The Supreme Man: Took Everything in Power

Chapter 814 Not a Match!

Sitting in the audience seats, Adrian and the others had their eyebrows raised. They were undoubtedly skilled martial artists, but at the same time, they were mere mortals. If a gunshot were to come their way, even with their martial prowess, they wouldn't be able to withstand a bullet.

Adrian's eyes flickered as he instructed Bronte, "Bronte, keep an eye on that person and make sure he doesn't shoot at the stage."

"Yes, Mr. Adrian!" Bronte responded and immediately moved to the front row, sitting closest to Wendell.

Jake, standing on the stage, couldn't clearly see what Kingsley had thrown at Wendell. Impatiently, he shouted, "Kid, if you're too scared to come up, just say it! Don't waste our time dilly-dallying down there!"

Seeing that Jake was growing impatient, Kingsley didn't waste any more time and walked straight toward the stage.

"Finally, you're up!" Jake shook his fists. "I was beginning to think you're chickening out!"

"Chickening out?" Kingsley smirked slightly. "I've never known how to chicken out!"

Jake had a fiery temper and didn't want to engage in any verbal sparring with Kingsley. He immediately surged with internal energy, moving his fists and charging towards Kingsley.

Huff! Huff! Huff!

As Jake charged forward, Kingsley felt the air around him vibrating at a rapid frequency. It indicated that Jake's speed and strength were far superior to Zephyr's.

Whoosh!

Jake's fist wind struck directly at the center of Kingsley's face, aiming to end the fight with a single punch.

Bang!

Kingsley crossed his arms and firmly blocked Jake's powerful strike in front of his face. He had exerted all his strength, as he didn't dare to underestimate Jake.

A sound like clashing metal reverberated throughout the entire Black Fist establishment, capturing the unwavering attention of everyone, who stared intently at the competition on the stage.

Jake, never expecting Kingsley to withstand his punch, was taken aback. His gaze flashed, and instead of retracting his fist, he continued to exert more force. The hidden power within him surged like rising tides, wave after wave rushing into his fist.

Kingsley frowned as he felt like he was being struck by a heavy truck, continuously sliding backward. He used all his strength but still felt overwhelmed by Jake's powerful punch. Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

Kingsley was secretly shocked; Jake's strength was indeed formidable. Based on pure physical combat, he was definitely not Jake's match.

At the same time, Jake was also astonished. He didn't expect that even with his hidden power at fifty percent, the young man before him could still withstand it.

The members of the Black Fist Gang standing in the audience seats were drenched in cold sweat when they saw Kingsley continuously sliding backward under relentless pressure. When they noticed the seriousness on Kingsley's face, which had changed from calm to serious, they realized the gravity of the situation.

"Boss! It seems that Boss Nicholson might not be that guy's match!" Wendell said. "He hasn't even had a chance to retaliate!"

Baron's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, showing his anxiety. "Yes, what do we do… What do we do…"

A hint of determination flashed in Wendell's eyes as he whispered, "How about I just shoot and kill that old man?"

He tightened his grip on the gun, and his joints started to pale slightly.

Bronte, who had been closely observing Wendell Martin's actions, immediately became alert when he noticed Wendell's unusual movements.

Baron hesitated for a while before finally nodding slightly. "Boss Nicholson must not be harmed."

He feared that the Stewart Family might turn against the Black Fist Gang if anything happened to Kingsley. Even if the Stewart Family didn't target the Black Fist Gang, he would also have a hard time explaining things to Kenny and Cassius. After all, this was his territory, and he would be held responsible if something happened to Kingsley.

Seeing Baron's approval, Wendell tightened his grip on the gun, and the look of determination on his face grew stronger.