’t someone she could challenge yet.

Steffan’s eyes remained calm.

Almost bored.

Then Steffan lightly pushed her, causing Yana to stagger back a few steps, nearly falling to the ground.

The movement looked gentle.

But only Yana understood how terrifying it was.

The force traveled through her arm and into her body.

Her balance completely collapsed.

The room spun slightly.

Several Tyson Family members cried out in alarm.

"Miss!"

"Yana!"

"Watch out!"

Fortunately, Julian quickly caught her.

His hand landed firmly on her shoulder.

Another hand steadied her waist before she lost her balance completely.

The force pushing her backward instantly disappeared.

Yana’s eyes widened slightly.

She hadn’t expected Julian’s grip to feel so stable.

It was like being supported by an immovable mountain.

The moment she regained her footing, Julian released her.

Not too quickly.

Not too slowly.

Perfect gentlemanly behavior.

"Are you okay?" Julian asked after steadying Yana.

His tone remained calm.

There wasn’t the slightest trace of ridicule.

Only concern.

Yana instinctively looked up.

For a brief second, their eyes met.

Then Julian’s familiar inner voice appeared again.

[Sigh, don’t be so reckless.]

[He’s at the mid-Gold Realm, why provoke him?]

[Let me give you a live demonstration.]

Cherry lowered her head slightly.

The corners of her lips threatened to rise.

Even in such a dangerous situation, Julian’s thoughts remained surprisingly relaxed.

Yana, however, wasn’t amused.

Hearing Julian’s inner thoughts, Yana glared at him fiercely.

Her orange eyes practically shot sparks.

Let you go?

Your strength might not even be better than mine.

At least that was what she believed.

After all, Julian’s cultivation aura only showed Silver Realm.

Steffan was already in the Gold Realm.

The difference wasn’t something that could be casually bridged.

The Tyson Family members nearby also looked nervous.

Many of them secretly agreed with Yana.

Julian might be talented.

But facing Steffan alone?

That seemed impossible.

Meanwhile, Steffan quietly observed everything.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

For some reason, Julian’s calmness annoyed him.

Most people would be terrified.

Most people would panic.

Yet Julian looked almost relaxed.

As though the current situation wasn’t worth worrying about.

That confidence felt strangely irritating.

The hall once again fell silent.

Everyone waited.

Waiting to see what would happen next.

Would Julian retreat?

Would the Tyson Family intervene?

Would Steffan attack immediately?

The tension stretched tighter and tighter.

Finally, Yana straightened her posture.

Despite the slight pain in her arm, her gaze remained firm.

She had already made her decision.

No matter what happened.

No matter how dangerous things became.

She wouldn’t abandon her promise.

"I promised you, and I’ll keep my word," Yana said irritably as she stood up.