The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 615

“Mr. Chance, are you alright?” asked Theodore in a concerned tone when he saw how confused Jared seemed.

“Huh? Oh, it's nothing. I must've slept too much,” replied Jared while grinning. He turned his attention to Weston and the others after that, then walked over.

Weston’s eyes shone with surprise when he saw Jared because he didn't expect the guy to be that young. He looks like he is in his twenties... Wow, I can't believe he's already that powerful.

“You're Jared Chance?” asked Weston while scanning Jared endlessly.

“Yes, I am. I am also the one who killed your mind-controlling parasite,” replied Jared while nodding without hesitating.

Weston's gaze turned evil. He knew that Jared only shared all that information to step on his toe. After all, everyone knew that Weston spent decades caring for that mindcontrolling parasite.

“Punk, I'll admit that you are strong. It truly is amazing that you are able to reach that level despite being so young, but you are too arrogant. If you had been patient and trained for another decade or so, I might not be a match against you,” said Weston while glaring.

“There's no need to train for another decade. I can beat you guys up right now. Surrender now, and you might just survive this,” replied Jared calmly.

“Hahaha, you truly are arrogant, punk. Well, then allow me to teach you a lesson.”

As he spoke, he threw a punch over at Jared. Black fumes engulfed his fist, and it remained there despite the strong wind howling at them.

Jared saw that punch coming, but he never budged. He didn't even go on his defensive stance, and it seemed he planned to let that punch land directly.

Theodore panicked a little when he saw Jared standing there without lifting a muscle. The former quickly shouted, “Be careful, Mr. Chance. The fumes on their fists are poisonous.”

The fume surrounding Weston's fist was extremely poisonous. Even if that punch failed to kill Jared, the poison would still seep into Jared's system via the pore on his skin. His skin would rot instantly, and he would lose all combat prowess.

Despite those screams, Jared stood there. It was as though he couldn't hear what Theodore said and that troubled Weston.

The issue at hand was that Weston had no idea what Jared was planning, so he couldn't be sure there was a trap somewhere.