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
toe 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 toe 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 shing metal reverberated throughout the entire ck Fist establishment, capturing
the unwavering attention of everyone, who stared intently at thepetition on the stage.
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Jake, never expecting Kingsley to withstand his punch, was taken aback. His gaze shed, 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.
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 ck 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 shed 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 ck Fist Gang if anything happened to
Kingsley. Even if the Stewart Family didn''t target the ck Fist Gang, he would also have a hard
time exining 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.