• Prev Chapter
  • Background
    Font family
    Font size
    Line hieght
    Full frame
    No line breaks
  • Next Chapter

Chapter 432

“Fred, Mr. Chance has long been an Internal Energy Grandmaster. I'm totally not his match...” Jesse

said softly to avoid being heard by Jared, who was staying next door.

“Grandmaster, my *ss! Do you really think that it's so easy to achieve that? You've been fooled without

you knowing it. That brat tricked you into believing his words because he wanted to be the champion so

badly,” Fred refuted.novelbin

“It's true, Fred. Mr. Chance...” “That’s enough! Get out now. I want to get some rest,” Lionel barked

before Jesse could finish his sentence.

Smiling, Jared stood by the window and looked out at the hustle and bustle of the busy streets. Many

fighters with internal energy are hidden in the midst of this normal-looking crowd. Tayhaven Town is

seemingly the only place housing the highest number of internal energy fighters across Jazona and

Nuthana.

When night fell, Jesse knocked at Jared's door and invited him for dinner.

The restaurant was fully packed with no extra private lounge to book. They considered themselves

blessed for being able to pick a table at a far corner while many were still queuing up for a seat.

Jesse was busy getting cutleries for Jared, Lionel, Landon and Fred. Then, he placed orders for them

and even personally served the dishes because the waiters had their hands full during the peak hour.

Jared remained seated the whole time, and his lack of initiative to help greatly displeased Jesse's

mentor and his two seniors.

“Sit down, Jesse! You're not a waiter,” Fred uttered through gritted teeth.

“It's okay, Fred. I'll be back in a jiffy.” Saying so, Jesse took some napkins and placed them in front of

Jared. “Mr. Chance, here's yours.”

The latter nodded. “Don't worry about it. Have a seat, the food is coming soon.”

Jesse sat down beside him. When all the dishes were served, the group started digging in.

There were a lot of martial artists in the restaurant, so it was natural for the atmosphere to be loud and

noisy.

“Have you heard? A young man from Jazona, who is in his early twenties,

killed the head of the Jantz family in public!”

“Oh, I did! Actually, Zachariah died after two rounds into the fight. He exhausted his internal energy.

That's why it was so easy for that fellow to finish him off.”

“Whatever it is, I really don't want to meet him at the Martial Arts

Gathering this year. Otherwise, there will be one more fierce enemy to fight.”

Jared heard all of their chatters, but he pretended like nothing happened.

“Jesse, did you know about this since you're from Summerbank?” asked Lionel.

Jesse knew the incident like the back of his palm. In fact, the person involved was sitting at the same

table. Right when he was about to say something, Jared signaled him not to. Hence, Jesse replied

placidly, “I barely heard about it.”

“Hmpfh, Zachariah was so full of himself, but alas, he died in the hands of a youngster! Anyway, I don't

believe that the person could vanquish Zachariah on his own. I'm pretty sure that he took advantage of

his condition at that moment and finished off the job,” Fred said contemptuously.

“No matter what, Zachariah was considered a hero in his own right. It's such a pity that his life ended

this way.” Lionel shook his head.

Jared bowed his head and continued eating, ignoring the fact that he had become the talk of the town.

When Fred noticed that Jared was selfishly helping himself with multiple servings, it made his blood

boil. Next, he used his fork to block Jared's when he was about to take more food.

The latter was slightly taken aback by Fred's action. However, he chose to ignore it and moved his fork

to another dish. Little did Jared know that Fred would continue to go against him regardless of which

dish he was aiming for.

“What's up with you, Fred?” Jesse asked. He was shocked to see his senior acting like that.

Use arrow keys (or A / D) to PREV/NEXT chapter