Chapter 283 I Don't Consider You a Threat
Jeremiah had been training since a young age. Although not particularly diligent, he still had decent skills. He could easily take on five or six adults alone.
"You bastard! Nobody has dared to provoke me in the past two years. You're the first one to come here to settle the score. Don't worry, I won't kill you, but I will cripple you and make you spend the rest of your life in bed." Jeremiah pointed at William with arrogance and pride, completely underestimating him.
In his opinion, poor people, having no money or power, were too easy to defeat.
"Is that so? Then I'll see if you have what it takes," William said calmly, showing no hint of fear.
"Daring to be arrogant in front of me? You're seeking death," Jeremiah said, his face twisted. He swung his fist toward William. The speed was incredibly fast, accompanied by a faint sound of breaking through the air.
The onlookers held their breath at this moment, and Michelle and Julia were frightened. However, William caught the punch effortlessly.
"Is this all you've got?" William held Jeremiah's fist tightly.
"You damn bastard! You're quite strong!" Jeremiah was surprised, but he still believed that William was no match for him. He didn't use his full strength with the previous punch because he was afraid of killing this poor man with a single blow.
But now, he had no choice.
He immediately used his other fist, exerting all his strength and struck William. This punch was even fiercer, with a more intense whistling sound as it cut through the air, like a roaring tiger pouncing on William.
However, William lightly extended his other hand and effortlessly caught this seemingly powerful punch as well, firmly controlling Jeremiah's hands.
"Seems like you're nothing special!" William shrugged, saying nonchalantly.
The surrounding people were amazed at this sight because very few could effortlessly catch Jeremiah's punches. They whispered to each other.
"No wonder he dares to confront Jeremiah."
"Yeah, he easily caught Jeremiah's punches. It seems like he's not weak."
"Now we have a good show to watch. I wonder who will win!"
Julia saw William's tall and heroic figure. She was witnessing his prowess for the first time. He had already subdued the bully, Jeremiah.
Michelle felt relieved seeing Jeremiah being controlled by William.
Jeremiah was unwilling to accept this and kept exerting force to break free. However, he was shocked to see that William's strength was also increasing rapidly.
"This person's strength is still growing!" Jeremiah was somewhat stunned, but he didn't give up. He raised his foot and kicked William's abdomen. The latter's mouth curled up slightly as he released Jeremiah's hands and gently pushed him forward. Jeremiah fell to the ground instantly.
Losing his balance, Jeremiah stumbled and missed his kick, giving William the opportunity to swiftly deliver an Inch Punch to his chest.
Jeremiah was sent flying several meters away, like a kite with its string cut.
The onlookers once again gasped in amazement.
"So fast! Jeremiah was sent flying with just one punch."
"This guy is definitely not ordinary."
"Jeremiah deserves it. This kind of person should be taught a lesson. He's too arrogant."
Seeing Jeremiah being knocked down, the people around cheered secretly, as many of them had suffered from his bullying in the East district and harbored deep hatred toward him.
Julia, unable to contain herself, clapped and cheered, her eyes filled with admiration as she looked at William.
Michelle also breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.
After a few rolls on the ground, Jeremiah finally managed to steady himself, his face twisted with rage.
"You brat, you're dead!"
Jeremiah glanced at the crowd around him, who were all laughing at him. This infuriated him; when had he ever been humiliated like this?
Immediately, he pulled out a pair of steel knuckles, which were adorned with numerous steel spikes. They looked frightening, and being stabbed by these spikes would definitely cause serious injuries.
William, upon seeing this, furrowed his brow. It seemed like this guy was really going all out. However, he was not afraid. Today, he had to teach Jeremiah a lesson.
"Die!" Jeremiah, with the spiked knuckles, swung at William again. This time, William didn't try to catch Jeremiah's fist with his hand. Instead, he sidestepped, effortlessly evading the punch. However, Jeremiah continued his attacks relentlessly.
His punches were quick and powerful. Each punch required a forceful push from his toes, along with coordinated movements of his waist and entire body. William could only dodge temporarily, easily evading each strike.
The intense fight between the two made the surrounding crowd's hearts race. Julia and Michelle were particularly nervous, afraid that William would be injured by Jeremiah.
After a while, William felt that Jeremiah's boxing style was fierce, especially with the spiked knuckles. He couldn't afford to confront it head-on. Seizing an opportunity, William bent down quickly, sweeping his leg and knocking Jeremiah to the ground.
Before Jeremiah could react, William stomped on his arm forcefully, causing it to snap.
"Bastard! My dad is Howard. If you offend me, you offend the Beverly Club. You're dead now!" Jeremiah let out a painful scream, his face instantly turning pale. He wanted to scare off William with his dad and the Beverly Club, but the latter didn't pay any attention to it at all. Instead, the force on his arm increased even more.
"The Beverly Club means nothing to me," William replied, his lips curling up slightly.
The surrounding people gasped in shock, partly in awe of William's ruthless methods.
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