Chapter 354: Chapter 354 Kill Me_1

Donald Simmons couldn’t help but feel elated, and briskly ran to the front, blocking the way, scoffing, “Do you have a sickness in your head or something?

Who the hell do you think you are, saying you don’t want to make things difficult for us? What if I just feel like giving you a hard time?”

“Donald!”

Mick Simmons called out to his cousin, walking quickly to the two of them and looking at Greg Jensen, “Greg Jensen, don’t be too hasty to refuse.

Thanks to the relationship with the Ford family, we don’t want to give you trouble either. As long as you hand over the Fragrant Spirit Grass, I’ll agree to any condition you want.”

“Sorry, not interested,” Greg Jensen replied indifferently.

Donald Simmons angrily said, “Don’t freaking toast if you aren’t going to drink, you’ll be forced to drink a forfeit!”

Mick Simmons’ expression also darkened, he frowned and said, “If that’s the case, then let’s settle this the way of the martial world.

Choose one of us to fight. If you can beat him, we will never bother you again.”

“Are you two sick in the head? The Fragrant Spirit Grass is mine, I’ll sell it if I want, or not sell it if I don’t, what’s that got to do with you?

Don’t freaking talk to me about matters of the martial world. If you dare to bother me again, the Simmons family will end up just like the Lin family!”

Greg Jensen was also infuriated, he couldn’t be bothered with these two because of the Ford family’s face, but they were ceaselessly annoying him.

“Are you threatening me?”

Mick Simmons laughed as if he heard a joke, his smile filled with disdain.

Greg Jensen said with a cold face, “I’m just stating a fact!”

“Enough, no more nonsense, let’s take him down first, and he will naturally hand over the Fragrant Spirit Grass,” said Donald Simmons with a chilling expression, stepping forward and throwing a punch directly.

Buzz!

A whistling sound arose abruptly.

The fierce punch, carrying the snowflakes around it like a white dragon, rushed towards Greg Jensen’s chest.

Mick Simmons saw this scene, his brows slightly furrowed, but he did not stop it.

He felt it was good to teach Greg Jensen a lesson, to stop this youngster from being so ignorant of the world, not realizing his own place, daring to threaten the Simmons family.

He knew Greg Jensen was a good fighter, but he didn’t take it seriously.

Donald had been in the Dark Strength Period for many years. How could Greg Jensen be a match for him?

What a joke!

Therefore, he did not stop, but instead stepped back, giving Donald Simmons enough room to properly teach Greg a lesson.

However, in the next second, his eyes suddenly widened, his shocked expression instantly solidifying on his face, and he was completely dumbstruck.

Smack!

Facing the ferocious fist, Greg Jensen did not dodge but slowly extended a hand.

The fist and palm met with a crisp sound.

Following that, the hand firmly gripped the fist.

Mick Simmons was instantly astounded!

How is this possible?

While Donald’s punch wasn’t his full strength, it wasn’t something an ordinary person could block.

But not only did Greg block it, he did so with ease, as if it was nothing.

Could his martial prowess be higher than his cousin’s?

How can this be?

At this moment, a storm of shock was also raging in Donald Simmons’ heart.

Having been in the Dark Strength Period for many years, he had absolute confidence in his own strength, and despite numerous fights, if he lost, it was never because of his strength.

He hadn’t expected that someone could surpass him in strength, especially a man in his twenties.

He wanted to pull back his fist and continue attacking, but Greg Jensen’s palm was like a clamp, holding onto his fist tightly.

Even as he channeled all his True Qi, the fist remained immovable.

“I told you, don’t mess with me. Why wouldn’t you listen?”

Greg Jensen said, and with a gentle tug.

Donald Simmons only felt an irresistible force striking him, his body involuntarily stumbling forward two steps.

Following that, Greg Jensen slowly lifted his knee.

And Donald Simmons’s head, as if willingly offered, collided directly with the knee.

Bang!

With that hit, Donald Simmons’s nose bridge immediately flattened, blood gushing out like a flood from a breached dam.

He had truly been painted with “Peach Blossom” across his full face!

Donald Simmons saw stars, his mind went blank, he even almost forgot where he was.

“Big brother, be careful!” Mick Simmons yelled urgently.

Donald Simmons snapped to his senses, trying to retreat to a safe distance to rethink his strategy, but Greg Jensen simply refused to give him the chance.

Elbows, palms, fists, knees; every part of the body, in Greg Jensen’s hands, became a weapon of attack.

A series of strikes, like a furious storm, came one after another.

Donald Simmons was like a lone boat shaking in the raging waves, at any moment he might be swallowed whole.

At this moment, he had completely fallen into a passive state, being hit without any ability to fight back.

Antonio Conner’s face changed drastically, just about to go and help, when he saw Greg Jensen suddenly raise his hand and point, a golden beam of light shot through the wind and snow.

Thud!

He abruptly stopped his feet, looking down blankly, his facial expression frozen in an instant.

Because there was a hole as thick as a thumb on the ground right in front of him!

“This is…”

With a face full of terror, Antonio Conner looked up hesitantly at Greg Jensen, then at the small hole on the ground, feeling as if he had fallen into an icy cave!

“True Qi released outward? Half-step Grandmaster? How is this possible?”

It was common knowledge that one had to be at least a half-step Grandmaster, that is, at the Complete Dark Power level, to release True Qi outward.

How old was Greg Jensen?

A half-step Grandmaster in his twenties?

How did he cultivate?

Looking at his brutally beaten cousin, Antonio Conner felt it was absurd, as if seeing a newborn baby reciting poems and defeating a college professor with a wave of its hand.

But the fact was right before his eyes, leaving him no choice but to believe!

Only then did he finally understand why Bradley Ford had specifically warned them not to provoke Greg Jensen before he left.

That was a half-step Grandmaster, only someone above Grandmaster level could compete against him!

The Simmons family couldn’t even speak of Grandmasters, let alone have a half-step Grandmaster, so what could they use to fight Greg Jensen?

Even if Fraser Simmons recovered, he would only be at the Later Stage of Dark Strength, still quite a distance from a half-step Grandmaster.

Moreover, there was an unwritten rule in the martial arts world.

A Grandmaster must not be insulted, or death was certain!

And a half-step Grandmaster was still a Grandmaster!

Antonio Conner couldn’t help but shiver; considering the consequences of angering a Grandmaster, he immediately felt like a doomed soul and staggered off, while running he shouted:

“Big brother, kneel down, kneel down…”

At this moment, Donald Simmons was in agony, unable to fight back or escape, and Greg Jensen wasn’t striking with full force, only hitting the most painful spots.

He was rendered completely helpless and would have preferred a single slap that knocked him out cold.

Hearing his cousin’s words, he finally came to his senses, and with a thud, he kneeled on the ground, hugging his head with both hands in a “just kill me” manner.

The next second, the sweeping Whip Leg halted right in front of his forehead.

The wind from the kick felt like a knife, making his cheeks sting with pain.

Donald Simmons’s body slightly swayed, and instinctively tried to dodge, but the foot had already retracted.

He swallowed unconsciously, knowing that if the kick had connected, his head would have certainly been ‘relocated.’