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Natasha smirked. “You see? Even Aspen thinks my men are impressive. Darling, you’re just too hard to please!”
Kingsley leaped onto the center of the ring and motioned to two burly men wielding long blades. “Attack me with everything you’ve got. If either of you so much as grazes the hem of my shirt, you win. I’ll personally reward you with a pill that guarantees you entry into the senior grandmaster level.”
The two men’s eyes lit up with excitement, and they turned to Natasha, awaiting her command.
Natasha frowned slightly and looked at Kingsley. “Darling, are you sure you want to fight two at once? They’re armed, and the blades are razor-sharp-one misstep, and you’ll be bleeding. You’re unarmed. This is dangerous.”
Kingsley stood motionless, his gaze fixed ahead. “It’s fine. Let’s go.”
Without hesitation, Natasha gave the order. “Do as Mr. Baldwin says!”
Still, she kept a close watch, ready to call off the fight at any moment. Aspen secretly hoped that one wrong move would lead to these two swordsmen cutting Kingsley down. That would be true justice.
With two loud shouts, the men charged, swinging their blades at Kingsley from both sides. Long blades were among the deadliest weapons in combat, designed to kill swiftly. In an instant, Kingsley’s space was completely locked down-with nowhere to dodge.
Natasha’s fingers clenched instinctively. If it were her, she would have immediately retreated to create distance. That was the smart move.
However, Aspen focused intently on Kingsley. After all, this was the man who had killed Gordon. She wanted to know just how real his skills were.
Perhaps these two fighters were not a match for him, but with their blades, landing a hit on his clothes should have been easy-even she could have done it. Besides, these were not amateurs-they were elite swordsmen.
Then, in the final moment-Kingsley moved. He did not retreat or dodge, but instead, he lifted his hands at lightning speed and struck forward.
Two thunderous impacts echoed through the air, and the two swordsmen trembled as if struck by a bolt of lightning. Their blades, which they had been gripping tightly, were sent flying out of their hands with just one slap from Kingsley. Before they could react, Kingsley flashed forward, appearing right in front of them.
With two fingers pressed against their throats like a blade, he could have ended their lives with the slightest push. Frozen in place, the two men could only stare in disbelief.
“We teamed up… and still lost in one move?”
Reality sank in, and with bitter expressions, they bowed respectfully to Kingsley, silently acknowledging their crushing defeat.
Natasha’s eyes widened in shock.
She wondered, ‘What level is he even at? Barehanded against blades, countering in a split second… This kind of strength is inhuman!
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This man was terrifying, but no one felt the weight of it more than Aspen. She had reached the junior grandmaster level-a martial prodigy in her own right. Yet, after witnessing Kingsley’s technique firsthand, she realized just how outclassed she was.
Her strength was not even worth comparing to his.
Now, there was no doubt in her mind-Gordon, the top fighter of the Snees family, haded by Kingsley’s hand.
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Looking at the two defeated West End fighters, Kingsley smirked. “You two weren’t bad. Even though you didn’t meet the challenge’s conditions… I’ll still reward you with something. Take It.”
With that, he tossed them a small bottle. Inside were two weaker versions of the Cleansing Pill-leftovers from when he refined the real thing.
The two swordsmen were stunned for a moment before their faces lit up with excitement. They nearly dropped to their knees in gratitude.
“Mr. Baldwin, we lost. We couldn’t even last a single round against you… Why would you still reward us?”
The two looked at him, completely baffled.”
Kingsley waved them off. “You both have potential. That alone makes you worth investing in.”
Natasha shot them a look. “What are you idiots standing around for? Say thank you!”
Snapping back to reality, they quickly bowed. “Thank you, Mr. Baldwin!”
Kingsley stepped down from the ring and turned to Natasha. “Now, do you understand why I said your people are just decent”?”
Natasha sighed in defeat. “Fine, you win! But don’t worry I’ll keep a close eye on their training until they meet your standards.”
However, Aspen could not stand his attitude. To her, this was just another display of arrogance, a strong man nitpicking the weak.
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She let out a cold laugh and said, “Some people are ridiculously powerful, yet they still act like it’s a big deal to judge those weaker than them. It’s honestly amusing.
“Natasha’s men are strong enough to serve as an elite guard for an entire noble family. If even that only counts as decent’ to you, I can’t imagine what would actually impress you.”
Kingsley narrowed his eyes and glanced at her coldly. “Aspen, I’ve noticed you have a habit of butting in whenever I speak. Is that intentional?”
Aspen froze for a second before scoffing. “I’m just stating facts. Kingsley, you’re holding everyone to your own ridiculously high standards. Sometimes, admitt someone else is good at something isn’t that hard.”
Kingsley let out a mocking laugh. “Oh? So, you think you’re good enough?”
Aspen’s pride flared up instantly, and she lifted her chin with confidence. “I wouldn’t say I’m the best, but I’m definitely not below your so-called ‘standards’!”
Kingsley’s smirk deepened. “Is that so? Then let’s do this-won’t move, and I’ll even give you a handicap by using only one hand. Same deal as before. If you can land a hit on me, I’ll let you go free. Sound faira
Aspen’s heartbeat spiked as adrenaline rushed through her veins. “You mean it?”
Kingsley’s eyes gleamed with amusement. “Oh, I mean it. I couldn’t be more serious. But don’t expect to walk away unscathed if you fail to touch me.”
Aspen did not hesitate. “If I can’t even brush against your clothes while you’re standing still and only using one hand, I might as well drop dead. Kingsley, I’ll make you eat your words. You underestimate me, and that’s going to be your downfall!”
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Kingsley spread his legs slightly, planting his feet firmly on the ground. One hand was tucked behind his back, while his free hand gestured at her lazily.
“Come on, then. Let’s see if the so-called ‘pride of the Snees family’ is any different from an old lady.”
Aspen’s face burned with anger. She lunged forward with a burst of speed, her long leg sweeping toward Kingsley’s torso with full force. She was determined to make him regret looking down on her.
Natasha folded her arms, watching with amusement. If her guess was right, Aspen was about to learn a painful lesson.
She did think Kingsley was being a little too dismissive, standing there unmoving and offering only one hand. Nonetheless, it did not matter-Natasha had absolute faith that Kingsley would never lose.
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As Aspen’s leg came swinging straight for Kingsley’s midsection, he remained completely unfazed. Instead of dodging, he let his body fall backward in a perfectly straight motion.
Her kick swept right over his head, missing entirely.
The nearby West End fighters, who had been training just toments ago, quickly gathered around to watch. The moment they saw what Kingsley had done, their jaws nearly hit the floor.
He still had not moved from his original position, yet his body bent backward at an impossible angle, nearly parallel to the ground.
This was not something an ordinary person could pull off. Only someone with absolute control over their body- on a monstrous level-could achieve such a feat.
Aspen gritted her teeth. She had missed, but she did not hesitate to press forward. As her leg came down, aiming to plant her foot on the ground and follow up with another strike, Kingsley suddenly smacked the floor with one hand.
In an instant, his body spun like a top, twisting away effortlessly.
Aspen’s second strike hit nothing but air.
The crowd erupted into cheers, completely blown away by Kingsley’s precision and agility.
Aspen cursed under her breath. Frustration burned inside her as she lunged forward, launching a flurry of punches at him.
Yet, it was pointless. Each time her fists were about to make contact, Kingsley would vanish from her reach- dodging left, right, up, or down like a phantom.
She poured every ounce of her strength into the attack, fists and legs flying like a raging storm. Even so, no matter how fast or aggressive her attacks were, it was useless.
Her blows looked powerful, but they never landed. No matter how hard she tried, she could not touch him.
Aspen was both shocked and infuriated. Her breathing grew heavier, sweat forming on her brow as she realized just how ridiculous Kingsley’s reflexes were.
The fact that she could not even brush against him was an outright humiliation. Then, just as she was about to go for another strike, Kingsley finally countered.
His hand shot forward toward her like lightning.
Aspen’s eyes lit up with excitement, thinking this was her chance. It did not matter if she could not match his strength-she only needed to touch him to win. She quickly raised her hand to intercept his strike, aiming to make contact at all costs.
However, the moment their hands were about to meet, Kingsley’s palm twisted in midair with an unnatural movement. It bypassed her completely, sliding past her arm and heading straight for her and
Aspen’s face turned scarlet with rage and embarrassment, thinking, ‘What a bastard! Was he really about to grab me there?
Before she could react, Kingsley’s hand changed direction again-this time, his palm struck her across the face and a bright red mark instantly bloomed on her cheek.
Aspen’s eyes widened in pure disbelief, unable to process what had just happened. For a brief moment, she stood
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frozen. Then, ignoring the burning pain and humiliation, she clenched her jaw and charged at him again.
Kingsley dodged effortlessly, sidestepping her attack with ease. Before she could react, his elbow came up and slammed into her back.
Aspen gasped, feeling the breath knocked out of her as pain exploded in her chest.
Kingsley was not done. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he yanked her backward before delivering another vicious slap
-this time, to the other side of her face.
The sound echoed through the training hall, and a second red imprint now marked her flawless skin.
Aspen stood there, stunned, unable to process what had just happened. Tears welled up in her eyes as she mumbled, “You…”
Not from the pain-she had suffered worse.
Not even from the slaps themselves.
She had trained since childhood, endured grueling discipline, and built unshakable mental strength.
But this? This was humiliation.
Kingsley was not just hitting her-he was degrading her. Moreover, an entire had done it in front ri crowd, trampling her pride into the dirt.
Kingsley’s expression remained emotionless, his eyes devoid of any sympathy. “Didn’t you say you were confident? That you were exceptional? I gave you every possible advantage. Yet look at you you still couldn’t even touch me.
He added, “So, tell me… doesn’t that make you completely worthless?”
Tears finally spilled from Aspen’s eyes. She gritted her teeth and hissed, “Kingsley, don’t get cocky! I’ll fight you to the death!”
Kingsley’s eyes narrowed slightly. With a flick of his wrist, s hand cut through the air, heading straight for Aspen’s face.
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