Chapter 9: Supreme Punch

Words : 1897 Updated : Feb 18th, 2024

Rowena's eyes lit up. She narrowed her eyes, thinking, "Sure enough... the men in the Quinton family are no ordinary people!” At that moment, all the bodyguards surrounding Mitchell were frozen in place, unable to believe what had just happened before their eyes. They were professional thugs trained by the "Black Dragon Guild," the largest underground organization in Lotusville. With skilled combat training, muscular builds, and numerous lives on their hands, they prided themselves on their strength... Yet here was a seemingly ordinary country boy—albeit a handsome one—who managed to kick one of their 200-kilogram members into the air like a weightless object. This defied reason. Through the car window, Rowena's gaze remained fixed on Mitchell's slender figure as she asked, "Howard, just how strong is he?" Howard stroked the stubble on his chin, replying from a professional standpoint, "Ms. Ximenez, given that the people surrounding Mr. Quinton are from the Black Dragon Guild, their strength should be in the entry of vivid energy. For Mr. Quinton to effortlessly defeat one of them with a single kick suggests he's also an ancient martial artist, and his strength is at least at the peak of vivid energy!" Rowena nodded. Although she was a businesswoman and didn't practice martial arts, as the daughter of a prominent financial group in Lotusville, she had some understanding of these mysterious forces. In a sprawling metropolis filled with a mix of people and talents, there lay an unseen, bloody underworld. Countless, often hidden, individuals with extraordinary abilities lurked in the shadows of bustling streets and towering skyscrapers. Amid this competition, the dominant force remained the "Ancient Martial Arts Sect.” Ordinary people rarely crossed paths with ancient martial artists. However, these martial artists were often involved with large consortia and in certain "grey areas," playing a crucial role in disputes among powerful families. Those who practiced these secret arts, ranked their strength by six levels: vivid energy, inner energy, energy-transforming, void-entering, void-penetrating, and void-breaking. Each of these levels had four sub-levels that ranged from entry, middle, late, and peak. As the threshold of the "Ancient Martial Arts Training System," vivid energy focused on external training of muscles, bones, and skin. Once one reached the entry level of vivid energy, they were no longer ordinary. Most of the low-level thugs from the Black Dragon Guild besieging Mitchell were at the entry of vivid energy. No matter how strong an ordinary person was, that person would be as defenseless as a helpless child when facing them. Yet, after surpassing the entry level, an ancient martial artist became truly formidable. When an ancient martial artist reached the peak of vivid energy, their strength took a qualitative leap. Their physical power, muscle reflexes, and coordination would reach the human body's peak limit. Not only boxing champions but also elite special forces would struggle to stand a chance against them! Mitchell's lightning-fast high whip kick demonstrated that he had reached this level. The Healer's Guild, where medicine and martial arts combined, was not to be underestimated! However, Mike, a mere mortal, understood none of this. All he knew was that the bodyguards he paid dearly for needed to serve him. "Don't be afraid! Go at him! I'll give 10,000 dollars to anyone who breaks this brat's leg today!" Mike, seething with rage, thought only of how to destroy Mitchell. Upon hearing this, a dark-faced bodyguard standing next to Mitchell flashed a vicious look, pulling out his baton and striking at Mitchell. In the blink of an eye, a loud bang echoed. The dark-faced bodyguard attacking Mitchell collapsed face-first onto the ground, a chilling crunch marking the fracture of his cheekbone! The other bodyguards were stunned. Mitchell stepped his foot on the dark-faced bodyguard's chest. The bodyguard's face had paled, his whole body twitching uncontrollably. Although Mitchell was a traditional medicine doctor, and doctors were supposed to be kind-hearted, he also believed in a guiding principle for navigating the world. "I won't offend anyone unless they offend me!" Mike's bodyguard had intended to kill Mitchell. If he had been an ordinary person, he would likely have suffered severe injuries—at least a level two disability. This was truly excessive! Mitchell's father, Hugh, had once said that doctors should always help those in need. However, they only aided those who suffered from illnesses and didn't need to harbor goodwill toward the scum who bullied others. "Don't waste time. It's getting late, and I'm a bit hungry... Let's do this!" Mitchell said indifferently, glancing at the frightened thugs surrounding him as a sneer formed on his lips. Seeing Mitchell's arrogance, more than a dozen thugs exchanged glances before their eyes filled with murderous intent as they charged at him. Mitchell's expression remained unchanged. He focused his energy, pushing his arms back and forth before his chest, appearing almost weak. A layman might just be entertained, but an expert recognized the technique. Howard blurted out, "It's the Supreme Punch!" At that moment, Mitchell's stance mirrored the Supreme Punch technique. Every movement exuded the air of a master, inspiring awe in anyone familiar with the routine. In an instant, dozens of fists came at Mitchell from all directions! Despite the wind of punches whizzing past his ears, Mitchell remained calm. He effortlessly dodged every strike with his footwork and agile movements, weaving gracefully among the attackers with unpredictable precision. He moved with rhythm but refrained from counterattacking, which left Howard anxious. If anything happened to Mitchell, he feared he'd be fired from his job. But just five seconds later, Mitchell shifted to offense, making sweeping motions with his hands, his eyes sharp as blades! "Oh my god, t-this is…" Howard's face turned pale with shock as he realized that the thugs who had once surrounded Mitchell were now inexplicably lined up in front of him! Clearly, it was Mitchell's brilliant footwork that had manipulated over ten thugs into a straight line within seconds! Such combat intelligence and awareness were incredibly rare in Howard's experience in the Ancient Martial Arts world. Despite having only an elementary school education, Mitchell had inherited his high IQ from his beautiful mother, who had once dominated Lotusville's business scene! In an instant, Mitchell executed a master-level Supreme Unleash technique. Although it appeared feeble, when his palms connected with the first thug's chest, the thug's head snapped back, and he spat out a mouthful of blood! The next moment, the powerful force continued through the first thug's body, impacting the second thug! And it didn't stop there; the third, fourth, fifth... Crack! Crack! Crack! The sounds of breaking sternums echoed like a rhythmic drumbeat. Rowena and Howard, seated in the Bentley, were left dumbfounded. They witnessed more than ten thugs hit the ground, all incapacitated by Mitchell's technique! They realized he had taken down these people with a single strike. "No, wait, something is amiss. Ms. Ximenez, Mr. Quinton's strength is above inner energy!" Howard exclaimed excitedly.

Chapter 9: Supreme Punch

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