Chapter 315 One-Hit Kill!

• As soon as Franklin Wildrose finished speaking, the hulking brute behind him flickered and sprang high, landing on the ring. Boom! When the brute touched down, his foot slammed into the hard floor of the platform. The whole ring shuddered. Seeing that, a lot of people sucked in a breath. That sheer force alone made their skin crawl. Wolfman looked at Clyde Valor and said, “I heard you beat Xu Fengtian and got all smug. Let me tell you, we’re both grandmasters, but in my eyes Xu Fengtian isn’t even a fart. So drop the wishful thinking. Kneel and admit defeat, and maybe I’ll spare your life.” Clyde said calmly, “You talk too damn much. I’ve only got one question. Are you fighting on behalf of the Liangzhou Martial Association? If yes, we start. If no, get lost.” That line ticked Wolfman off in a heartbeat. His voice went cold. “Congrats. You pissed me off. I was going to leave you breathing. Now that chance is gone.” He lunged at Clyde. In an instant, violent internal force poured over him, and around his body you could almost make out the shadow of a vicious wolf. As he pounced, the air around them dropped like a freezer door had opened. “Die.” In the blink of an eye, Wolfman was in Clyde’s face. Clyde didn’t move, like he’d frozen up in fear. Gasps erupted around the ring. Luo Shengchang and Liu Tao were over the moon. Luo Shengchang shouted, thrilled, “Now this is a real grandmaster with true force. Listen to that pressure. Xu Fengtian, that half-baked grandmaster, is nothing but a fart. If you ask me, Clyde won’t last a single move.” Peng Zhonglong and Gong Teng both heard him, but they ignored him completely, fists tight, eyes locked on Clyde. Wolfman’s fist was less than four inches from Clyde when Clyde suddenly moved. Boom! A dull thud cracked the air. No one saw how Clyde struck, but the wolf lunging in for the kill stopped dead—and then blasted backward like a cannonball. Clyde didn’t hold back at all. His figure blurred as he chased in. This time, everyone saw it. Wolfman was still airborne, didn’t even have time to react, before Clyde’s whip kick smashed into his waist. Crack! A sharp snap of breaking bone rang out. Wolfman’s body bent in the air like it was folded in half. Thud! His massive frame crashed hard below the viewing stand, making the whole stand tremble. The whole thing took less than ten seconds. From start to finish, Wolfman didn’t even get a sound out. His face didn’t have time to change before consciousness went dark. “Next.” Clyde shook out his leg and looked up at Luo Shengchang on the stand, speaking in a cool, flat voice. Luo Shengchang and Liu Tao still wore the same mocking look they’d had when Wolfman made his move—only now Wolfman was out cold, life or death unknown. The two of them were totally stunned. Franklin Wildrose shot to his feet, shock written all over him. He knew Wolfman’s strength inside out. Among grandmasters, Wolfman sat at the very top. He could even trade a few rounds with a weaker arch-grandmaster. And yet, in front of Clyde, he didn’t last ten seconds. Worse, he lost this clean. “No one else?” Clyde asked, voice mild. Everyone was too stunned to answer him. Clyde nodded, then looked at Franklin Wildrose. “Then I’ll take care of my business.” With that, he strode toward Franklin.