The Supreme Man: Took Everything in Power

Chapter 691 The Invincible Boss Nicholson

"Oh my god! He sent that man flying. He actually sent that man flying!"

"How could that Nicholson guy be so powerful?! He injured his opponent to the point of spitting out blood. That's amazing!"

"I lost all my money! If I had known, I would have bet on that young man."

Shocked, excited, or devastated.

Everyone was discussing the results and screaming.

The scene suddenly became chaotic.

Baron jumped three feet off the ground.

He laughed so hard that the corners of his mouth almost reached his ears.

While raising both hands, he cheered, "Boss Nicholson is invincible!"

Wendell, who was standing with the other members of the Black Fist Gang, was also flushing from excitement.

He shouted along with Baron, "Boss Nicholson is invincible!"

The members of the Black Fist Gang, who were previously angered by Oscar's mockery, finally had a chance to hold their heads up high!

One by one, they followed suit and chanted, "Boss Nicholson is invincible!"

"Boss Nicholson is invincible!"

Their voices were loud and full of power.

They completely drowned out the noise from the audience.

Amidst the shouts of the Black Fist Gang, Oscar turned pale as he sat down in the spectator seats, muttering to himself, "It's over... Mr. Radcliff's plan is ruined... What do we do now..."

He looked up at Bronte, feeling anxious.

"Mr. Stewart, what do we do now? Kingsley is too strong... It seems like we can't do anything about the Black Fist Gang today..."

At this moment, Bronte didn't care about Mr. Radcliff or the Black Fist Gang.

After snapping out of his thoughts, he immediately jumped onto the ring and stood beside Zephyr.

"Zephyr! Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Zephyr took a deep breath, suppressing his urge to spit out blood again, and weakly replied, "I'm fine. Help me up."

Bronte exerted force with his left arm and helped Zephyr to his feet. "Zephyr, are you not that man's match either?"

Zephyr coughed twice.

Cough, cough— "That man has a terrifying aura. Just now... I felt like I was on the battlefield…"

Feeling mixed feelings, he looked at Kingsley while he spoke.

"Who… who are you exactly? How can you possess such a terrifying killing intent?"

"I am from the underworld. Isn't it normal to have a bit of a strong killing intent?" Kingsley shrugged. "But you, you only have good skills but lack experience in real battles. It's such a pity!"

Zephyr's expression darkened.

That was because he knew that Kingsley was right. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

The Stewarts of his generation had only inherited their family's powerful ancient martial arts but never experienced real battles.

At this moment, Kingsley took a step forward and looked into Zephyr's eyes.

"By the way, do you have anything to say about my boxing technique?"

To confirm his suspicions, Kingsley deliberately displayed the boxing technique taught to him by his godfather.

He wanted to see if this boxing technique was from the Stewart family.

However, Zephyr shook his head.

"Your boxing technique seems ordinary, and with only a hint of fierceness. In terms of boxing skills, you can't beat me."

Upon hearing that, Kingsley couldn't help but be taken aback. "You've never seen this boxing technique before?"

"No, I've never seen it before…" Cough, cough—

After speaking a few words, Zephyr started coughing again.

Then, Bronte angrily reprimanded Kingsley, "What are you doing? Just accept that you've won. Why do you keep asking questions? Do you want Zephyr to admit that your boxing technique is superior to his? Let me tell you, the Stewart Family has a total of 81 sets of boxing techniques, and any one of them is a hundred times stronger than yours!"

Though skeptical, Kingsley didn't argue.

Could it be... that the boxing technique Godfather taught me isn't from the Stewart Family? If that's the case, why does Bronte and Zephyr's hidden strength resonate with mine?