Chapter 1880: Chapter 1880: Throwing Knife
"Hey! I know you’re quite formidable, but this is Moon Manor!"
Dorian Cook pinched Julius Reed, a bit annoyed, "We came here with hidden identities. If the fuss gets out and those from Boulevard and Demarco Mount find out you came here, then what’s the point of sneaking around?"
This is what you call sneaking around?
He went ahead and beat up the martial master from the martial arts hall!
At Moon Manor, no one has ever caused such a commotion before.
Maybe some did, but they never left a whole body behind.
"Why didn’t you remind me earlier?" Julius Reed’s tone carried blame. "Now that I’ve already fought, telling me this is of no use, right?"
"You..." Dorian Cook took a deep breath!
I didn’t warn him?
Her wrist almost broke, but she couldn’t match his strength.
"Stop causing trouble, keep things low-key," she could only suppress her inner irritation and whispered.
At that moment.
The martial master who had been beaten staggered up from the ground, and immediately a dozen martial masters rushed out from the hall behind him.
"Old Six, what happened!"
Strangely, everyone from this martial arts hall had bushy beards.
Each was slightly chubby, dressed in white, and looked fierce and malevolent.
"Interesting." The sixth son of Yorktown Family touched his nose, which was covered in blood.
It was evident how heavy the slap was.
But instead of getting angry, he gleefully said, "Interesting! Very interesting! Kid, is this your first time at Moon Manor?"
There were too many cocky youngsters.
Among them, some geniuses tried to attract attention through such high-profile means.
Hoping to be taken under the villa’s wing.
But what goes on outside doesn’t work here at all.
Moon Manor doesn’t lack experts.
Cause trouble, and you get killed immediately.
This is the villa’s prestige.
"Oh dear! Master, my brother and I are newcomers, he’s young and doesn’t know the rules." Dorian Cook gave Julius Reed a look, then flirtatiously approached the sixth son of Yorktown Family, "Please be generous and forgive him, won’t you?"
As she spoke, her hand rested on the sixth son’s shoulder.
Dorian Cook’s allure was hard for anyone to resist.
The innate sultriness, perfect beauty, and explosive physique are poison to men.
Irresistible poison.
"Business is business!" Although the sixth son of Yorktown Family coveted Dorian Cook’s beauty, being hit publicly meant he had to save face.
"Kid, I almost hurt you with a throwing knife, that was my bad. But hitting me is another matter!"
He patted his chest, a bit proud, "I, Sixth Master, do things fairly! How about this: you stab me with the throwing knife once, and I punch you once! How about it? Fair, right?"
"Fair!"
"Sixth Master is famous for being righteous!"
"Who in Moon Manor doesn’t know Sixth Master wins over people with virtue?"
The martial masters behind the sixth son started cheering.
Seeing this, Dorian Cook’s face turned grave for a moment.
Seems like this fatso really didn’t plan on letting them go?
If that’s the case, she’ll have to find that young master who once pursued her.
Thinking of this, she gave Julius Reed a signal and quickly left.
The sixth son of Yorktown Family and others didn’t stop her.
After all, this matter had nothing to do with Dorian Cook.
Though they were locals, they didn’t dare act recklessly.
The swords of the villa’s Sword Cultivators don’t differentiate friends.
"Kid, if you don’t agree, then I’ll have to ask the villa master to decide. You might not know, but those who provoke trouble like you could face execution by lingering!"
The sixth son of Yorktown Family’s face carried a teasing smile, "Your choice?"
"I think it’s fair." Julius Reed extended his hand, "Throwing knife."
"You’ve got guts, kid!"
The sixth son of Yorktown Family twisted his neck, took the towel handed by a companion behind him, wiped his nosebleed, and harshly threw the towel to the ground. "Here!"
He lightly tossed the throwing knife, and Julius Reed caught it.
"Remember, you stab me once, and I punch you once! But when I threw the knife at you, you dodged. But when I punch, you can’t dodge, kid!" The sixth son pointed at Julius Reed, "So, next, I can dodge when you throw the knife. When I punch, you have to take it! If you don’t agree, just wait for death!"
Seeing this seemingly frail youth, the sixth son estimated he could probably smash his head with one punch.
The only pity was that the pretty sister actually left her brother behind and ran!
Otherwise, there might be some romantic encounter.
"Are you sure you want me to go first?" Julius Reed examined the throwing knife in his hand, confidently saying, "If I go first, you’d be dead for sure, with no chance to counter."
"Look!" The sixth son of Yorktown Family not only felt no urgency but instead told the martial masters behind him, "This young man is really something! I, the sixth son of Yorktown Family, have been around Moon Manor for seventeen years, now the deputy chief instructor of Dominating Martial Arts Hall. A Young Master dares to scare me like that?"
After saying this.
There was a burst of laughter from behind.
"Kid, hurry up!" The sixth son rolled up his sleeves, "My fists are itching to strike!"
"Alright!" Julius Reed raised his hand and directly hurled the throwing knife!
Clang!
The sixth son sidestepped, and the knife shot straight into the wall!
Completely buried.
"Young man, you’ve got some power. But now, it’s my turn!"
The sixth son of Yorktown Family signaled, and those martial masters immediately surrounded to prevent Julius Reed from escaping.
"We agreed, you can’t dodge this punch."
Rolling up his sleeves, the sixth son turned and shouted at a young apprentice, "Get your phone ready, record this moment for me. It can be a piece of promotional material in the future."
"Yes!"
A student quickly pulled out their phone and started recording.
The onlookers around also took out their phones, ready to capture the moment.
Everything was prepared.
The sixth son of Yorktown Family took a deep breath, ready to take his life!
"Kid, I’m sending you on your way!"
He shouted, throwing a punch with a thousand pounds of force!
Being hit would mean inevitable death!
But halfway through the punch!
The sixth son’s head just fell off.
His body, due to inertia, crashed into another martial master.
The neck kept gushing blood.
Julius Reed flicked his wrist, a barely visible thread connecting the throwing knife and his sleeve’s Nine Heavens Thorn instantly burned.
This thread was incredibly sharp!
And fine!
If not looked closely at, no one could see it.
The sixth son of Yorktown Family, being very strong, crashed into the thread, causing his head to come off.
"Master Pendleton, didn’t expect that to be your martial arts hall. We’ve really had the flood waters washing over the Dragon King Temple, family fighting family." Dorian Cook led a man hurriedly towards the martial arts hall.
She wasn’t worried about West Tower losing, only about their identities being exposed.
Getting into trouble.
"Dorian, your brother chose the worst enemy, offending our martial arts hall’s deputy chief instructor. As much as you might not want to hear it, your brother might already be beaten to death."
The man shook his head helplessly, "The sixth son of Yorktown Family has quite a temper!"
As they walked, something round rolled their way.
The man lifted his foot and realized it was a human head.
Upon seeing the head’s face, he exclaimed, "The sixth son of Yorktown Family?"