I Am Unstoppable

Morgan and the others stood by the side and watched. They looked contented. They were already getting old and had contributed their entire lives to martial arts. Now that they managed to witness the new generation rising, they felt happy and satisfied. This was especially true when they noticed how talented the new generation was. They were extremely glad that the new generation was able to work so well together.

Jonathan and Polly followed Stephen and Hector out of the building.

After that, Donovan drove the four of them in his car.

They started talking among each other. Stephen had a lot of fight within him. He was a sharp and brilliant young man. On the other hand, Hector was the epitome of a humble gentleman.

As they were conversing, Stephen asked Jonathan, “Master Lawson, may I know which type of martial arts you specialize in?”

Jonathan smiled. “It feels weird to hear you address me that way. I'm only twenty-four years old. What about you, Stephen?” he asked.

The latter responded with a smile, “I'm twenty-nine. Just call me Stephen.”

“Nice to meet you, Stephen,” Jonathan greeted.

After that, the group soon realized that Hector was twenty-seven. He was younger than Polly by one year.

Among the four of them, Jonathan was the youngest. Stephen was the oldest, but he acted like he was the youngest with how hyperactive he was.

He looked at Jonathan and asked, “So, Jonathan, you haven't told us about your martial arts style.”

“To be honest, I'm not very sure myself. My master never talked to me about it. The first technique he taught me was the foundation for Spirit Fist. After that, I learned Shadow Punch. Once I mastered that, the next techniques I learned became more complicated. I really don't have a specific style,” Jonathan answered.

This piqued the interest of Stephen and Hector. “You know Spirit Fist too? We should spar together sometime,” Stephen replied. However, Jonathan shook his head. “My Spirit Fist isn't like yours. Mine is mixed. It can't compare to your original Spirit Fist.”

Stephen laughed loudly. “So what? It doesn't matter. We can still spar together. We should not be like the older generation, who liked to keep their abilities hidden. It is only when we interact that our skills can be sharpened.”

Hector nodded. “That's right.” He then looked at Jonathan and added, “If you have any questions about Shadow Punch, feel free to send them my way. I will be happy to help.”

“Thanks, Hector,” Jonathan responded happily.

Hector flashed him a smile. “Don't mention it.”

At that moment, it was already four in the afternoon. The sun was still shining brightly.

The streets in Fairlake were bustling, and roads were filled with cars and crowds.

The four of them found a restaurant that was more isolated and went inside. Their meat dishes and wine were unique and tasty.

In a private room on the second floor, the four young people sat down at a table.

The drinks came first, along with some appetizers. Jonathan took the bottle of wine and said, “Since I'm the youngest here, let me pour this for you guys.” Upon speaking, he poured everyone a glass of wine before filling his own glass. He then raised it and announced, “Let's have a toast.”

The other three raised their glasses and cheered.

Following that, they engaged in casual conversations.

“Fate really is a funny thing. It was as if Hector and I had been friends for a long time when we first met. And when I met Jonathan and Polly, we got along so well. However, I don't think I will be able to get along well with Mason from Horbah. He always had a cold expression, like someone had killed his dog and set it on fire. Also, the Little Martial Sage, Lucian, looks polite on the outside, but in fact, he looks down on everyone deep down. He's too prideful,” Stephen said.

Jonathan chuckled at his words. “We really do hit it off like old friends.”

“Hit it off? What do you mean?” Stephen asked with a look of confusion.

Hector guffawed. “Are you illiterate, Stephen? This means that we get along very well. There are some out there who, although having known each other for years, are still awkward with each other.”

Stephen instantly understood. He took a sip of wine and looked at Hector in mock despise. “D*mn. We're all fighters anyway. There's no need to be so studious!”

Hector, Jonathan, and Polly started laughing at Stephen's reaction.

“Since we are about to enter Golden Sword Tournament, I have a suggestion. Let's exchange our trump cards. This way, we will be able to have a better gauge of our chances of winning. Of course, to prove that I have no ill intentions, I'll go first,” Stephen suggested.

The other three's expressions slightly changed. All martial artists relied heavily on their trump cards. Stephen probably did not think this through when he suggested it. However, this showed how much of a straightforward person he was.

People like that were the best kind to be friends with.

Of course, there was always a possibility that Stephen was secretly scheming for other people to reveal their trump cards.

Jonathan exchanged glances with Polly before he smiled. “I'm okay with that.”

Polly quickly agreed, “Me too.”

Seeing how the other two had already agreed, it was obvious that Hector would go along with it too.

Stephen then stood up and backed away from the table. “I have one ultimate move. I call it “Mongrel Attack.” I know it doesn't sound good, but it's actually pretty useful. What happens is that I can kick before anyone can anticipate it. It is sudden and powerful. Look closely.”

Before the rest could focus on Stephen, all they saw was him staying still before he suddenly kicked his leg out.

It happened in a split second. The attack was precise and powerful.

It really was an invisible kick. That move would definitely take his opponent by surprise.

Jonathan, Polly, and Hector were people who knew their stuff. Therefore, they knew that Stephen's move was incredible.

Soon after, Stephen taught them how to execute the move.

As the others were all professionals, they learned the technique in no time.

Jonathan was next. “Mine was taught to me by my master. I've killed many people just by this technique alone. I've also saved myself from the brink of death with it as well. This technique is called 'Antelope Rhythm.'“

He then displayed it to them.

Following that, the trio's eyes sparkled as they gasped in awe.

Jonathan then taught them the technique as well.

However, as Antelope Rhythm was an agile movement, it would take the others more than an hour just to master it.

However, they all knew the advantage of using it.

Once Jonathan was done, Polly was next to speak up. “Mine is called 'Satin Palm.'“ She briefly paused before looking at Jonathan. “Jonathan, attack me with your Dragon Claw.”

Jonathan instantly understood that she wanted to show her technique. He agreed and attacked with all his might. His body moved as quick as lightning, and his Dragon Claw slashed through the air, forming sharp winds that aimed for Polly. All of his attacks headed straight toward Polly's face.

Yet, the latter was unfazed by what was going on. All she did was put up her hand and aim for Jonathan's Dragon Claw.

Just as the two of them were about to clash against each other, Polly's wrist twisted, and her palm turned.

The sudden change of her hand movements was ingenious. At one point, it looked like a snake. In the next second, it resembled a loach. Her muscles shrunk to an unbelievable scale and slithered under Jonathan's fingernails.

The moment she slithered into the minuscule gap between the nails and the skin, her fingers suddenly curled, resembling a snake's deadly tongue.

If her fingers dug into Jonathan's Dragon Claw, his hand would definitely be broken.