I Am the Ruler of All (Kingsley) novel Chapter 824

As Jonathan led the Stewarts and carried the unconscious Bronte away in panic, Baron burst into laughter and exclaimed, "Hahaha! Kingsley, although the Stewarts have great fighting skills, they're too cowardly. It's like they've never seen blood before."

Kingsley smirked. "They make a living by running a dōjō. How could they have witnessed much bloodshed?"

Suddenly, he remembered something. "By the way, Baron, what about those two from the Sweoya? Didn't you say they were demanding to see me?"

"That's right! There's those two scoundrels as well." Baron facepalmed.

"Kingsley, please wait a moment. I'll send someone to bring them here right away!"

Kingsley suggested, "You should personally go and meet them. Those two are cunning and deceitful, so it's best if you keep an eye on them yourself."

"Yes!"

Baron agreed and immediately led a few subordinates to the residence behind the dōjō.

In the meantime, Kingsley sat alone in the spectator seat, furrowing his brows while carefully replaying everything that had just transpired.

Now, it was evident that the martial arts taught to him by his godfather originated from the Seavale Stewart Family.

Most importantly, it was the Stewarts' Unrevealed Secret Technique!

As the only family in Qustia that still possessed an ancient martial arts succession, the Stewarts almost represented the pinnacle of the country's martial arts.

It was clear how valuable that set of martial arts techniques was.

But... the issue was, why did his godfather only teach him a fraction of it?

Kingsley closed his eyes slightly and vaguely speculated a possibility…

When he led troops on the battlefield, as long as he had accurate marksmanship and was proficient in military strategy, being a master martial artist was enough.

It was enough to ensure victory in every battle.

As the God of War, the most crucial aspect was coordinating the overall situation and commanding thousands of troops.

If he had formidable strength, it would instead lead to individual heroism and neglect teamwork within troops.

He might even recklessly charge forward due to excessive self-confidence.

On the battlefield, every bullet could kill.

Also, bombs could annihilate all flesh and blood.

As soon as they saw Kingsley, Cedric exclaimed, "Mr. Nicholson, you finally showed up!"

Kingsley smiled and said, "What's wrong, Mr. Stanton? Are you not accustomed to staying here?"

"It's not a matter of being accustomed to this place." Cedric approached, rubbing his hands.

"The main issue is that these people are overprotecting us. They were so afraid the police might track us that they won't even let us use our phones."

Kingsley chuckled and said, "Isn't that a good thing? Selling military weapons in Qustia is a serious offense, so you must be cautious."

"But..." Cedric's eyes flickered.

"To be honest with you, Mr. Nicholson, we also have superiors. There might be trouble if we lose contact with our superiors for a long time."

Superiors?

Kingsley narrowed his eyes slightly and thought to himself, The so-called superiors should be the leader of Team Nightcrawler, Stork!

Now he knew that Stork was Xaria, the manager of Jadeland Heights, an idea suddenly came to his mind.