The conference room was in an uproar after the hawk-nose elder came in. Everyone looked at him with a sense of respect after knowing he was the King of Kicks, whether they knew him or not. After all, he was the expert who was ranked ninth in The Hundred Immortals. Not anyone would have the chance to meet him, even once in a lifetime. "You actually invited the King of Kicks?" Jessica was surprised. She didn't expect Natasha to bring a master from The Hundred Immortals back after returning from Millsburg. It was known that the King of Kicks was an arrogant man. It wasn't easy to invite him. Natasha probably made much effort to get him to agree to come to Swinton. "There were lots of people eyeing Immortunal these days. Of course, I had to take precautions as soon as possible. This is also our chance to lure the tiger out of the mountains," Natasha said impassively. She had always been keeping an eye on what Boulderthorn was up to. That was why she had made preparations earlier.

The King of Kicks made Mr. Wangley spurt out blood without even using half his strength. If he did it with full strength, Mr. Wangley would probably die on the spot. Were experts from the top tenths of The Hundred Immortals so scary? "Brilliant! King of Kicks, you've just blown our minds!" Quentin was surprised at first, then put up a smile and blew the King of Kicks with flattery. He thought that if he could be on good terms with masters like the King of Kicks, he could solve problems easily in the future with his help. "Mr. Wangley, are you okay?" Natasha frowned slightly. One of their allies was hurt before the battle even started. She thought that the King of Kicks had gone too far. "I'm okay." Mr. Wangley wiped off the blood at the corner of his mouth and paid his respects. "King of Kicks, I expected no less from you. I concede defeat from the bottom of my heart." "At least you know your limits." The old man raised his head with a sense of arrogance and defiance. "Alri

Dustin was speechless by the clamoring crowd. "Where did these psychopaths come from?" he thought. They looked like they had just gone insane and were howling and shouting nonstop, like dogs. "Hey, enough!" Ruth, who was sitting beside them, couldn't stand it anymore. "Gosh, there's a beauty here!" Otto's eyes lit up with a burning desire. Her outstanding figure and visuals attracted him. "Hey beautiful, you should break up with such a coward. He'll probably be busy saving his own life when you're in danger," Otto taunted. "Exactly! You should find a boyfriend like Otto. Look at his muscles. It'll make you feel secure!" the crowd jeered. "He's so tanned and ugly. Why would a woman like a man like him?" Ruth snorted with a contemptuous look. "Hey, what nonsense are you talking, you little bitch! Watch your mouth!" "Damn it! I'll probably beat you up if you are not a woman!" The crowd grew angry after listening to what she had said. "Enough. Don't bother her. She's ju

After struggling for a while, Otto gradually regained consciousness. Since he'd fallen face-first, he had lost his front teeth, contributing even further to his disheveled appearance. "What happened?" He shook his head, confusion lining his features. He remembered the surge of power he felt as he reveled in his mastery barely seconds ago before weakness seized him, and he found himself lying on the floor. "Otto, you were knocked out by that guy just now!" Julie told him, her expression strange. She'd initially thought Otto would be able to defend her—contrary to her beliefs, the first punch found him sprawled on the floor, unconscious the next instant. "Knocked out?" Otto was slightly taken aback. He touched his throbbing face, an argument bursting forth. "Fuck that! I must have slipped and lost my balance. That brat would never have been able to hurt me otherwise!" His declaration elicited a flurry of nods through the crowd. "That's right! With Otto's strength, it would've

"Mr. Rhys?" Otto and his company were entirely dumbfounded by Stephan's display of respect toward Dustin. Never in their wildest dreams had they ever anticipated the renowned Mr. Chapman to have come forward specifically for Dustin, let alone greet him with such reverence. What was happening? "Mr. Chapman, it's been a while. Your abilities seem to have improved." A quick glance from Dustin drew his attention to the differences he spotted in the other man almost at once. "It's all thanks to the Gemiphen you gave me, of course. Not only did it heal my internal injuries, it gave me ample power to have a small breakthrough." Stephan's face was filled with gratitude. "Really? I suppose congratulations are in order, then." Dustin smiled faintly. "Mr. Rhys, where you're sitting now doesn't seem befitting for your status. How about we head over to the reserved seats for the Harmon family?" Stephan gestured with one hand, still courteous as ever. "Very well. This place is infested

"What's going on with Boulderthorn? Why would they send that chunkster on stage? With his physique, he'll be out of breath after taking just a few steps—can he even handle the Battle Royale?" Quentin scoffed. "Don't underestimate the opponent. Since Boulderthorn dares send him into the ring, he must have some extraordinary qualities that could potentially push the tide in their favor. Which one of you wants to go first?" Natasha asked the three of them. "Ms. Harmon, let me handle the first round." Stephan stood and strode into the battle ring. Among the three of them, his strength appeared to be the weakest. Because of that, it was only natural that he took the lead. After all, if he could secure their victory in the first match, he might as well have laid the foundation for their eventual win. "Dustin, who do you think would win?" Ruth asked curiously. "It's hard to tell. The chunkster looks peculiar enough, but if Mr. Chapman can find his weaknesses and attack focally, he m

"How could this happen? Mr. Chapman … lost?" Quentin's face was slack with shock as he beheld Stephan's injuries and the blood he was still coughing up as a result of the man's attack. He'd never anticipated the strength the chunkster had shown—not even Mr. Chapman could rival that kind of power. "Who is that chunkster? Not even Mr. Chapman could break through his defenses—" Natasha's face grew serious. She was well aware of the extent of Stephan's capabilities. He was a martial artist who specialized in harnessing the body's internal energy, and his punches were enough to break through stone. And yet, for someone of his expertise to have not been able to impact the other man in the slightest—it was evident that his opponent would not be easily defeated by ordinary means alone. "If I'm not mistaken, he's Mr. Williams' second disciple. They call him Rotund Tiger." Mr. Wangley stroked his beard and said nonchalantly, "This person might seem simple-minded, but the talent he poss

"The King of Kicks?" "The one ranked ninth on The Hundred Immortals?" Everyone looked astonished upon hearing the mention. They had clearly heard of the King of Kicks—those who ranked on The Hundred Immortals were extraordinary talents, not to mention the legends who made it into the top ten! A powerful man like the King of Kicks would command respect anywhere he went. His presence at their unremarkable guild was akin to an attack from a higher level. Not even the Boulderthorn disciples could overshine him. "Wow! I'm surprised that the Harmons have hired the King of Kicks! They are indeed wealthy!" "With the King of Kicks around, the Harmons are definitely winning the battle." "He can take on every single opponent at the scene with his capability!" After the initial shock, the spectators started to anticipate the fight. After today, they could boast that they had witnessed the King of Kicks in action. "Ms. Harmon, your martial artists seem weak. Why don't you send the t

The Harmons were shocked that the handsomely-paid King of Kicks had tricked them instead of lending them a helping hand. At that moment, they were lost and helpless. Meanwhile, the Boulderthorn guild was all smiles, a stark contrast to the anger and indignation on the Harmons' end. "Hahaha … Ms. Harmon, your family has lost three rounds. Anyone else wants to get into the ring? If not, we'll declare victory!" Brody laughed insolently. Very few knew the fact that the King of Kicks was a good friend of Mr. Williams. The betrayal was part of his plan as well. That would force the Harmons into a corner! "Oh no! Are the Harmons leaving in defeat?" "I was looking forward to a great battle tonight. Who knew we'd witness such a botched situation!" "At the end of the day, the Harmons have fallen into a trap. The King of Kicks that they wasted the effort on recruiting turns out to be a rat from the Boulderthorn guild!" "Might is right! There's no point arguing over this. The Harmons a

"Oh, it's him …"Maximus smiled coolly. "It's really gutsy of a physician to join the battle. Looks like the Harmons have run out of candidates." Dustin's appearance came as a shock to the members of the Boulderthorn guild as well as Julie and her group. "Is he crazy? He can't even beat me. What makes him think he's capable of fighting the Boulderthorn masters?" Otto Marsh was dumbfounded by Dustin's decision. Even Mr. Chapman was beaten to a pulp in the ring. Where did a weakling like Dustin get the courage to enter the ring? "Hmph! He still wants to show off at this point in time. That's just courting death." Julie chuckled gleefully. She looked forward to Dustin being beaten up badly onstage. "You're damn right! Even Otto knows better than to show off at this serious event. That dude is on a suicide mission!" The group of youngsters scoffed at Dustin, whom they believed was an attention-seeker. An average person should never get involved in the battle of the masters, for a