Chapter 1393 When You’re The Chosen One, Always Expect The Eleventh Hour Help

Zayn lost.

As it turned out, he was still weaker than Ezra—though the margin was slight. Zayn was fast enough to put up a foolproof defense with his arms holding against Ezra’s punch. Had it connected with his body, Zayn would have suffered a grievous injury that could render him completely incapacitated.

And that would be the moment when he became his enemy’s chew toy.

Ezra was also quite shocked. That punch was his coup de grâce—the ultimate move meant to put Zayn out of commission—and he never would have thought Zayn would be able to block it.

It only served to fan the tempest in his temperament. It made him want to kill Zayn even more. Everything today had proven this young man a bona fide threat to Sicut In Caelo. He had not even reached his thirtieth birthday yet and already he achieved this much. Given a few years, he could very well be an unbeatable fighter himself, and the organization would face the biggest peril it had ever seen.

To prune that possibility from ever happ