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.

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

"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

"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 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