The Supreme Man: Took Everything in Power novel Chapter 686

Therefore, Baron didn't want Kingsley to go into the ring and fight that terrifying guy. He would even go as far as to club Kingsley to unconsciousness if he had to.

Alas, Kingsley disregarded his fears as he rose to his feet. "Don't worry, Mr. Howe. I'll get back the money that you've lost." As he was extremely interested in the person who had the same hidden energy as him, he couldn't wait to jump into the ring to spar against Bronte.

"But, Boss Nicholson…" Baron's face crumpled with worry as he begged, "Boss Nicholson, please reconsider! Boss Nicholson!"

Unfortunately, Kingsley had already walked out of the VIP room, leaving him on the couch slapping his thigh in resignation.

When Kingsley left the VIP glass room, Bronte was flaunting his win on the ring. "Is there no one else? Is there no one else to take me on from the huge Black Boxer Gang? Since that's the case, this gang should just dissolve right this instant. It's embarrassing to keep it running, anyway."

While he was inciting the crowd, Kingsley slowly paced into the ring from the steps. "I'll take you on!"

His tone was calm, but the authority and dominance in his voice stunned everyone in the room, especially Zephyr, who was standing in the crowd; his pupils shrank and the look on his face turned solemn. Yet, besides him, no one else could sense the energy Kingsley exuded by sheer presence alone.

They were merely startled for a second before they snapped back to their senses and said in disdain, "What's this guy doing? What is he doing on the ring?"

"Exactly! I've never seen anyone in a boxing fight wearing gym clothes. Does he think that he's in a workout park?"

"Ha, everyone has seen how strong that contender is! I think this guy is just asking for death by taking him on now."

The scornful voices echoed across the hall, and Bronte gave Kingsley a once-over. "Kid, do you have a death wish?"

Even though Kingsley was strong, his body wasn't as bulky as those boxers and even seemed a little thin. In Bronte's opinion, Kingsley's body wasn't even fit to practice sports, not to mention join the ranks of martial artists.