My Mother is the Villain

Chapter 21: Blow

"Ohhh..." Victor smiled strangely upon hearing that the girl liked rampaging everywhere.

Was she frustrated because of the punch he gave her back then?

He continued eating as Emma explained the current situation of the clan.

His grandfather, Paul Russell, had managed to obtain another Will Power. He now had six, making him significantly stronger.

Unfortunately, the younger generation of the clan had not been strong enough lately to compete with those of other factions.

Ryan Russell and Alisa Russell, the two leaders of the younger generation, had suffered repeated defeats.

In fact, even the city lord’s daughter, Ella Agron, was stronger than them.

"The elders can only place their hopes on you now. They’ve been humiliated many times and have been waiting for you to return from your training," Emma said with a hopeful smile.

She clearly wanted to see just how strong Victor had become.

Victor remained silent.

He wasn’t particularly interested in any competition—he simply wanted more power.

"What the hell are you all doing? Is this really all you’ve got?!"

A woman’s shout echoed from outside, and Victor immediately recognized it as Alisa’s voice.

He just didn’t know why she sounded so angry.

Emma shook her head.

"She’s training the younger members—those around thirteen or fourteen. But they’ve all been rather disappointing."

"If she herself is disappointing, what right does she have to be disappointed in others?" Victor remarked coldly.

After finishing his meal and feeling satisfied, he stepped out of the castle.

The clan courtyard looked mostly unchanged—except for the presence of many more young members who had just begun their path of cultivation.

Victor spotted Alisa.

Her slightly curly red hair was tied into a high ponytail. She wore tight training clothes and held a wooden sword.

Now in her twenties, her temperament seemed even rougher than before.

While training the children, she didn’t hesitate to strike them harshly.

The children were the first to notice Victor, as they were facing the castle.

They froze simultaneously.

They had never seen a man with such a captivating face—handsome, yet carrying a faintly sinister charm.

Even his loose robe couldn’t conceal the breadth of his chest, enough to make any woman want to lean against it.

Alisa was confused at first when the children suddenly became distracted.

Then she sensed someone behind her.

She turned—

And was just as stunned as they were.

Even someone as rough as her couldn’t help but be taken aback.

That face...

It was exactly the same as that boy’s when he was thirteen—only now matured into something far more refined.

The sheer perfection of his presence made it strangely difficult for her to even call his name.

But Victor paid them no mind.

He simply enjoyed the fresh morning air he hadn’t felt in so long, occasionally glancing toward the clan gates at passersby who peeked inside.

A middle-aged man soon entered through the gate, looking irritated and restless.

It was Warren Russell—Victor’s uncle.

His steps halted when he saw Victor, his eyes scanning him from head to toe.

"You... Victor?" he asked from a distance.

"Uncle, I’m glad you still recognize me," Victor replied casually.

More elders began to appear, as if someone had already spread the news.

Victor had returned.

Everyone had been waiting for this moment, having no choice but to place their hopes on him to restore the clan’s reputation.

Although his beginning had been disgraceful—stealing someone else’s talent—the truth was, he had not disappointed.

Now, everyone wanted to see just what he had become.

They didn’t know the details, but they did know Margaret had subjected him to brutal training.

If he had emerged now, it meant he had survived it.

And given Margaret’s strength, the standards she set must have been terrifyingly high.

Victor noticed his grandfather approaching as well.

He now appeared to be a man in his sixties. Who knew why his appearance had changed—but his aura had grown far deeper.

"Victor..." he called.

"Grandfather..." Victor replied.

"How are you?" Paul asked, his eyes carefully examining him.

"I’m fine."

"Grandfather, don’t we have four Great Heaven Weapons?" Victor asked.

Weapons and artifacts were divided into four classes, determined by their materials.

Heaven Weapons were forged from the strongest materials in the world.

But if they contained the power of a World Monarch, they were called Great Heaven Weapons.

On average, each World Monarch left behind two such weapons to their sect or clan.

The Russell Clan, having produced two World Monarchs, naturally possessed four.

Paul nodded slowly, his curiosity piqued.

"Why do you ask?" his gaze seemed to say.

"I want one," Victor stated plainly.

"Victor, it’s too early for you to receive a Great Heaven Weapon. So what if you’re talented? In this world, you’re still weak. What if you lose it?"

Someone interrupted.

Victor turned and saw Ryan Russell, who had appeared out of nowhere.

He was only at the Sovereign Realm now.

For someone his age—and as the clan’s young master—that was rather slow.

Even Emma, as a maid, had surpassed him.

Victor wasn’t surprised Ryan was the first to oppose him.

There was still resentment—after all, his Merit Law had been forcibly taken.

And even now, there had been no replacement.

"Brother Ryan, there’s no need for you to comment on my matters," Victor said calmly.

"Unless... you’re looking to get beaten."

Everyone froze.

No one expected the first thing he would say to his cousin to be a threat.

The question was—

Did he have the strength to back it up?

Ryan himself was the most shocked.

"What? After training for so long, you think you can beat me?" he scoffed.

Victor shook his head.

Then—

He moved.

Golden and black lightning wrapped around his body as he vanished.

In an instant, he appeared right in front of Ryan.

BANG!

His fist slammed into Ryan’s chest.

Ryan’s eyes widened as blood burst from his mouth, his body sent flying violently.

"Ryan!" Warren rushed forward in panic, realizing his son was in bad condition.

"Victor, what the hell are you doing?!" he shouted angrily.

"I just borrowed his body as a punching bag to demonstrate my strength," Victor replied with a shrug.

As for Paul—

He revealed a look of astonishment.

Even though it had been a sudden attack, he could immediately tell—

Victor was far stronger than Ryan.

This youngest grandson of his... was no different from his mother.

"You all," Paul called out to the elders.

"Prepare a banquet for tonight. And we will grant Victor one Great Heaven Weapon."

If his talent was truly this monstrous—

Then giving him a Great Heaven Weapon was no problem at all.

With it, his growth would only accelerate further.

Paul had forgotten that he had once been upset because Victor’s talent was stolen.

He could now only hope that it had been forgotten, so that the world would know only that their clan had once again produced an unparalleled talent.