I Am the Ruler of All

The crowd went wild, but Perry's face was as black as thunder. Kendrick's about the best fighter I have, and he still lost to that
guy? Moreover, he was knocked out in a single blow.
Calvin was still on the ground, his face as pale as a sheet. "I-Impossible. Kendrick is a 6th-degree black belt. H-How did he even
lose?"
Catherine was trembling in fear. If it weren't for Queenie holding her up, her knees would've buckled.
Calvin wiped his face. "Mr. Cortez, send all your men in."
Perry clenched his fists. "I would, but there's a crowd here. If we use our numbers advantage, it'd be a humiliating win. It's not
how we do things back in Southsiren."
Calvin gnashed his teeth and roared, "Who cares about pride? Not like you people know what that means!"
"What?" Perry's face fell. "What is the meaning of that, Mr. Giuliani?"
Sh*t. I shouldn't have said that. "I mean, that b*stard's not playing by the rules anyway. Even if you send in all your men, it's still
not cheating."
"But..."
While Perry was still hesitating, Kendrick shouted, "Kill him! Everyone, kill him together! Kill that Qustian b*stard!"
Kingsley looked at him icily. "Do it, then. Your army means nothing unless there's over a hundred of you."
Perry was surprised that Kingsley would take on the challenge. The next second, he sneered. "Very well, fool." He swung his
arm down and spoke in Southsirenese. "All of you, charge! Show that Qustian b*stard what we're made of! Let's see if he's still
so arrogant after we cripple him!"

Kendrick let out a guttural roar, "Do it! Avenge me!"
The guys in dobok exchanged glances before charging straight at Kingsley while roaring like animals. Some hurled a kick, some
swung their fists, and some used a knife-hand strike. All were powerful skills.
The crowd gasped in fear.
"They're attacking all at once? This is dangerous for Kingsley!"
"I can't look. He's going to die!"
"Or heavily injured at least. Look at them. They're as big as bears. They're..."
The student suddenly stopped speaking. He then raised a trembling finger and pointed at the battlefield. In disbelief, he said, "T-
They're flying back."
At the same time, all the lackeys who tried to attack Kingsley flew back across the battlefield. Everyone who tried to hit Kingsley
felt like they had just slammed into a machine made of steel, and they also felt an explosive strength slamming into their bodies
and shuddering their insides.
"My arm!"
"My leg! My leg's broken!"
"I-I think I'm hurt inside." Someone coughed.
The fighters rolled on the floor, howling in agony. Perry was left dumbfounded. "I-Impossible. How is this possible?" He grabbed
his hair in madness while staring at Kingsley in disbelief. "I thought you said you didn't know Qustia Arts."