She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 716

Chapter 716: He is Your Brother

"Kelvin..."

Corey stood still, his hazy eyes unexpectedly becoming much clearer. Rain hit his silver-white temples, and his intentionally gelled hair was now disheveled by the storm. Standing in the merciless typhoon on such a cold day, every gust of wind felt like enduring a painful snowstorm with icy blades.

Sizzle...

Clang!

As the blade bore down on his head, he swiftly wielded his sword in defense, using its edge to intercept Sam's powerful strike. The flickering blaze hovered less than five centimeters above his head, the damp scent of singed hair lingering in the air.

Kelvin's pitch-black pupils contracted instinctively, reflecting the dazzling silver-white light, resembling a sky full of stars.

"It seems that you haven't regressed in all these years. Good, you are a worthy opponent."

Hearing his absurd remark, Kelvin retorted without a second thought, "Ridiculous. You think you have the right to choose your opponent?"

With Sam momentarily distracted, Kelvin swiftly raised his leg, aiming a swift kick at Sam's knee, simultaneously shattering his own sword in half with a resounding snap.

"Kelvin, get out of the way!" Corey, disregarding any semblance of composure, shouted, stumbling towards the area where they were engaged in combat. Each step in this raging storm felt like a monumental struggle.

"Mr. Foley, I'll help you!" Chris intended to rush in, when suddenly, a cold metal object pressed against the back of his head, a hoarse voice with a warning tone murmuring, "This is their matter. I suggest you stay put."

He didn't turn around, but from the sensation, he could tell-the object pressed against the back of his head was a gun!

Chris froze, raising his hands in surrender, his feet rooted to the ground. He could only watch in silence as the two figures not far away engaged in a deadly struggle.

Just as Kelvin's sword broke, Sam smirked triumphantly, his own sword poised to strike the man's face. In a critical moment, Kelvin evaded, the sword shattering his mask.

Crack!

The silver, featureless mask cleanly split in half, falling to the rain-soaked ground and quickly filling with water.

Seizing the opportunity, Kelvin seized the remaining half of the blade and struck at Sam's neck with speed, precision, and ferocity.

It was a test to see whose speed would prevail.

Apparently, the advantage lay with the broken sword, just as the blade in Kelvin's hand reached towards Sam's neck.

A clear, commanding voice echoed from the entrance, "Stop, Kelvin. He is your brother!"

The silver stiletto heels were particularly conspicuous in the dark night, the wind billowing the woman's red dress as she dashed forwards, wielding a black-handled umbrella, and arriving in front of Kelvin in a few swift steps.

Thwack!

A loud slap accompanied by a thunderous "boom" echoed in everyone's ears, jolting them. It was deafening.

The silver lightning turned the world from darkness into daylight in an instant. The light illuminated Kelvin's half-burned face, grotesque and horrifying like a ghost from hell.

A sense of murderous intent emanated from him, as if he had crawled out of hell itself.

After delivering this slap, Gracie unconsciously took a step back, closing her eyes and averting her gaze.