The Kungfu King!This time, Carl, Lawson, and Badan were not the only ones shaken. Even Boulder Lancelot’s pupils constricted slightly.Everyone in the Southern region knew what that title meant.The King of the South had countless experts under his command, but the Kungfu King stood in a league of his own. Some even called him the Kungfu Maniac behind closed doors. He was a man who lived only for combat.Years ago, he had traveled north alone, challenging every renowned expert he could find. Clan leaders, underground kings, martial masters. None were spared.Many never walked away from those challenges.His fists were ruthless. His methods merciless. He did not fight to win. He fought to dominate.Eventually, the Kungfu King returned south. He owed Leon Nagger a massive favor from the past, and to repay it, he remained at the Nagger Mansion. From that day on, he became one of Leon’s strongest hidden cards, a retainer who answered only to him.Even Boulder had to admit it. With the Ku

Once Jaden said that, the attention of the entire theatre snapped toward him.Thousands of eyes followed as he stepped forward from his seat.Under the stage lights, his tall figure looked steady and composed. His posture was relaxed, yet there was an unmistakable pressure about him. Even people who knew nothing about fighting could sense it.A ripple of excitement spread through the crowd.“He looks solid.”“That guy’s built different.”Someone from the audience shouted loudly, “Hah! That dog’s a stray anyway. Go ahead and put him down!”Laughter and cheers followed.Miyamoto Oni’s face twisted in rage. He shot a murderous glare toward Jaden and barked, “How dare you challenge me!”He stomped forward and pointed at Jaden. “Fine. Come up here. I’ll let you pigs understand the wrath of the Legendary Swordsman!”Jaden did not respond. He simply walked onto the stage at an unhurried pace, ignoring the broken props and the fallen performers around him.Miyamoto Oni circled him slowly, eye

Miyamoto Oni had once been hailed as the top swordsman of his generation in Japan.He had crossed the sea with one purpose. To challenge experts, crush reputations, and prove that Japanese swordsmanship stood above all else. He had heard that Americans idolized the Lone Ranger, treating a fictional gunslinger like a hero. To him, that admiration was laughable.That was why he chose tonight.Crash the show. Humiliate the symbol. Prove superiority in front of thousands.But reality hit him like a hammer.Instead of applause, he was being beaten senseless. Instead of admiration, there was only ridicule and fear. Every strike from Jaden shattered his pride piece by piece.Panic took over.He stumbled backward, arms raised defensively, voice shaking as he yelled, “Where are my samurais? Get up here! Kill him!”The next second, five figures leaped onto the stage from different directions.They moved with coordination, katanas flashing under the lights. Their stances were sharp and disciplin

(AUTHOR’S NOTE: SORRY FOR THE PREVIOUS THREE CHAPTERS GUYS. IT WAS A CONTENT FROM ANOTHER BOOK. BY THIS TIME YOU’RE SEEING THIS, IT SHOULD ALREADY HAVE BEEN CORRECTED)The truth was obvious now.Every communication device inside the theatre was useless. Phones had no signal. Emergency lines were dead. Even internal networks were jammed completely.This place had been sealed off.On top of that, every exit was guarded by tall, stone-faced men in black suits. They stood shoulder to shoulder, hands tucked beneath their jackets, eyes sharp and hostile. No one would be allowed to leave without permission.Boulder Lancelot had full control of the theatre.Selena felt her chest tighten.There was no help coming. No rescue. No miracle.Her gaze drifted to the stage.The Japanese bodies still lay there, unmoving. Blood stained the floorboards. And standing at the center was Jaden, calm and upright, facing the Kungfu King who radiated murderous intent.If this continued, Jaden would die. She wa

His roar exploded through the theatre like a shockwave.The ground beneath the stage trembled violently, and spiderweb-like cracks spread outward from his feet as if the concrete itself could no longer endure his presence. Chairs rattled. Light fixtures swayed. Several audience members screamed as the tremor knocked them off balance.The Kungfu King bent his knees slightly.Then he vanished.His body shot into the air like a cannonball, propelled by terrifying leg strength. The distance between him and Jaden disappeared instantly as he twisted midair and unleashed a devastating kick, carrying the full weight of his madness and killing intent.Gasps erupted throughout the theatre.Some people screamed. Others froze, unable to move or even blink.Boulder clenched his fists so hard his nails dug into his palms. His eyes gleamed as he muttered excitedly, unable to hide the thrill in his voice.“Haha… this is it. This is the Kungfu King’s true strength!”To him, this was the killing blow.