Young God of Knowledge

12 Defeating All Opponents

The director laughed again, but his laughter was cut short when two of his men stepped forward.

These two men were different from the others. The way they stood, the way they moved, the way their eyes assessed Kevin. They were no ordinary office workers. They were martial artists.

Kevin could sense it. One was at the fifth level of Body Refinement. The other was at the sixth level.

"Take him down," the director ordered coldly.

The two practitioners charged simultaneously. Their movements were fast and coordinated, clearly accustomed to working together. Their punches and kicks carried enough force to break the bones of an ordinary person.

But Kevin was no ordinary person.

He dodged the first attack with minimal movement, his body spinning like flowing water. His hand grabbed the fifth-level practitioner's wrist, twisting it with just the right amount of pressure.

CRACK.

The sound of breaking bones echoed through the lobby.

The practitioner screamed in pain, his knees buckling. Kevin gave him no chance to recover. His kick landed on the practitioner's left knee.

CRACK.

The second bone broke. The man fell to the floor, screaming in agony.

The sixth-level practitioner charged with rage, his punch carrying all his strength. But Kevin caught his fist with one hand, holding it as if catching a ball thrown by a child.

The practitioner's eyes widened. It was impossible. He was a sixth-level practitioner. No ordinary person could block his punch like that.

Kevin twisted his arm.

CRACK.

Then he kicked his leg.

CRACK.

The second practitioner fell beside his companion, both of them groaning in excruciating pain.

The director and the rest of his men froze. Their faces were pale, their eyes wide with undisguised fear.

"Two of your champions have fallen," Kevin said calmly, as if he had just finished a boring chore. "Who else wants to try?"

At that very moment, the main door burst open. Seven men entered with confident strides. Their clothes were casual, but their bodies were muscular, and a dangerous aura emanated from them.

Kevin sensed their strength.

Two were at the first level of the Foundation Building Realm. Three were at the third level. One was at the fourth level. And the last one, who walked arrogantly in front...

The fifth level of the Foundation Building Realm.

The director's personal army was quite impressive. No wonder they dared not to pay their debts and beat up the debt collectors who came.

Outside the building, Bill, who was leaning against a car, immediately straightened up when he saw the seven people enter. His smile widened.

"Now it's getting exciting," he muttered to Richard. "Kevin won't survive this. Those seven people are hitmen that Widiacana usually hires for dirty work. Seizing people's land, beating up those who oppose them, even killing if necessary."

Richard swallowed hard but said nothing.

Inside the building, the leader of the group of seven studied Kevin with a critical gaze.

"Is this the man?" he asked the director.

"Yes! Beat him up! Kill him if necessary!" the director shouted frantically.

The leader of the group grinned. "With pleasure."

The seven men charged at once.

What happened next was too fast for the naked eye to follow.

Kevin moved like a storm. His hands, his feet, his entire body became deadly weapons. He didn't just defeat them. He destroyed them.

The first level one practitioner tried to hit him. Kevin caught his fist, twisted his arm until it cracked, then kicked his knee from the side. The man fell with a heart-wrenching scream.

The second practitioner attacked from behind. Kevin spun around, his elbow striking the man's temple with terrifying force. The man was sent flying, his head hitting the wall, and he did not get up again.

Three third-level practitioners attacked simultaneously. Kevin faced them with movements that were almost like a dance, each step perfect, each blow hitting its target. Within seconds, all three fell with broken bones and dizzy heads.

The fourth-level practitioner took a step back, his face pale. But Kevin didn't give him a chance to flee. He appeared in front of the man in the blink of an eye, his hands gripping the man's head and slamming it into the floor.

Only the leader remained. A fifth-level practitioner of the Foundation Building Realm.

The man stared at Kevin with a mixture of fear and disbelief. "Who are you really?!"

Kevin did not answer. He moved at a speed that the naked eye could not follow. His fist landed on the leader's stomach with terrifying force.

The man coughed up blood, his knees weak. But Kevin was not finished. He broke both of the man's arms, then both of his legs. And finally, a blow to the head that wasn't hard enough to kill, but hard enough to ensure the man would never be able to walk or use his hands normally again.

"You like breaking the bones of innocent people," Kevin said coldly as he looked at the seven men lying on the floor. "You like beating up the weak. Now feel for yourselves what you do to others."

A shot rang out. Director Widiacana had shot Kevin from behind. He had even used up all his bullets.

But then, it became apparent that Kevin had caught many of the bullets between his fingers. Not a single one had managed to hit Kevin's body.

Director Widiacana trembled violently. His gun fell. He backed up until his back hit the wall, his eyes wildly searching for a way out.

"W-wait!" He shouted with a trembling voice. "We can talk! How much do you want? I can pay—"

"Fifty billion." Kevin cut him off. "No less."

"F-fifty billion?! I don't have that much money!"

Kevin raised his eyebrows. "Your company's net profit this year is two hundred and ninety billion. Don't lie to me."

The director froze. How did this man know?

"I-I..." He swallowed. "All right, all right. But how about we make a deal? I'll give you five billion, and you tell the Wibisono Group that we can't pay. How about it? Five billion for you alone. No need to report to anyone."

Kevin stared at the director coldly. Then without warning, he stepped forward and punched the director in the stomach.

The director bent over, coughing, almost vomiting.

"Fifty billion." Kevin repeated. "Transfer it now."

"O-okay! Okay!"

With trembling hands, the director took out his mobile phone and began to make the transfer. But after a few moments, he looked at Kevin with a pale face.

"I-I can only transfer thirty billion now. The rest... the rest is in the form of a cheque. I promise the cheque is valid. I promise!"

Kevin stared at him for a long time. "If that cheque bounces, I'll be back. And this time, I won't be so nice."

The director nodded frantically, wrote the cheque with trembling hands and handed it to Kevin.

Kevin took the cheque, glanced at it, then turned and walked out of the building without another word.

Behind him, Director Widiacana slumped to the floor, his body shaking violently. Around him, his subordinates and hired thugs lay in various states of broken bones.

---