Chapter 319: Testing My Skills

Alfred was here to capture Jared, a warning intended for Zeke. He wanted to avoid harming innocents.

"Zeke, go to Josephine and the others. I'll be there soon," Jared instructed.

Zeke nodded, taking two steps before stopping.

"J-Jared, am I a coward for leaving you?" Zeke asked, conflicted.

Jared grinned lopsidedly. "Zeke, you don't know martial arts. You'd be no help, so go."

He didn't blame Zeke; not everyone dared to confront the Whitaker family.

After a brief hesitation, Zeke declared, "I might not be skilled in martial arts, but I can't leave you. That's not what friends do. I'll die with you!"

He returned to Jared's side.

Jared was pleased. "Zeke, they will die. Nothing will happen to us."

Having attained Level Nine Energy Cultivation, Jared knew Alfred was no match for him.

"All right. Since you have a death wish, I'll grant it."

Alfred narrowed his eyes. "Kill them!"

Four experts immediately drew their daggers and lunged menacingly.

Zeke paled, staggering backward. Jared stood protectively before him, remaining still. Meanwhile, Tommy charged forward, pulling out his belt.

Despite facing four men, Tommy held his own, ferociously attacking with his unique belt—a weapon made of countless metal rings.

Loud clangs echoed in the dark alley as belt met daggers, sparks flying.

Realizing his men were outmatched, Alfred barked, "Useless fools! Get out of my way!"

They retreated. Alfred's hunched form suddenly straightened as he lunged at Tommy.

Tommy lashed out with his belt.

Instead of dodging, Alfred grabbed it, pulled, and delivered several powerful kicks to Tommy's gut.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Tommy staggered back, unable to withstand the attack. He released his belt, rolling to avoid further blows. Blood oozed from his mouth; his expression darkened.

"Ha! You're too weak!" Alfred scoffed, tossing aside the belt.

Jared smirked, stepping forward. "You're capable. I'll practice my new skills on you!"

Since achieving Level Nine Energy Cultivation, he hadn't tested his abilities. Alfred was the perfect subject.

"Practice?" Alfred sneered. "You'll pay a high price—your life!"

He darted toward Jared like a cannonball.

Jared stood, gazing at Alfred with disdain, seemingly making no attempt to evade the attack.

Bam!

Alfred's fist connected. Before he could celebrate, a powerful recoil shot up his arm.

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