All together?
Arrogant!
Presumptuous!
Unrivaled!
This was the impression everyone present had of Mr. X at this moment. The key was that Mr. X seemed to have the capital to be arrogant. The bloody corpse on the ground was proof.
The genius of the Lambert family.
Silicon Temple disciple.
Alun Lambert, who was enveloped by numerous auras, was directly defeated in an instant, shocking everyone. After all, he was the genius of the Lambert family, not just anyone.
But now, he was gone.
Like a dream.
And yet, people had no choice but to accept it.
“Kid, aren’t you being too arrogant? When I was boxing, you might still be playing in the mud,” Gold Teeth, the boss of the underground fighting group, said disdainfully while puffing on a cigar.
His status among the crowd was the most special: a financial tycoon, a former underground fighter, and incredibly fierce. And now, behind him were all the people he had selected from various games.
Each one of them was an elite.
Able to withstand anything.
“So, are you the next one?” Robin looked at Gold Teeth.
“What if I am? Could you possibly…”
He actually wanted to say, “Could you possibly kill me?” But before he could finish his words, he couldn’t speak anymore.
With a “click,” his cigar fell to the ground.
A person appeared before him, one hand behind his back and the other gripping his throat. His face turned red, his eyes bulging out. He desperately struggled, but couldn’t break free.
“Boss.”
At this moment, the underground fighters behind him finally reacted, rushing forward to rescue their boss.
However, the thirty elites from all over the country couldn’t withstand a single order from Robin.
“Wolfman Guards.”
With a “boom,” several black-clothed figures appeared from the surroundings. With a flash of their military knives, these so-called underground fighters all fell to the ground, silenced with a single slash to the throat.
Then, the Wolfman Guards appeared before Robin, half-kneeling, and said, “Master.”
“I…”
Gold Teeth, whose face had turned red, saw this scene and the elite fighters he had brought all dead. His blood surged, and he wanted to struggle desperately.
He wanted to kill Robin.
However, with a “crack,” Gold Teeth’s neck was crushed.
Robin had crushed his neck directly, then threw him to the ground. He even took out a tissue to wipe his hand, and the last breath of life in Gold Teeth was extinguished by his anger.
“The second one.”
Robin threw the tissue on the ground and scanned the crowd with his cold eyes. “Who’s next?”
“Hmph, what an arrogant brat. Skywolf kid, let’s go together. Let me see the strength of the Skywolf squad,” Karl Giberson said seriously.
“Alright.”
Israel Cooke sneered coldly.
He knew that Karl Giberson was afraid. A master of martial arts, afraid to face a mere Mr. X? Pathetic. The spotlight was destined to be his.
“Kid, don’t underestimate me,” he scoffed. “I just wanted to give you a chance to act. But now I’ve changed my mind. I’ll take him down myself.”
Karl Giberson felt Israel Cooke’s disdain and grew angry, his beard trembling. He was a master of martial arts, and he couldn’t stand being looked down upon by a young upstart. Unforgivable! He vowed to pummel Mr. X to death in front of Israel Cooke.
“Mr. X, die!”
Karl Giberson launched his attack with full force. Unlike others who relied on speed, his movements were not fast, but each strike was fierce and deadly, aimed straight for the vitals.
With a loud thud, Robin parried a punch that slid past and he targeted his lower body. However, Robin evaded it again.
“Interesting,” Robin remarked, grinning coldly. “So this so-called Giberson Fist is just a mix of random techniques, not your original creation. You just tweaked it a bit and called it Giberson Fist. Isn’t that a bit shameless?”
“Damn it!”
Karl Giberson’s face darkened, not expecting his technique to be exposed by Mr. X. Creating a new martial art wasn’t easy. The Giberson Fist was just a hodgepodge of various moves he had picked up. Outsiders couldn’t tell the difference, so it passed as his own. He had even made quite a bit of money off it, and no one had discovered the truth until now.
He must silence him.
Karl Giberson’s first thought was to eliminate Mr. X. His strikes grew fiercer and faster, trying to suppress Robin’s movements and prevent him from speaking.
However, Robin only laughed again. “Trying to kill me? Sorry, but you’re not good enough.”
Now, Karl Giberson used the Meteor Fist, a technique well-suited for killing.
“Damn it, Mr. X, you’ve truly angered me! Let’s see if you can take this!”
Karl Giberson’s face twisted in anger as he unleashed the final move of the Meteor Fist, a technique more than enough to kill an ordinary person. But Robin was no ordinary person.
Instead of dodging, Robin raised his eyes. “Meteor Fist? You’ve really disgraced this technique. Today, I’ll teach you how to use Meteor Fist properly!”
Robin moved, striking out with his palm. Karl Giberson countered with his own palm, but in the next second, Robin changed his move with incredible speed, striking Karl Giberson’s chest. Caught off guard, Karl Giberson took the hit and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The strike forced him two steps back. But he never expected the following eighteen moves from Robin to be unpredictable and deadly. By the end of the onslaught, his chest was covered in blood.
“I… lost… How do you know… Meteor Fist?”
Karl Giberson stumbled, barely able to stand. The barrage of attacks had left him severely injured internally. He felt his internal organs tearing apart. But he couldn’t understand how Mr. X could know Meteor Fist.
“I spent an hour learning it. No joke.”
With those words, Karl Giberson spat blood and died.
An hour of self-study? Did Robin deliberately spite him at the moment of his death? Karl Giberson had spent a lifetime learning martial arts, only to be defeated by someone who claimed to have learned it in an hour.
Impossible.
Yet Robin hadn’t lied, for he was the country’s top martial artist, and in the world of martial arts, all techniques shared the same origin.