The Supreme Man: Took Everything in Power

Chapter 442

Kendrick heaved a sigh of relief. Whew. Good thing he's not an expert in Qustia Arts. He was a little scared of the legendary Qustia Arts, but he wouldn't confess to it. Instead, he snickered. "Heh. You Qustians. Always bragging about your martial arts, but it's been two years since I came to your empire, and yet I've never met anyone who could beat me in a fair fight."

His lackeys started mocking the crowd as well.

"Hah. Bragging is all they know."

"I bet their Qustia Arts is just a figment of their imagination. Nothing like that exists."

"On the contrary, the martial arts from Southsiren Republic exist and we've been using them to defeat these weaklings for hundreds of years."

The crowd exploded into fury once more.

"Whoop his *ss, bro! Teach them a lesson!" This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

"I can't believe their audacity. Heck, even I want to punch them now."

"F*ck them up, mate! Show them some Qustian muscles!"

The crowd roared, but Kingsley was still calm. Icily, he said, "Come. Talk is a waste of time."

"As you wish!" Kendrick let out a roar and started with a flying kick.

Kingsley shook his head. "Is that the only trick you guys have?"

He spun his wrist around and held Kendrick's calf from an angle he couldn't dodge. At the same time, Kingsley flung his fist right into Kendrick's face. Everything happened in less than a split second. There wasn't enough time for Kendrick to even set up a defense. Kingsley's fist slammed

right into Kendrick's face, and the force behind it was doubly greater than the punch that he threw at Perry.

Kendrick flew back as fast as he charged. Everyone else didn't catch the intricacies of the battle. All they saw was Kendrick charging toward Kingsley only to fly across the air a moment later. Blood spilled down his face and his nose caved in, literally contorting his face.

Kendrick crashed into the ground like a human-sized meteor. A bloodcurdling scream escaped his throat as he held his face. Rivulets of blood trickled down the cracks between his fingers, drenching his dobok crimson.

Kingsley dusted his hands off and smirked. "After all that smack talk, you can't even take one punch. Trash."

Perry, Calvin, and the crowd fell into a deafening silence. Only the screams of Kendrick echoed across the air, shuddering the hearts of all who witnessed the battle.

A long, silent minute later, someone finally snapped out of their shock.

"Whoa, what just happened? Did you guys see that?"

Everyone around them finally snapped out of their stupor as well.

"Was that some kind of special effect? How did that guy fly across the room all of a sudden?"

"Beats me. He was crippled in just the blink of an eye."

"Who is that guy? That punch was as quick as lightning!"

"I think it was faster than that!"

The girls who were just cheering for the dancers earlier were staring at Kingsley with love and admiration in their eyes. They screamed in delight.

"Oh my god, that was hot! Hotter than the dancers!"

"He's hot and manly! Hey mister, I want to make babies with you!"

The long-haired male dancers looked a little awkward, but they didn't argue with the girls. Everyone agreed that Kingsley was cool.