LORD CHESTER COMES BACK

Eliott Garner, enduring excruciating pain, struggled to his feet, his gaze fixed on Jun Chester. The expression on his face was too contorted to describe, and the sound he made was like a ghoul from the underworld.

“Impossible! Absolutely impossible! I have been practising for thirty-seven years! The Iron Fist I use is a secret technique of the Garner family. How could you possibly know it?”

“It must have been that despicable woman, Iris. She must have stolen it back then…”

Before Eliott Garner could finish his words, Jun Chester suddenly flashed and appeared in front of Eliott Garner. His hand went up and then down.

Smack!

A slap landed on Eliott Garner’s face.

In an instant.

Eliott Garner was thrown several meters away again.

Jun Chester spoke coldly.

“Dare to disrespect my mother again, and you will surely die!”

Half of Eliott Garner’s face immediately swelled like a bun, and three teeth were knocked out. Blood spilled from Eliott Garner’s mouth.

Eliott Garner dared not utter another disrespectful word about Iris.

Jun Chester, his eyes like a prison, continued.

“If not for the fact that you are my mother’s brother, I would have ground you into dust!”

His words sent a chill through Eliott Garner from deep within.

However, he quickly composed himself, believing that Jun Chester’s strength was merely due to his practice of their Garner family’s Iron Fist.

With this thought, Eliott Garner sneered.

“Good! Very good! But, you have only won by mere luck!”

“I am old, and I have lost to the Iron Fist of my Garner family, not to you, Jun Chester!”

“Compared to my disciple Han Mills, you are still not an opponent! On the fifth of next month, at the Old Spring House, do you dare to fight?”

Jun Chester sneered, looking down at Eliott Garner from above.

“Han Mills, is it?”

Eliott Garner had a fierce look on his face.

“I only ask you, do you dare to fight my disciple!”

Jun Chester was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke.

“I’ll accompany you to the end!”

Eliott Garner spat out a mouthful of blood onto the ground, struggled to his feet, and left the mountain-top villa.

In this way, the battle came to an end.

Subsequently, Jun Chester instructed Dawson London to help Badfella Stannard and Bruce Wells into the third floor of the villa to start treating their injuries.

An hour later.

Jun Chester put away the silver needle and a jar of golden butter, and said to Badfella Stannard: “Rest for a month, and you will be fine.”

After speaking, Jun Chester gave a word of advice to Bruce Wells nearby.

“As for you, keep training as you should. The more severe the injuries your body suffers, the greater your potential!”

Bruce Wells respectfully saluted.

“Yes, master!”

Badfella Stannard stared unblinkingly at the jar of golden butter that Jun Chester had put aside, and excitedly asked.

“Master, is this… the Essence of Ice from the North?”

Jun Chester was slightly stunned, then laughed.

“It seems that you really know quite a lot.”

Badfella Stannard’s eyes were full of excitement, and he laughed loudly.

“This Essence of Ice is a necessary item for cultivation, for tempering muscles and skin, inside and out! When Eliott Garner went to Goodherbs to ask me for medicine, he must have wanted to refine more Essence of Ice! Unfortunately, he ultimately did not succeed!”

Jun Chester snorted with laughter.

“Even if Eliott Garner got this Essence of Ice, he couldn’t practice the Iron Fist! Because even if he knows how to mix the Essence of Ice, what he gets is just poison!”

Badfella Stannard was stunned for a moment.

“How is that possible? I see his practice has reached the highest level!”

Jun Chester asked back.

“If he uses the same Iron Fist, why did he lose to me?”

Badfella Stannard looked puzzled.

“You, you have a higher level!”

Jun Chester shook his head and slowly explained.

“When I fought him just now, I deliberately suppressed my level a little, to a level on par with him.”

Badfella Stannard looked horrified.

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Jun Chester explained again.

“The Iron Fist comes from the North, and the key to practicing this fist technique lies in how to use the Essence of Ice to temper muscles and bones. As long as the formula for the Essence of Ice is slightly off, even though it can achieve the same effect, if used for a long time, it will inevitably lead to deep poisoning!”

“This Essence of Ice, on the surface, looks like a golden ointment, but in reality, it needs to be made into a pill first, crushed, and thenmixed with other materials to form this golden cream.”

Badfella Stannard couldn’t help but exclaim.

“It turns out that this is the case, I have been mistaken all along!”

Jun Chester nodded.

“Once you understand this, your future practice will be much smoother.”

Badfella Stannard was incomparably excited.

“Master, you are truly knowledgeable and talented!”

Jun Chester laughed.

“I inherited this from my mother, and I am also lucky to have met a few good masters.”

After this conversation, both Badfella Stannard and Bruce Wells were more respectful of Jun Chester.

Meanwhile, at Eliott Garner’s house.

Eliott Garner, with a black and swollen face, was listening to Han Mills recounting Badfella Stannard’s words.

Eliott Garner looked horrified.

“Essence of Ice made into a pill? Why didn’t Iris tell me?”

Han Mills didn’t know how to answer, and could only lower his head in silence.

Eliott Garner was silent for a while, and then suddenly laughed out loud.

“No matter what, Jun Chester must die! Han Mills, you must defeat him!”

Han Mills looked determined.

“Master, don’t worry, I will definitely defeat him!”

Eliott Garner nodded.

“Good! Go and prepare. Remember, you must win!”

Han Mills bowed deeply, then turned and left.

Eliott Garner looked at Han Mills’s departing back, his eyes full of expectation.

“Jun Chester, no matter how strong you are, you will still lose to my disciple!”

In the next few days, Jun Chester and his disciples trained hard, preparing for the upcoming battle.

And so, the days passed quickly, and the day of the fight was just around the corner.

Badfella Stannard sighed heavily.

“Who would have thought there would be so many interpretations to this!”

Jun Chester stood up and casually wrote a prescription on a piece of paper, handing it over to Badfella Stannard.

“This is the formula for the Essence of Ice. The method for preparing the related pill is also on it. Next, you should prepare several batches of Essence of Ice. Not only will you need it, but Bruce will too!”

Badfella Stannard seemed to think of something, his eyes gleaming as he asked a question.

“Master, can I make more?”

Jun Chester pondered briefly, then replied,

“Whatever you want.”

With that, Jun Chester descended the stairs.

At mealtime, Supreme Lord, Riordan Wells, and others were present.

Of course, Anne Cobb was there too.

The sudden arrival of Eliott Garner had made the atmosphere at home somewhat heavy.

Throughout the meal, everyone spoke very little.

Anne Cobb felt as if she were sitting on pins and needles.

She had weathered many storms in her long life, but never before had she been as nervous as she was today.

Not only was she dining at the same table as Supreme Lord, but she had also just witnessed the impressive abilities of Jun Chester!

So far, she still believed that Jun Chester was Supreme Lord’s illegitimate son; otherwise, she could not explain the events of the day.

Anne Cobb had secretly decided that, even if it meant losing face, she must latch onto Jun Chester, this towering tree.

At four in the afternoon, Lyvia woke from her nap and went out with Jun Chester.

Lyvia’s intention was to stop idling at home; she had to find a job.

She had already decided.

She heard that Skyhowl had set up a branch in Dirtmouth, and she wanted to apply for a job there.

Jun Chester listened to her plan.

Taking her pride into consideration, he naturally did not reveal the truth.

He thought that if Lyvia wanted to work for Skyhowl, that would be fine. He would just have to greet Peter Alston, the branch manager.

With this in mind, Jun Chester teased Lyvia,

“You can work, but you can’t let your job delay our wedding.”

Lyvia, blushing, replied,

“My mother said the 26th of next month is a good day. It’s still more than a month away, so don’t worry, it won’t be delayed.”

Jun Chester smiled but said no more.

On this outing, Lyvia wanted to buy a few formal outfits in preparation for her job interview the next day.

Moreover, she had arranged to meet with an old classmate.

Jun Chester originally wanted to have some suits tailored for Lyvia, but she insisted on choosing them herself to avoid troubling others.

Left with no choice, the couple headed straight to the famous Fashion Street in Dirtmouth.

What they didn’t know was that shortly after they left,

Anne Cobb also left the Hill Grandsilk mountaintop villa, driving alone to Fashion Street.

Her aim was to find an opportunity to talk alone with Jun Chester.

If she could have the good fortune to invite Jun Chester to her boudoir and steal him from Lyvia, that would be even better.

After witnessing Jun Chester’s abilities today, Anne Cobb had developed a perverse admiration for him.

Even if she became Jun Chester’s plaything…

She would not hesitate!

On the way to Fashion Street,

just thinking about Jun Chester’s voice and smile made her body tremble uncontrollably.

Jun Chester, this man, met all of Anne Cobb’s fantasies about men.

As long as she could become Jun Chester’s woman!

Even if it meant kneeling at his feet, being at his beck and call, Anne Cobb felt it was an honor!