URBAN VILLAIN SYSTEM-Chapter 30: Grandma!

John Frost stood still, staring at Tony in disbelief. His pride was shattered in front of all family members.

All the ladies were watching him and staring at him directly.

The silence around him felt suffocating, as if the entire world had paused just to witness his humiliation.

Then it broke.

"AHHHHH-"

A low growl escaped his throat as his eyes locked onto Tony, no longer hiding anything. The restraint he had maintained because of Lily, because of Tony’s identity, because of the setting— all of it collapsed under the weight of that single slap.

"Tony...!" his voice came out hoarse, trembling with rage. "Do you even understand what you just did...?"

His fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his palms, but he didn’t feel the pain. The humiliation was far worse.

"You slapped me... in front of everyone...?!" His voice rose sharply, cracking with fury. "Do you really think you can walk away from this just because you carry the Clark name?!"

Tony didn’t respond immediately. He simply stood there, his posture relaxed, his expression almost bored, as if John’s outburst was nothing more-than background noise.

That indifference... It made everything worse.

"I tolerated you," John continued, his voice growing colder, more venomous. "I endured your arrogance... your disgusting behavior... only because you are about to marry my sister. But don’t misunderstand that as respect. You are not worthy of standing here. Not in this family. Not beside her."

A faint ripple of life energy began to gather around him, unstable but violent.

"With your talent... no, with your lack of it... you won’t even be able to keep your position as prince. You think people will bow to you forever? That name won’t protect you when real strength is involved."

The energy around him surged further, forming a visible pressure that forced the surrounding girls to step back instinctively.

"You shouldn’t have provoked me," John said finally, his voice dropping into something dangerously calm. "Now... you’ll pay for it."

In the next instant, his aura exploded.

Grandmaster rank.

There was no hesitation this time. No restraint. No calculation.

He moved.

Fast enough that most of the onlookers couldn’t even track him properly.

A single step—

And his fist shot forward, carrying the full force of a Grandmaster martial artist. The air around his punch distorted slightly, the pressure alone enough to make weaker individuals suffocate.

The reactions came instantly.

"Stop him!"

"He’s serious!"

"Tony will die if that lands!"

Fear spread through the group. The earlier tension transformed into genuine panic. No one had expected things to escalate this far. No one wanted to witness a death— especially not one that could ignite a conflict between two powerful families.

Lily’s expression changed completely.

Without hesitation, she moved.

Her body blurred as she rushed forward, her spear already forming in her hand. If that strike connected, Tony wouldn’t just be injured... he would be destroyed.

But John had already anticipated that.

His timing was precise.

Too precise.

He had chosen the exact moment when intervention would be just slightly too late.

His fist closed...

Then it stopped... A few inches away from Tony’s face.

For a moment, no one understood what had happened.

Then they saw it.

Tony’s hand.

Casually raised... Gripping John’s wrist. There was no strain in his fingers. No tension in his arm.

It looked as if he had simply reached out and decided to stop it... and reality obeyed.

The silence that followed was absolute. Lily was stunned as Tony easily stopped John’s attack before she intervened.

John’s expression twisted slowly, disbelief replacing rage. He tried to push forward, to complete the strike, but his arm refused to move. It wasn’t just blocked... it was completely controlled.

"What... is this...?!" he muttered, his voice no longer steady.

Tony tilted his head slightly, observing him with mild curiosity.

"This?" he said softly. "You call this an attack?"

The words weren’t loud.

But they cut deep.

John’s eyes widened as he tried to pull his arm back, but the grip only tightened slightly, not enough to cause visible pain—but enough to make resistance meaningless.

"How are you...!!!"

"You talk too much," Tony interrupted calmly as he moved.

There was no visible preparation... No buildup of power... No release of energy.

Just a single motion... His other hand shot forward.

The Tyrant Dragon Fist- Silent Form.

The name suited it perfectly... Because no one saw it coming.

John’s body reacted before his mind could process it. The impact landed directly on his torso, precise and devastating. For a brief moment, nothing seemed to happen.

Then his body lifted off the ground.

A strangled cry escaped his throat as he was thrown backward, his form twisting mid-air before crashing heavily onto the ground.

The sound echoed.

His body hit face-first, sliding slightly before coming to a stop.

For a second, he didn’t move.

Then he coughed.

Blood spilled from his mouth.

Not external damage.

The onlookers stood frozen, their earlier assumptions shattered beyond repair. The gap between a twelfth-class disciple and a Grandmaster wasn’t something that could be bridged. It wasn’t a difference- it was a wall.

And yet... They had just witnessed that wall collapse.

John struggled to push himself up, one hand clutching his chest, his breathing uneven.

"You..." he forced out, glaring at Tony with hatred that bordered on madness. "You’ll regret this..."

Tony looked at him quietly.

"If you want revenge," he said softly, "you should at least stand properly first."

The girls exchanged glances, their expressions filled with confusion and disbelief. Some still suspected hidden treasures. Others questioned their own understanding of strength.

But Lily... She knew. She had seen everything clearly. There was no life energy... No external aid.

Just pure physical power.

That realization unsettled her more than anything else.

Tony flexed his fingers slightly, feeling the lingering force within his body. The memory of the well surfaced briefly... the pain, the destruction, the reconstruction for Dragon Physique... It had been worth it.

"If you’re still not satisfied," Tony continued, his tone almost conversational, "we can continue this. No interruptions. No excuses."

He looked directly at John. "Or... is this your limit?"

John’s fists trembled. His pride demanded answer. His anger demanded he stand. But his body... his instincts... screamed something else.

He couldn’t win. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

After a long, suffocating pause, he turned away. No words... No reply... Just retreat.

Each step he took felt heavier than the last.

The moment he disappeared from the field, the tension finally broke. Whispers spread among the group, low and restless, filled with shock.

Lily approached slowly.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

Tony glanced at her, then slid his hands into his pockets casually.

"You’re asking the wrong person..." he replied.

She studied him carefully.

"You’re hiding something," she said. "That wasn’t normal. Did you use a treasure?"

Tony looked at her for a moment... Then smiled faintly.

"It’s better if you don’t know," he said quietly.

And for the first time Lily felt something unfamiliar. Because the man standing in front of her was no longer predictable.

And it was far more dangerous than strength.