A Man Like None Other - Season 6 Episode 11

Wearing a look of utter grimness, Wolf put down his fist and shot Jared a frigid glare. “Brat, if you think that’s all I’ve got, you’ve obviously underestimated me!”

“Uncle Wolf, what on earth is going on?” Franco asked in bafflement.

“Hmph! I’d barely used up half of my strength just now. Not to mention, this small hotel might collapse if I had used my full strength! What am I supposed to do if the beauty is injured?” He threw Lizbeth a lecherous glance and licked his lips repulsively, sending her into an instant frenzy.

Hearing that, Franco heaved a sigh of relief. Ah! So that’s the case! It scared the heck out of me just now. I almost thought even such a powerful Senior Grandmaster was incomparable to him!

“Well, don’t grumble that I’m not giving you any chance. Come on. Let’s go out and see who’s the real deal!” Jared scoffed.

The next second, he carried Lizbeth in his arms and jumped out of the window. After landing swiftly on the ground, he vanished into the darkness!

“D*mn it! Don’t even think about running away from me!” Wolf lambasted when he regained his composure. Shortly after, he chased after the duo.

“Uncle Wolf!” Trying to withstand the excruciating pain, Franco had no choice but to quicken his pace to catch up on Wolf. Even though he had to endure the stabbing pain with every step, he knew he must not split up with Wolf. Jeez! What if Jared switches his target and comes to get me? It’s impossible for me to battle against him!

In the meantime, Lizbeth could feel the wind whizzing against her ears in Jared’s arms. Wrapping her arms around his neck with her eyes tightly shut, a sense of inexplicable security started to well up within her.

Jared reached an empty spot in a few leaps and put Lizbeth down hastily, fearing that he could no longer hold himself back. As her softness kept brushing against his skin moments ago, he doubted if there would be any way out for him if his mind lost against his arousal.

On the other hand, Wolf, who ran after them, sniggered when Jared came to a halt. “Brat, you really have the audacity, huh! I almost thought you’d chickened out and were running for your life!”

“Run for my life? How’s it possible for me to run away before both of you meet your end?” Jared mocked; his lips curved into a sly smile.

“Fine, it has been ages since I last came face to face with such a bullheaded person like you. I’ll fight you till the end so that you’ll admit defeat wholeheartedly!” Wolf got fired up due to Jared’s mockery, and his intense fighting spirit surged from within him.

“Didn’t you say that you’d barely applied half of your strength just now? Now that we’re in an empty area, throw me a punch with all your strength this round. But heed my words. That will be your only chance to defeat me. If you fail to do so, it will be my turn to throw my fist at you!” Jared smiled placidly.

“Hahaha! Brat, are you aware of what you’re talking about? You’re asking me to give you another punch, aren’t you? Don’t you know how powerful my punch is?” Wolf guffawed and threw his fist abruptly onto the ground.

Boom!

In an instant, the earth shook, forming a pit with a depth of at least half a meter and a diameter of nearly one meter.

Wolf gazed at Jared insolently. He was sure as h*ll that the latter was intimidated by his massive punch and that Jared would not dare to blow his trumpet again.

“That’s it, right? I’ll stand still now, so come at me!” Jared uttered nonchalantly and cast him a casual look.

Wolf was momentarily stunned before his face turned grim. “Brat, since you’re asking for it, I’ll grant your wish!”

Lizbeth gazed at Jared in disbelief and raised her voice. “Jared, have you gone nuts? Why did you ask him to throw you a punch? Aren’t you afraid of being killed?”

“I know what I’m doing. Don’t be bothered by it!” Jared yelled out.

Needless to say, he was confident of defeating Wolf. In fact, he thought of grabbing the opportunity to find out how unrivaled his combat prowess was since he had reached the Fifth Tier of the Foundation Phase.

“You…” Lizbeth could only glare at him and was at a loss for words to refute him.

“Uncle Wolf, bash that despicable brat to death! Finish him off with one explosive punch!” Franco, who had just reached the spot, yelled at the top of his lungs. Blood trickled down as he dragged himself along the way, and his trousers were drenched with blood.