The Supreme Man: Took Everything in Power

Chapter 714 What An Arrogant Young Man!

He received a direct punch to the chest from Kingsley, and a gush of blood erupted from his mouth uncontrollably.

Horace retreated several steps, barely managing to regain his balance.

Clutching his chest, he wore a face filled with astonishment. "How can you be so powerful?"

Kingsley nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders. "Powerful? I've only used thirty percent of my power." Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

As Horace grasped the extent of his mockery, a furious surge coursed through his veins, agitating his heart.

A nauseating sound echoed through the air as yet another gush of blood erupted from his mouth.

Witnessing Horace repeatedly coughing up blood, the bodyguards turned ashen-faced, paralyzed with terror.

Never could they have imagined that someone as formidable as Horace would prove powerless against this young man standing before them.

As Kingsley's casually mocking words reached their ears, their fear reached an apex, their bodies drenched in cold sweat.

Having been part of the Timothy Family for an extensive period, it was the first time they had witnessed Horace in such a miserable state.

Cassius' mouth gaped in astonishment, taking a moment to regain composure.

With Kingsley's astounding power, a sensation seemed to surge within him, breaking free from its cocoon.

Unwittingly, Cassius began to ponder over the enticing offer Kingsley had previously extended.

To journey and conquer alongside such an indomitable figure would undoubtedly etch their names into the history of the martial world.

No man could possibly resist succumbing to such an irresistible allure.

In the midst of Cassius' surging emotions, Horace shifted his gaze toward Kingsley, uttering, "Kingsley, this matter concerns the Timothys. Are you sure you want to get involved?"

"The Timothys?" Kingsley let out an indifferent chuckle.

"Let's put aside the fact that I've never heard of the Timothys. Even if they are so powerful, I'm not afraid of them.

"As long as I'm here today, you aren't separating Cassius and his family!"

"Well," Horace exclaimed, his countenance turning dark.

"Perhaps you are unaware that Mr. Timothy is the owner of the Holdaway Golf Estate.

"Though he has retreated from the public eye for quite some time, the Timothys' wealth still remains unmatched in Cleapolis.

"Do you believe that with just a word from Mr. Timothy, he could render you forever insignificant in Cleapolis?"

Kingsley raised an eyebrow.

"Holdaway Golf Estate? The place where the martial forces hold their meetings? Isn't the owner of that estate a friend of Jarett Cole?"

"Good that you know," Horace growled through gritted teeth, suppressing the pain in his chest as he spoke with a cold demeanor.

"If you dare to get involved in this matter again, get ready to face the might of Mr. Timothy and Mr. Cole!

"Kingsley, I suggest you think long and hard. Is it truly worth provoking the rage of these two mighty figures for the sake of Cassius?"

Kingsley flashed a subtle smile. "As long as Cassius sees me as a friend, it's worth it! Moreover, John Timothy and Jarett Cole are not worth my concern in the martial world."

"What an arrogant young man!" Horace wiped the bloodstain off the corner of his mouth. "You better not regret this!"

Impatiently, Kingsley waved his hand dismissively. "Why waste your breath? If you're up for a fight, I'll be here till the very end. But if you lack the guts, then gather your man and get lost! Don't be a nuisance to me any longer!"

Hearing Kingsley's reprimand, Horace seethed with anger. As a sixty-year-old man, he couldn't bear being insulted by a young man in his twenties.

His fury surged within him, threatening to ignite and consume him from within.

Nevertheless, he was well aware of his inferiority to Kingsley when it came to prowess and skill.

Horace clenched his teeth tightly and pointed at Cassius, warning him sternly, "I'll spare you for now. But remember, he won't protect you forever. Regardless, I will bring Miss Shannon back soon!"

Having delivered his warning, Horace swiftly turned around and bellowed, "Let's go!"

Soon after, he led his group of bodyguards and left the stationery store.

As they left, a profound silence settled within the store, leaving behind nothing but shattered glass and a scene of utter chaos.

Shannon's eyes welled up with tears as she murmured, "It seems that my father is determined in taking me back. What should I do?"