Chapter 888 Someone More Powerful


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    The other members of the Department of Justice continued to discuss among themselves in hushed


    tones. They knew a punch from a Martial Arts Grandmaster like Wrea had to be powerful beyond


    measure. What they couldn’t fathom, though, was how anyone could’ve withstood an attack like that.


    “Well done, Mr. Chance! Well done!” Shane suddenly shouted and pped his hands.


    He had been nursing a grudge ever since Wrea pped him, so when Jared barely flinched from the


    punch, he was ted. There was no doubt that Wrea would be enraged, and Shane took obvious


    delight in it.


    “You guys are courting death!” Wrea spat as his face darkened menacingly.


    With that, he lunged toward Jared once again.


    This time, however, Wrea had gathered all his power and released a burst of energy. His terrifying aura


    was pressing down on the Department of Justice members so much that they found it increasingly


    difficult to breathe.


    It was only then that they knew Jared and Wrea weren’t putting on an act. Wrea, especially, had


    unleashed everything he had.


    Boom!


    Wrea threw out yet another vicious punch that sted a pit on the solid arena ground, sending clouds


    of dust and debris flying everywhere. That was the sheer power of a Martial Arts Grandmaster, and


    naturally, everyone was shocked by the impact.


    Once the dust settled, however, they were greeted by something even more shocking. Jared remained


    in his spot, smiling as he stared Wrea down with a look of utter contempt.


    The crowd gathered around widened their eyes in disbelief. They all knew Wrea’s punch was powerful


    enough to split a mountain in half, so how did Jared walk away from it without even a scratch?


    “T-This…” Wrea stuttered, but his voice began to trail off.


    He stared nkly at Jared, not knowing what to say.


    “Oh, my goodness. Mr. Chance is way too awesome, isn’t he?”


    “Yes, the fact that he’s still standing means not even a Second Level Martial Arts Grandmaster can hurt


    him. From the looks of it, I think Mr. Chance might be a Fifth Level Martial Arts Grandmaster.”


    “That’s amazing! With Mr. Chance as our instructor, I’m sure we’ll improve by leaps and bounds!”


    With their doubts about Jared’spetence long gone, the members of the Department of Justice


    began chatting excitedly.


    Shane, without a doubt, was the most excited of them all. “You see, Wrea, there will always be


    someone more powerful than you,” he mocked. “Given your pathetic level of skills, why don’t you back


    off? Stop making a fool of yourself in front of Mr. Chance.”


    Almost immediately, Wrea shook with fury. “How dare you, Shane Walsh! I’ll kill you first!”


    True to his words, Wrea charged toward Shane the next second, determined to vent his anger on the


    latter.


    Upon seeing that, Shane’s face paled. He knew he wasn’t Wrea’s match at all.


    Just as Wrea was about to reach Shane, Jared suddenly moved and gave the former a heavy kick.


    Like a kite with its string cut, Wrea flew backward by more than ten meters before crashing onto the


    ground.


    The color drained from his face as he winced in pain and spat out mouthfuls of blood.


    Everyone else could only stand by and gulp nervously, still finding it hard to believe that a mere kick


    had caused so much damage to a Martial Arts Grandmaster.


    After Wreanded on the ground, Jared loomed over him, foot raised and ready to stomp.


    If the foot hade down, Wrea’s head would undoubtedly be smashed to smithereens, marking the


    end of a Martial Arts Grandmaster.


    “No, Mr. Chance. Don’t…” Theodore pleaded as he rushed up to stop Jared. “Wrea is from the Shalvis


    family. You’d be in a lot of trouble if you killed him here at the Department of Justice. It’d be a tricky


    situation for us to handle too…”


    Jared nced at Theodore and slowly put his foot down. Within seconds, his gaze was back on Wrea.


    “Get the hell out of here.”


    Wrea struggled to his feet and red at Jared. “Watch out, kid. I’ll get my revenge one day!”


    With that, Wrea left the Department of Justice, but Jared remained unfazed by the threat. There were


    so many people threatening him that if he were to fret over every single one of them, he’d be worried


    sick by now.