Chapter: 447
Everyone looked astonished upon hearing the mention. They had clearly heard of the King of Kicks–those who ranked on The Hundred Immortals were extraordinary talents, not to mention the legends who made it into the top ten!
A powerful man like the King of Kicks would command respect anywhere he went. His presence at their unremarkable guild was akin to an attack from a higher level. Not even the Boulderthorn disciples could overshine him.
“Wow! I’m surprised that the Harmons have hired the King of Kicks! They are indeed wealthy!”
“With the King of Kicks around, the Harmons are definitely winning the battle.”
“He can take on every single opponent at the scene with his capability!”
After the initial shock, the spectators started to anticipate the fight. After today, they could boast that they had witnessed the King of Kicks in action.
“Ms. Harmon, your martial artists seem weak. Why don’t you send the top gun?” Brody challenged her with a sneer. Winning two consecutive rounds boosted his confidence.
“Sir Cavaliere, I’ll bank on you.” Natasha looked at the hawk–nosed elder.
“Hmph! Didn’t I tell you not to waste your time? What are those two good–for–nothings doing here?” The man appeared disdainful. His remark upset Stephan and Mr. Wangley, who were being treated for their injuries on the side. Still, they dared not talk back to him.
“Sir Cavaliere, you’re right. These two aren’t at the same level as you. They’re just here to fill up the quota,” Quentin quickly sucked up to the King of Kicks..
“Please, Sir Cavaliere.” Natasha, refusing to engage in more talk, gestured toward the battle ring.
“Sure! Since I’m paid to do this, I’ll walk around the ring!” He smiled and marched right into the ring. His appearance led to a huge commotion among the audience.
“Fuck! It’s truly the King of Kicks! Am I dreaming?”
“That’s unexpected! The Harmons must have spent a fortune to get him here!”
“When you have one of the top ten from The Hundred Immortals in the ring, it’s practically a massacre, isn’t it?”
“I thought the Harmons were going to lose! But the tables have turned!”
The atmosphere in the guild reached a climax due to the presence of the King of Kicks.
“Although this has cost us a fortune, it is worth it solely for the shock factor. The corner of Jessica’s lips curled into a rare smile.
“That’s true! Once the King of Kicks defeats the lineup from Mr. Williams‘ side, no one will look for trouble with us anymore!” Quentin concurred with a nod.
“Too bad the King of Kicks is an egotistical lone wolf. We can’t work with him for long.” Natasha shook her head regretfully.
“Oh, what do you know? Legends are special and act in their own ways. That’s why they’re different from us!” Quentin sounded like a know–it–all and was promptly ignored by Natasha.
“Silence!” The hawk–nosed elder pressed on the floor of the ring. When the audience quieted, he announced, “I have caught the flu and felt sick today. Therefore, I shall surrender and forfeit the battle today!” Chaos erupted among the audience.
“What? Is he surrendering?”
“That can’t be! He’s the King of Kicks and ninth on The Hundred Immortals. How could he give up because of flu?”
“Fuck! That’s no surrender. He’s doing it on purpose!”