An Understated Dominance - Chapter 231

The conference room buzzed with excitement when the elder with a hawk-like nose walked in. Everyone looked at him with respect, knowing he was the King of Kicks, even if they didn’t know him personally. He was an expert ranked ninth in The Hundred Immortals, and meeting him was a rare opportunity.

“You really invited the King of Kicks?” Jessica said in surprise. She hadn’t expected Natasha to bring back such a powerful figure from Millsburg.

It was well-known that the King of Kicks had a big ego, making it difficult to get him to agree to anything. Natasha must have put in a lot of effort to convince him to come to Swinton.

“There have been many eyes on Immortunal lately. I had to take precautions,” Natasha replied calmly. She had been keeping watch on Boulderthorn’s activities, which is why she prepared early.

“We need at least three people for a fight. With the King of Kicks, we still need two more,” Quentin interrupted. While the King of Kicks was very skilled, he couldn’t take on multiple opponents alone.

“I can help if you need more people,” Dustin offered. He didn’t want to just sit back, especially since he felt responsible.

“You? Who do you think you are? You’re not worthy to fight for the Harmon family,” Quentin scoffed.

“Are you going to take my place then?” Dustin shot back, leaving Quentin momentarily speechless, unable to find a retort.

“This is an important battle. You’re not even a qualified doctor. I hope you’re not just here for the thrill,” Jessica said calmly, glancing at Mr.

Wangley and Mr. Chapman were solid choices. With their help, the King of Kicks would surely show off his skills even better.

“Dustin, you just fought Brody. They might be coming for you. It’s safer if you don’t get involved,” Natasha said gently.

She knew Dustin was talented, but Boulderthorn was tough. She didn’t want to put him in danger by letting him join the fight.

“Okay. It’s your call,” Dustin replied with a smile, deciding not to push the issue. After they confirmed the names of those who would fight, Mr. Wangley stepped forward and addressed the King of Kicks, “Sir Cavaliere, I hope we can work well together!”

The King of Kicks scoffed, “I don’t need anyone’s help. I can win by myself. You weaklings should just watch.”

Mr. Wangley frowned. “Sir Cavaliere, even though you’re the King of Kicks and very skilled, fighting a crowd alone will be tough. I’m also one of The Hundred Immortals. My ranking might be lower, but I’m not that weak.”

“How dare you compare yourself to me?” the old man with the hawk-like nose sneered.

“Sir Cavaliere, don’t underestimate me!” Mr. Wangley’s anger rose. He was used to being respected and didn’t take being dismissed lightly.

“What? Can’t handle the truth?” the King of Kicks mocked. “You should be proud if you can survive even one of my kicks.”

“Fine! I’d love to see how skilled you really are!” Mr. Wangley couldn’t hold back any longer and charged at him.

“Amateurs,” the King of Kicks said, casually placing his hands behind his back. He kicked out like a flash. Mr. Wangley swung his fist to block the kick. Their limbs collided with a loud bang.

Mr. Wangley was thrown backward, and he felt a sharp pain in his arm—it was dislocated.

Blood rushed to his face, making him feel faint.

“You…” he started to say, but before he could finish, blood burst from his mouth, leaving his face pale.

“Do you see the difference now?” the old man said with a smug smile. “Honestly, I didn’t even use half of my strength for that kick.” Mr. Wangley was taken aback, his expression changing to one of disbelief.