Kendal was taken aback by Flynn’s retort, her face turning pale. “This competition concerns not just you but also Ms. Sharp’s interests. You better stay alert!”
“This is no child’s play!”
“Child’s play?” Flynn frowned, displeased. “You weren’t playing around earlier, but I didn’t see you solving Ms. Sharp’s problems either!”
“And now you need me to step in?”
“Just sit there quietly and stop trying to make your presence known.”
Kendal almost fainted from anger, feeling that Flynn’s words were too harsh and left her no dignity.
Rose said coldly, “Mr. Clark knows what he’s doing. Second in command, just watch quietly.”
“I still say Flynn will win!”
Flynn had a point earlier; he bought supplies from Kendal at three times the market price, hoping she could help restrain Maximo.
But Maximo counterattacked, leaving Kendal completely stunned and making things difficult for Flynn as well.
To put it bluntly, Kendal was useless!
She deserved Flynn’s scolding!
As for the competition, Rose wasn’t worried at all.
She had seen Flynn’s true skills; he once slapped Mr. Powell to pieces.
With such abilities, even with one arm, he could make Kendal and the others kneel.
“Young man, I concede!” Bryson cupped his hands and smiled.
Flynn didn’t bother looking at him. He sat on the sofa and waved Bryson over:
“Old man, you reek of killing intent. You must be a sneaky one who might have spied on widows bathing. Don’t pretend to be polite with me!”
“Hurry up, I’ll play with you for two moves and then finish you with the third!”
Flynn’s words once again ignited everyone’s anger; this guy was always showing off!
Kendal was also stunned.
Was Flynn a terrier? He confronted everyone and everything!
Bryson was over sixty; in the past, she would have respectfully called him sir.
Not only did Flynn call Bryson over like a dog, but he also called him an old man and claimed he would finish him in three moves.
Seeing Flynn’s rudeness, Bryson’s face darkened immediately. His eyes shot out cold light as he gritted his teeth and sneered:
“Alright, let’s see how you play with me!”
“If you’re arrogant, act like it. Just don’t kneel and beg later!”
Flynn sat on the sofa and spat out a sunflower seed shell at Bryson, smirking:
“No wonder you’re still a Semi-Grandmaster at over sixty. Your temperament is lacking; you get angry so easily-a useless fool!”
Maximo said coldly, “Bryson, stop wasting words with him. Go all out; it doesn’t matter if you kill him!”
Bryson nodded to Maximo and said fiercely, “Don’t worry, Master. He’s finished today!”
He reached forward with both hands, fingers curling into claws as he twisted his waist and grabbed at the air several times, creating whooshing winds.
His originally thin arms suddenly bulged with muscles.
Then his body twisted like a dragon as he walked Tai Chi steps, his shoes lightly scraping the ground with a hissing sound.
The movements seemed soft but contained immense power; cracks appeared on the floor wherever he stepped.
This was the domineering aspect of internal energy.
The higher one’s martial arts level, the stronger their internal energy!
He quickly reached Flynn’s side and extended a Dragon Claw Hand towards him, piercing through the air with a whistling sound.
The Dragon Claw Hand moved so fast that only a faint shadow could be seen; even high-speed cameras couldn’t capture it.
In martial arts, speed is unbeatable!
Bryson was confident that no one below Grandmaster level could match this move!
Tearing Flynn’s throat would only take an instant!
“So fast!” Even Maximo couldn’t help but praise when he saw this move.
However,
Flynn lazily raised his hand and firmly grasped Bryson’s wrist.
His seemingly casual movement stopped Bryson’s Dragon Claw Hand half a meter from Flynn’s throat.
Bryson was shocked beyond belief.
“You’ve trained all your life for this? Kendal spends millions on you? She must be out of her mind!” Flynn shook his head and focused his gaze.
He grabbed Bryson’s wrist and swung him around like beating clothes by the riverbank.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
Bryson was flung back and forth like a dead dog by Flynn.
After seven or eight swings, Flynn casually tossed him aside.
“Thud!”
Bryson fell to the ground face-first, covered in blood.
His internal organs were injured, ribs broken-he was in excruciating pain.
Luckily for him being a Semi-Grandmaster; otherwise, Flynn’s blows would have killed him directly.
“Boom!”
Seeing this scene silenced everyone’s uproar.
The entire hall fell into a stunned silence; everyone was dumbfounded.
Flynn and Bryson were both Semi-Grandmasters indeed, but Flynn had only one arm yet still treated Bryson like a ragdoll!
The most terrifying part-despite such large movements by Flynn-not a single sunflower seed fell from his hand!
Could it be that he wasn’t just a Semi-Grandmaster but actually a Grandmaster like Maximo?
Impossible!
How could someone so young be a Grandmaster?
It must be that Bryson underestimated him!
Everyone refused to believe Flynn was a Grandmaster and consoled themselves with thoughts of underestimation.
Kendal didn’t believe it either.
She and Molly were prodigies who became Semi-Grandmasters at 25-an achievement rare in decades.
Flynn was about their age; how could he be a Grandmaster?
Being intercepted in one move by Flynn and then beaten like a dead dog made Bryson furious internally while losing face externally.
He let out an unwilling roar before slamming his hand on the ground to stand up abruptly again.
Taking quick steps forward with murderous intent in his eyes,
His hand instinctively reached behind him,
Knowing that Flynn wasn’t ordinary,
Bryson took things seriously now,
Lifting his coat to reveal two crescent-shaped daggers on his lower back! Their sharp blades gleamed menacingly under the light,
Holding them tightly,
The daggers clashed together producing an ear-piercing metallic sound,
“You forced me into this!”
With venomous eyes,
Bryson bent slightly forward before lunging at Flynn like an arrow,
Seeing this scene,
Rose turned towards Maximo with mockery,
“Mr. Goff’s people are impressive indeed-resorting to weapons when they can’t win!”
Maximo’s expression darkened slightly before laughing heartily,
“Mr. Clark didn’t say weapons weren’t allowed! Ms. Sharp shouldn’t worry, and if he’s so formidable, then weapons shouldn’t trouble him either!”
Though sounding reassuring, it was clearly sarcastic,
Everyone knew how deadly Bryson’s crescent daggers were during their duel against Maximo, barely manageable even for Maximo himself,
If Bryson went all out, they could probably fight hundreds of rounds,
This showed how terrifying Bryson’s knife skills were,
Even if unable to injure Flynn, it would force him off the sofa or spill his sunflower seeds,
Approaching swiftly, the crescent dagger gleamed coldly near,
Flynn tilted his head leftward, the dagger missed its mark, whistling past his ear,
In that split second, Flynn’s elbow struck Bryson’s left wrist, disarming him instantly,
Catching it mid-air, his elbow swung again, striking straight towards Bryson’s chest,
“Boom!”
A dull drum-like sound echoed from within Bryson’s chest cavity,
After pausing momentarily, his body flew backward entirely,
Under everyone’s incredulous gazes filled with shock, the crescent dagger flew from Flynn’s hand,
“Whoosh-”
Accompanied by killing intent, it whistled through air
“Puff!”
A sharp object pierced flesh sound resounded
Hitting precisely into Bryson’s heart, with its tip protruding out from behind
“Bang!”
Another loud thud followed, Bryson got pinned against living room wall!
He was dead, instantly.