"If you also dream of a just world, of living without fear of being crushed by others, then follow me!" Sean paused, hands clenching into white-knuckled fists. Sweat beaded his skin from the excruciating pain, yet still he ground out, "Why should I trust you?""If I remember correctly, you won match after match for Jonathan Henderson, earning him piles of cash. Yet when you were no longer useful, he discarded you from the ring and let others abuse you.""I also know you're filled with anger and hatred, resenting your humiliation. You want vengeance, to return the humiliation a hundredfold. But Jonathan Henderson is already dead by my hand." Jason idly dusted off his clothes."Wha-... What did you say?"Sean froze, shock rolling through him in waves. He whirled around. "You...you killed Jonathan Henderson?"The sensational news of Jonathan's death had already spread through Emerald City. Though Sean felt it poetic justice, he was curious who could wield such power.The truth dawning
"I'm begging you, please..."In but a moment, his forehead split open from the impacts.The blood-covered old master and his dozen disciples cried out in anguish, their despairing howls pitiful yet unable to even lift their heads."Senior Brother, no!"Mere minutes ago, the six elites of the Northern Faction had swept aside their entire Krav Maga lineage.Effortless as snapping withered branches.Especially Larry, whose might was terrifying.As the disciples wailed, an old robed man watched on with a cold sneer, satisfaction and arrogance writ on his face - Larry's master, Frank, famed as the Taekwondo Grandmaster.Years ago, he had triumphed over Sean's master on this very ground, crippling the now bloodied failure. Today, as his proudest disciple neared graduation into the martial world, his first thought had been of Krav Maga for Larry to hone his skills.He had expected a challenge, yet to think they were but useless rabble, with Larry hardly warmed up. But then, Jason stepped f
"Be careful, dodge quickly!" Sean and his brothers cried out desperately. Furious as they were, the old monster's skills were formidable. His leg techniques were virtually peerless among the Northern Faction, akin to a grandmaster's. Jason was stronger than Sean, but not enough to face Taekwondo's grandmaster head on. Such arrogance would only lead to utter defeat or death. Even their own worn master shook his head helplessly. Frank was dozens of times stronger than Larry. Unless the boy had grasped the essence of BJJ under a grandmaster's tutelage, he stood no chance.To think he could win was sheer fantasy!"Master, cripple this scum! Avenge senior brother Larry! Break his limbs and sever his tendons, leave him bedridden for life!" "An insignificant Krav Maga whelp dares insult Taekwondo lineage? I'll slaughter the ignorant fool!" Larry grit his teeth bitterly, venom in his voice. "Master, kill that mongrel!"Amidst their enraged roars from all sides, the crushing killing intent
Jason had made a call earlier. Could that have been related? While they'd prefer to believe it was just an unfortunate mishap, the circumstances seemed too clean, as if guided by an outside force."Gurgle...gurgle..." Meanwhile, Jason took deep breaths, silently sensing the changes within his body. The mystical chant's enhancements came and went quickly, leaving weakness in their wake.But this time was different. He had tried segmenting the power output rather than unleashing it all at once. The attempt was very successful - he had won the bout without draining himself to the point he couldn't stand. Still, exhaustion lingered. More refinement was needed.Sensing the stares upon him, Jason was unsurprised. Frank and his six companions' "accident" had of course been his doing. Showing mercy to one's enemies was cruelty to oneself. Hands clasped behind his back, he mused, "What do you want to know? What will you ask?"Sean had barely opened his mouth when his master quickly pulled h
The old master also nodded along. In his eyes, it was impressive enough for someone as young as Jason to have such incredible martial skill. But such miraculous medical arts were beyond the reach of ordinary people. Jason could only shake his head helplessly, not bothering to explain further. He simply told Sean his hand would recover in days. By now, several cars had arrived outside to pick up the disciples, with Kyle leading. As acquaintances, he and Sean exchanged bittersweet sentiments - so much had changed in just a few days!The old master refused to leave, content to sweep floors here for the rest of his years, watching his disciples grow. They understood his thinking, knowing words couldn't sway the man. They could only promise to visit often, leaving together in the car fleet, fading into the distance.All that remained was a lone, aged figure.Steven had been working diligently, already preparing the mansion purchase. The Eastern District was the economic heart of Emerald
The mansion was bought, but still needed some furnishing before they could move in, likely several more days. He had to regain Susan's trust in that time.Trust was so precious to him because of past experience. If his grandfather had trusted him all those years ago, he would never have been exiled for a decade. Now, his eldest brother was gravely ill, needing a bone marrow transplant - as his brother, Jason was the ideal donor.Yet when this issue arose, the first thing his grandfather considered was having Jason sacrifice himself to save his eldest brother, regardless of whether he lived or died.Jason wasn't surprised by this cold-blooded decision. His grandfather, Old Wesley, was a callous, ruthless, honorless man who had never cared for him, only the elder brother. What did surprise Jason was his mother unexpectedly helping him this time. If not for her blocking, his grandfather would have already sent people to collect him by force. How could his vicious sister-in-law not have
"Ow! What the hell, riding that thing so fast? You trying to run me over? Can you even afford to pay if you'd injured me?" an indignant, familiar voice yelled.Recognizing it, Jason was taken aback. When he saw who it was, he exclaimed, "Kelly Harris?"The girl before him was none other than Jeffery Harris' granddaughter, whom Jason had met briefly at Emerald City Hospital. What were the odds running into her again here?"You!" Kelly Harris also cried out in surprise upon recognizing him, though she quickly added disdainfully, "Charlatan." "Still harping on that, you little rascal? I already said I'm no charlatan," Jason shot back, exasperated. Waving her off, he continued, "Forget it, not worth arguing with a kid."But Kelly only glared and retorted, "Who are you calling a kid? I'm a legal adult now, I'll have you know! And you think you can just run after knocking me over? Not even an apology?""Little girl, look around. You're the one who ran a red light. If anything, I should bil
Seeing this, Stephen was furious, but Jason waved it off with a faint smile. "Just an empty reputation. Whether I'm called Master or not makes no difference. True skill shines through anywhere.""You are absolutely right, Master. With your skills, you will surely outshine them all here. They are the blind, ignorant ones," Stephen agreed fervently.He quickly produced two invitations, one originally for his absent master. With Jason taking it, they could attend the conference together. The Chinese Medicine Conference was quite prestigious, drawing hospital delegations from a dozen institutions nationwide and many acclaimed physicians, even two legendary masters headlining the event. Just over a hundred people, but the cream of the crop.Upon entering the hall, Jason saw the conference was already underway, with a group examining an elderly man. "Charlatan? How'd you get in? Security's tight here," Kelly Harris exclaimed in surprise, having ditched him earlier.Jason just smiled and w