The Supreme Man: Took Everything in Power

Chapter 712 Can't Even Make It to the List

Secondly, it's about what Horace mentioned earlier—the time.

He just said that Shannon left the Timothy Family seventeen years ago.

Seventeen years ago was also the time when Kingsley's parents were killed.

Could this be real? Or is it just a coincidence?

As Kingsley pondered these thoughts, Horace and Cassius' words got more aggressive.

Cassius glared with bloodshot eyes. The veins on his neck were visible.

"If you really want to take Shannon away, you'll have to step over my dead body," Cassius yelled at him.

"Fine." Horace's eyes flashed with murderous intent. "I shall grant your wish today."

He raised his fist as he spoke, ready to strike Cassius in the face. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Ah!" Shannon screamed and cried. "Mr. Stewart. Don't do it. I'll go back with you."

However, her cry came a little too late.

Horace had already swung his fist.

The powerful punch was one centimeter away from Cassius' nose.

However, it suddenly stopped.

Because Kingsley had reached out his hand and tightly gripped Horace's wrist.

Horace was taken aback and in shock and surprise.

All along, he only saw Kingsley as a student coming to buy something, so he did not even spare a glance at him.

But now, Kingsley effortlessly intercepted his attack, leaving him stunned momentarily.

Meanwhile, Cassius had long prepared himself for the worst.

He had already closed his eyes when Horace swung his fist.

The gust of wind at the tip of his nose made his skin tremble and the whole body cold down.

However, he waited for quite a while, yet the pain of the punch did not come.

He cautiously opened his eyes.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Cassius was shocked.

He had witnessed Kingsley breaking Axel's leg with a single hand at the Underworld Force Meeting.

However, now he was facing Horace, an ancient martial arts successor. This was an entirely different level.

Kingsley managed to catch Horace's punches?

Not only Horace and Cassius but even the bodyguards were dumbfounded.

None of them expected this seemingly unremarkable young man to intercept Horace's thunderous strike barehanded.

For a moment, the entire stationery shop fell silent. Only the sound of the bodyguards swallowing nervously could be heard.

After a minute, Horace spoke in a deep voice. "Who are you?"

"Me? I'm just a passerby who helps when I see any injustice."

Kingsley looked at Cassius and grinned.

"But if Mr. White accepts my olive branch, I'll be his friend."

Horace's eyes narrowed in confusion. "Olive branch? Are you trying to recruit him? Are you part of the underworld?"

Before Kingsley could reply, Horace coldly continued, "Just because you caught my fist, it doesn't mean that you can save him. I only used thirty percent of my strength just now."

Kingsley sneered. "Oh really? Show me what you've got with a hundred percent."

He sensed that although Horace's aura was intimidating, his strength was average.

In fact, he was only slightly stronger than Zephyr in the arena back then.

Most importantly, Zephyr was in his thirties while Horace was already in his sixties.

"You d*mn brat." Horace seethed with anger. "You dare to disrespect me like this. I'll let you die right here."

As a worshipper of the Timothys, he had always been revered by others.

Never had he experienced such humiliation before.

Instantly, his face turned red with rage, and his aura gradually rose.

Clack! Clack! Clack! Horace's joints made a cracking sound, and his clothes rustled without any wind.

Seeing this scene, Cassius looked horrified and warned Kingsley, "My friend, this guy is incredibly skilled. You better leave now. Don't get yourself in trouble for our sake."

Shannon also anxiously added, "He's right. Mr. Stewart is the successor of ancient martial arts. You won't stand a chance against him if he goes all out."

"Ancient martial arts successor?" Kingsley remained indifferent. "With his meager skills, he can't even make it to the Stewarts."