Chapter 434 You Can Try
“I have told you that you are unworthy, but you chose not to trust my words…” Jared grumbled casually.
Witnessing the drama firsthand, everyone gaped in astonishment. Landon’s jaw dropped so wide that one could fit an egg into it.
At first, everyone thought that Jared was just acting cool, trying to be ahead of himself. Never in a million years would they had expected Jared to be the real deal! His impudence stemmed from his true capabilities.
“Hey, punk! How dare you hurt my disciple? So what if you had taken Zachariah’s life? Since Fred is unworthy, then let me take his place and have a head-to-head battle with you.”
Lionel turned livid when he heard his beloved disciple shrieking in pain.
Unstirred, Jared shot him a cold stare and repeated his standard line, “You’re unworthy too!
“What? Such insolence and arrogance!”
The murderous intent in Lionel’s eyes intensified.
Seeing so, Jesse hurried over to prop Fred up. Then, he pleaded pitifully, “Please, Mr. Chance, don’t be furious. For my sake, please…”
“If it wasn’t on your account, he would not just be losing an arm,” Jared uttered.
“Thank you, Mr. Chance. Thank you…” Jesse expressed his gratitude repeatedly, and he assisted Fred to walk back to Lionel.
“Mr. Cohen, please don’t be angry. Mr. Chance is…” Jesse tried his best to pacify his mentor.
“Get lost!” Lionel roared rudely. He glared at Jared and declared, “You broke one of Fred’s arms. In return, I shall disable both of your limbs!”
“Be my guest.”
Jared looked Lionel in the eyes, causing the latter to shudder in trepidation.
His gaze is indifferent as if we’re all insects to him. There’s not the slightest trace of emotion in his eyes.
“Let’s see!” Lionel agreed.
A domineering aura emancipated from him, resulting in a flurry of wind swirling through the room and sweeping every little thing off the ground.
As Lionel was gathering his energy, a gentle zephyr brushed across their faces and subjugated his aura completely.
“Go ahead and strike now. Don’t mess up my room. I want it spick and span.”
Unfazed by Lionel, Jared smirked.
A frightening look flashed across Lionel’s eyes. With the way things were, he had no choice but to go all out and launch his attack.
“Argh!”
With a loud yelp, he threw a punch at Jared without hesitation.
The latter raised his arm and grabbed Lionel’s fist, thwarting his vicious plan.
“How… How can this be?”
Lionel’s eyes widened as he stared Jared down in incredulity.
My hefty punch is packed with force equivalent to a thousand pounds. How is it possible that Jared can withstand it like it’s the easiest thing to do in the world? Just then, Lionel felt a splitting pain in his fist like it was going to tear apart.
He struggled to escape Jared’s grip but found himself frozen to the spot.
Gently, Jared gave him a light push and sent him back-pedaling. Had it not been for Jared and Fred who held him there and then, Lionel would have collapsed to the ground.
“I told you so! You’re not my rightful match. Since you’re Jesse’s mentor, I’m going to spare you this once. Should you provoke me again, I’ll make sure you die an ugly death,” Jared spoke flatly.
Feeling embarrassed and dejected, Lionel’s face was as black as coal. He finally realized that Jared’s cold and indifferent gaze was a true reflection of his personal view of others—insignificant.
Looking ghastly, he sighed and admitted defeat, “We’re ignorant fools who failed to recognize a Grandmaster. I apologize for offending you, Mr. Chance.”
Lionel changed the way he addressed Jared and even kowtowed to him before leaving the room.
