I Am the Ruler of All (Kingsley) novel Chapter 690

Zephyr's furious attack met Kingsley's.

The pair had already exchanged multiple attacks within a few seconds.

Zephyr kept throwing punches at Kingsley, but his discovery soon unnerved him.

He's as good as me! Besides, there's a high chance that he has achieved the state of an expert.

Kingsley's eyes gleamed in excitement because Zephyr's performance amazed him.

It was his first time meeting an opponent of an equal level.

The sound of a fist meeting another fist could be heard from the ring.

The two moved like a flash of lightning.

The audience's eyes barely kept up with their attacks. The audience was paying the utmost attention to the fight that they forgot to cheer or applaud.

At that moment, the audience was sharing one thought. It's no longer an underground fight. We're watching the exchange between two experts like the movies!

However, Baron wasn't in the mood to enjoy the fight like the audience.

He watched the men in the ring from a distance. His palms were sweating as he felt his heart rate rise with each passing second.

He frantically prayed in his mind. You need to win this fight, Boss Nicholson!

Bronte, who was standing next to him, watched the fight with his mouth agape. He couldn't move his eyes from the two men in the ring.

The development of events had caused him to become utterly dumbstruck.

The Nicholson guy can actually fight! His skills aren't inferior to Zephyr's at all. The thought shocked Bronte.

After all, Zephyr was the most talented person among the younger generation of the Stewart Family from Diosna.

He went from a proficient fighter to becoming an expert at thirty.

However, the Nicholson guy is just a man in his early twenties. How could he be an expert like Zephyr!

The thought hit Bronte hard. Disbelief was written all over his wide eyes.

At the same moment, the fight came to a head.

Suddenly, Zephyr narrowed his eyes.

The next second, he struck at Kingsley with the intention to kill within his continuous attacks.

For the first time in his life, he was afraid of another man, and it was shown in his widened eyes.

When Kingsley exuded his aura, Zephyr felt as though he could envision thousands of enemies rushing toward him at once.

Meanwhile, he had nowhere to run. His feet were rooted in the swamp of blood, and there were bodies everywhere.

This is war!

At that moment, Zephyr found himself on a battlefield, where thousands of sacrifices happened in a blink of an eye just for one simple victory.

Sweat trickled down his forehead. His movements were slowing down due to the hesitation and fear building within him.

Zephyr was merely an ordinary man who learned martial arts from a young age. He might be talented and skilled, but he never once experienced war and death.

I can't take this!

Just as Zephyr was lost in a trance, Kingsley's fist hit his chest with a thud.

"Blech!" Zephyr coughed up blood as the momentum sent him flying across the ring and he collapsed to the ground hard.

The audience around the ring cried in surprise at the sight.