King's Awakening

Chapter 52: Leonardo, the Underground Boxing King!

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

At Longman’s command, everyone leapt out of the car and stormed into the city village, their menacing aura pulsing in waves.

They were vicious and ruthless, a thick cloud of malice hovering about them. Their faces bore the unmistakeable warning to all: ‘keep out’.

The tenants, who thought they were safe after Amanda’s people had left, were startled when another group arrived not even ten minutes later.

This group clearly looked even more ferocious than the last. Everyone was armed and ready for a fight.

“What are you looking at? Keep staring and we’ll chop you up and toss you into River Arch! ”

Someone who was a little slow in closing their windows was promptly threatened by Longman Jack’s men, causing them to hastily retreat.

At this moment, Longman Jack’s men resembled merciless landlords, instilling fear wherever they went.

Soon, under Ezekiel’s guidance, Longman’s men came to the dimly lit alley that leads to Beckett’s house.

But, as they were about to enter the alleyway, Ezekiel suddenly stopped.

“What’s going on?” Longman barked. Ezekiel swallowed nervously then respectfully said, “Mister… Mister Longman, it was them. Adam was beaten up by them.”

Upon hearing this, Longman followed the direction Ezekiel was pointing at. It was White Mitchell and Kylin, slowly making their way outward.

The alley was dim with no street lights. Longman squinted his eyes. He couldn’t see White Mitchell’s face clearly.

“Everyone, step aside. Let them come out.” Longman ordered.

His men immediately moved aside, allowing White Mitchell and his companions to step out from the alley and onto the city village’s street.

At this moment, Longman and the rest finally got a clear view of White Mitchell.

He looked like a scholarly young man, not someone who could beat Adam to such a state.

The young man standing behind him, on the other hand, seemed much more aggressive and intimidating, radiating a ruthlessness that others dared not provoke.

As for Beckett, he looked so ordinary that he was completely ignored.

However, at this moment, Longman’s eyes suddenly narrowed, his facial expression became grave.

“Amanda!?”

Naturally, Longman did not expect Amanda to be here as well.

Could she be White Mitchell’s backing? Or was this all a trap set up by her to lure him out?

Upon seeing Amanda, Longman immediately became cautious.

Although Amanda appeared to be a mere woman, her influence in Sayon was no less than his.

If they were to go to war, even if he managed to win, it would come at a hefty price.

“Amanda! What is your motive for using my brother to lure me out? Are you planning to start a war with me!?”

Longman shouted sternly, his entire being radiating a powerful aura.

However, instead of responding to his accusation, Amanda stood respectfully behind White Mitchell, shooting Longman a glance that made him look like a complete fool.

What?

To Longman, something was off about the look in Amanda’s eyes. She appeared far too confident.

Could it be that Amanda had a trump card up her sleeve?

This thought caused Longman’s eyes to narrow into slits, his gaze cold as a serpent’s.

“You guys, go and figure out what they’re made of,” Longman instructed.

Several hulking men then took a step forward. These men had been standing behind Longman, displaying a menacing aura of their own. From their aggressive posture, it was evident they were seasoned street fighters skilled in some form of martial arts.

Without hesitation, they charged towards White Mitchell and his group, their fierce momentum seemingly unstoppable.

However, just as they were about to reach White Mitchell, a figure like a javelin blocked their route. It was Kylin!

Immediately, Kylin aimed a kick with surgical precision at one man’s abdomen. The man instantly clutched his stomach and collapsed on the ground, curled up like a cooked shrimp.

“You’re asking for it!”

The remaining men were enraged; they pulled out their machetes and headed straight for Kylin.

However, without even sparing them a glance, Kylin used his fists to send them flying.

Boom, boom, boom…

Dull thuds echoed through the air as the seven or eight men Longman had sent forward found themselves on the ground.

From start to finish, only Kylin from White Mitchell’s side had lifted a hand.

The scene fell into an eerie silence.

Everyone stared at Kylin in disbelief.

Longman, too, couldn’t help but frown, his gaze locked onto Kylin.

“Liam…” Longman was about to say something when a stern-looking man next to him cut him off and said, “Mr. Longman, I’ll take this one.”

“Leonardo, you!?” Longman was staring at Leonardo in surprise.

Leonardo cast a glance at Kylin, his eyes filled with excitement for battle. He then said, “Liam’s not up to it. Only I can take this guy down.”

There was a note of arrogance in Leonardo’s voice, which only surprised Longman further.

Leonardo was his most skilled fighter, brought from the underground fight club after much effort.

Prior to joining Longman, Leonardo was a three-year consecutive champion in the underground fight club, with a record of knocking out opponents within three seconds in ten consecutive matches.

Moreover, during his three-year reign in the underground fight club, he never once was defeated, which was terrifying.

His fists, known as the ‘Bone-breaking Hammers’, were so powerful they could shatter a skull with one punch.

Less commonly known was his status as a peak martial artist specialized in ‘eight extremes boxing’. It was precisely this that enticed Longman to recruit him.

Being aware of Leonardo’s strength made Longman more taken aback when Leonardo volunteered.

Longman then turned his gaze onto Kylin, wondering, “When did Amanda get such a figure under her command, someone I’ve never seen before?”

“Leonardo, should Liam accompany…” Longman wanted to propose sending two men for a more secure outcome, but Leonardo interrupted him before he could finish speaking.

“Mr. Longman, Liam would not be of much help against this level of opponent.

Don’t worry, this guy may be strong, but my fists are stronger!”

Having said that, Leonardo confidently strode towards Kylin.

In no time, Leonardo stood before Kylin. With his fists crossed and a proud look on his face, he said, “I am Leonardo, of the Eight-Polar Sect at White Horse Mountain. I’ve come to experience your expertise! May I know to whom you are apprenticed? In case I accidentally kill you with my fists, I would need to inform your master to retrieve your body..”