A Man Like None Other - Season 4 Episode 66

Below My League

“Please calm down, Mr. Jantz!” Leonardo tried to pacify Zachariah.

“Our top priority now is to gather the herbs for Crescent Sect so that Master Venicus can get started on the longevity pills. Jared is but a small fry, so let’s ignore him for the time being. A few prominent families in the Warriors Alliance are already eyeing the Whitaker family’s assets. Phoenix Regiment has even started taking over some of those assets. We have to get to them quickly before the rest. Otherwise, we will not be able to raise the necessary funds for the herbs!” he said.

“Phoenix Regiment… They are always going against us! It’s only a matter of time before I remove them from the Warriors Alliance and chase them out of Summerbank!” Zachariah narrowed his eyes in resentment.

“I’m going to call for a Warriors Alliance meeting tomorrow. If they don’t do as I demand, we will have to display our powers and beat them into submission!” He slammed down on the table in fury, breaking it into smithereens.

Meanwhile, Jared was driving back from the Jantz residence and was on his way back to Lizbeth’s place when he noticed two cars tailing him.

“Oh? Seems like the Jantzs are quick to act!” He gave a condescending sneer and stopped his car by the roadside.

Thinking that he had to face them sooner or later anyway, he had no intention to run away from the Jantz family.

The two cars that were tailing him stopped behind him as expected. Four big men alighted from the second car and hurriedly went over to open the door of the first car.

A bearded man, aged around fifty years old, came out of the car as his four followers stood in line respectfully. The man was Master Iron, the head of Iron Gate Academy.

Jared frowned in puzzlement, as those men did not seem to be from the Jantz family.

“Master, he’s the one who killed Jason!” one of the men pointed at Jared and furiously said.

It became clear to Jared that the men before him were from Iron Gate Academy. He recognized two of them were with Jason when they last met.

Master Iron looked Jared up and down, then roared at him, “You punk, you killed my disciple and yet dare to stay on in Summerbank? You really have no regard for us, do you?”

Jared couldn’t help but chuckle as he looked at Master Iron, who strangely looked similar to Jason. He was amused that those who practice Impenetrable Skill seemed to look alike and jested to himself that looks must be the top criteria when they select their disciples.

When Master Iron saw that Jared was smiling, he flew into a rage. “Why the hell are you smiling? Did you not hear what I said?”

“It’s no wonder that Francis and Jason were so lousy. With you as their master, there is no way they can have much accomplishment! I’m sure you’re well aware that your disciples were the ones who picked a fight with me first. They only lost their lives because they were incompetent. As their master, you should have reflected on yourself and worked on improving your skills and teachings instead of coming for me!” Jared chided.

“Francis was no longer part of Iron Gate Academy, so I don’t give a d*mn about him. However, Jason is my disciple, and anyone who harms him has no respect for us. That makes you our enemy. I don’t care why he challenged you in the first place, but you should not have killed him!” Master Iron was livid as he growled at Jared.

“So what if I have no respect for you? Feel free to come at me and earn your respect if you can! If you don’t have the capabilities to do so, then buzz off! I hate people who only like to boast.” Jared was annoyed by the unreasonable attitude displayed by Master Iron.

“Young punk, how dare you talk to me so disrespectfully?” Master Iron was angered.

He let out a powerful wave of energy and directed it at Jared.

As he was doing so, his body shimmered with a golden glow, making it a dazzling display of power.

Instantly, a wild gust of wind whipped up the dust on the road, and all his disciples quickly moved away to take cover.

Jared watched Master Iron with little interest. “You are indeed better than your disciples, but unfortunately, you are still way below my league.”