110: Chapter 110: It’s Your Turn, Expert from the Yutian Sect_1 110: Chapter 110: It’s Your Turn, Expert from the Yutian Sect_1 “The Yutian Sect, haha, such bluster.”
Carson Flores rose from the stone, his expression calm, his lips even curled into a faint smile.
“Malcolm Gross, isn’t it?” Before we start, let give you a piece of advice.
Turn around and leave now; stay out of the Jas Family’s affairs, and I’ll pretend you weren’t here today.”
Malcolm Gross sneered, “Arrogant brat, what if I don’t leave?”
Carson Flores smiled, “Don’t want to leave?
Then stay.
The scenery here is quite nice, a perennial sleep here wouldn’t be half bad.”
Malcolm Gross burst into loud laughter, “With just you?
Relying on a few years of practice, you run wild, thinking there’s no one in the world who can rival you?
Truly ignorant and arrogant.”
Shepard Jas could no longer contain himself and stepped forward, “Carson Flores, I’m giving you one last chance.
Save my father, or I’ll kill you right now.”
Carson Flores stretched out his hand, beckoning, “Co!”
“Seeking death!”
Shepard Jas’s eyes were afla with fury as he pounced towards Carson Flores, leaping into the air and fiercely aiming a knee strike at Carson Flores’s chest.
Carson Flores dodged to the side without retaliating, taunting, “You even spoke of killing whole families, is this it?
With moves like that, you couldn’t even kill a chicken.”
Shepard Jas’s face turned ashen with rage as his attacks grew fiercer, but Carson Flores’s movents were as graceful as the wind and as elusive as a specter, causing all of Shepard Jas’s assaults to miss.
In the midst of the tiny space, it seed as if Shepard Jas was battling an invisible ghost.
Furious, Shepard Jas bellowed, “Have the guts not to dodge, damn it, I’ll burst your head with one punch!”
Carson Flores steadied his stance and replied indifferently, “Fine, I’ll grant your wish, so you don’t die with your eyes wide open!”
“Die!”
Shepard Jas shouted as he closed the distance, channeling all his energy into a punch, his sleeves snapping with the force, indicating the ferocity of his strike.
Carson Flores did not dodge but threw a punch of his own.
“Bang!”
“Crack!”
Amidst the dull impact of the colliding fists, ca the sound of Shepard Jas’s wrist breaking.
Shepard Jas felt an intense pain in his wrist.
His bone had fractured, bending his hand at a grotesque ninety-degree angle.
“My hand!”
Shepard Jas scread as he retreated, cradling his arm, his eyes brimming with horror.
His full-powered punch had been effortlessly crushed by Carson Flores!
“Master!”
Shepard Jas made a snap decision and pushed back rapidly, crying out for help, “This guy is too strong, I’m no match, please help Master!”
Malcolm Gross approached with an air of nonchalance, sneering, “No wonder you’re so arrogant, you do have so skill.
But before , that’s not enough!”
Carson Flores smirked, “It’s your turn, expert of the Yutian Sect.”
Midway to Carson Flores, Malcolm Gross suddenly dipped his stance, forcefully pressed his foot into the ground, which instantly cracked open a small hole, and he closed in on Carson Flores like a ghost, slapping a palm onto Carson Flores’s chest.
After striking with his palm, Malcolm Gross cleanly pulled back, standing two ters opposite Carson Flores, hands clasped behind his back, exuding the aura of a master.
“Kid, this palm has shattered your internal organs, you’re done.
In your next life, rember to be more humble.”
Carson Flores looked down at his chest, flexed his hand, and fanned the front of his clothing.
“The disciple is inadequate, and the master doesn’t seem to fare much better, huh?”
Malcolm Gross’s face twisted dramatically, and a flicker of terror flashed in his eyes, “You’re fine?”
Carson Flores chuckled, “The strength is decent, perfect for tickling.
Is that all you’ve got?”
With a grave expression, Malcolm Gross considered his last palm strike; he had not used his full strength, but at least seventy percent, and he had hit Carson Flores, who hadn’t dodged at all.
Even a tree trunk would have been smashed by that strike, yet Carson Flores was unscathed?
Such a palm strike was imbued with powerful Inner Qi, its might astonishing.
How could he have blocked it?
Unless he had reached the astounding realm of transforming Inner Qi into Gang Qi, with Gang Qi protecting his body.
But he was only around twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, how could soone so young have reached such a lofty level?
I have been cultivating for decades and am still rely at the initial stage of Inner Qi, far from transforming it into Gang Qi.
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
He must have sustained an injury and was now bluffing with his words.
“You can take it, can you?
Then take a couple more hits.”
Malcolm Gross moved in swiftly, throwing a punch at Carson Flores’s head, as fast as the wind.
If this punch landed, it would explode Carson Flores’s head with a single blow!
Carson Flores stepped back, extending his hand, blocking the fist.
Malcolm Gross’s punch hit Carson Flores’s palm, but the surging force seed to vanish without trace.
Carson Flores stood his ground, as immovable as a towering mountain.
Malcolm Gross was dumbfounded.
This ti, Carson Flores made his move.
He surged forward, shoulders raised like a Giant Ape, and then ramd into Malcolm Gross’s embrace.
Malcolm Gross was sent flying like a paper doll, his body propelled several ters and with a crack, smashed into a tree trunk the thickness of a bowl, breaking it before ricocheting back to the ground.
“Pff!”
Malcolm Gross spat out a mouthful of blood, staring at Carson Flores in panic, exclaiming, “Giant Ape Eight Strikes, what’s your relationship with Andrew?”
Carson Flores raised an eyebrow, his gaze icy, “You recognize it, huh?
Seems my master left quite the impression on the Yutian Sect back in the day.”
Malcolm Gross’s pupils contracted, his body trembling uncontrollably from imnse fear, his voice shaking, “Andrew is your master?”
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