The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 817

The man looked at Jared. He was about to say something, but realization struck him, and he became a little excited. “A-Are you Jared? Jared Chance?”

Jared was surprised that the man knew him. How did he know me?

The man knew Jared was starting to get suspicious, so he explained, “I watched your match with Xander, so I know you. You defeated a Martial Arts Grandmaster at such a young age. Not to mentionyou killed him as well. I must say, it was a spectacular sight to behold.”

Jared felt flattered about being praised. He smiled sheepishly and asked the man again, “Mister, what's the deal with the guy with red hair? Why is everyone so scared of him?”

The man was much more willing to explain after he recognized Jared. “That man is Kenneth Carrail, the only son of Zeke Carrall, the head of the Thunderstorm Sect. He's impulsive and cruel. No matter the era, there will always be conflicts in the martial arts world, though most of us won't cross the line. However, that rule does not apply to Kenneth. He always goes for the kill, and he has taken the lives of countless people now. You'd think someone would have killed that kid, but his old man is a veteran Martial Arts Grandmaster, so nobody would try to do anything like that.”

After Kenneth made his way to the forefront, he looked around, and the other martial artists hung their heads low, fearing that he might lock gazes with them. Some of them even gave up on the island and opted to leave. Nobody wanted to get noticed by Kenneth if they could help it.

Kenneth showed the inspector his ticket, and the inspector let him in without saying anything.

‘Well, fancy seeing you here, Mr.

Carrail. What brings the young master of the Thunderstorm Sect to this ship?”

Kristoff was already on the ferry. When he saw Kenneth making an appearance, he sneered. Obviously, he didn't hold Kenneth in any regard at all.

“If you can be here, why can't I?” Kenneth grinned. “The Deragons aren't saying anything, so shut your trap, fool.”

KristofFs face fell. “You're just going to kill yourself if you think you are powerful enough to make this trip.” Kristoff was disdainful, though he was powerful enough to be so. He might be the same age as Kenneth, but Kristoff was already a Top-Level Senior Grandmaster, while Kenneth was only a Fifth Level Grandmaster, and that was only thanks to his father giving him plenty of herbs and pills.