Chapter 1189 Tough, Tougher, Toughest Guy!

At that moment, Luke felt like he was on top of the world. Well, maybe not exactly the apex where the late Zayn Larson used to be, but he was pretty close to that within the nation. Thinking about Zayn made him sentimental. It was only a few days ago when he received news of the young man’s untimely death at Mount Septimus. It had been a bombshell to him, not least because Zayn was very much close to unbeatable and invincible to him. This was the man who had managed to attain unfathomable power and become the combat instructor for the Insurgent Trifecta in spite of his youth and relative wetness around his ears. His future prospects had been very promising, if not immeasurable. Give Zayn a few more years, and who knows how much further he would go beyond known limitations. And that was when a genius of this caliber died. Gone and disappeared like ashes and dust, like every other corpse. Suffice to say Luke’s opinion of Zayn was rather complicated. Unlike Sean Wilson or Gordon Hayes