Fraser Simmons cast a deep look at his daughter, then turned and walked toward the courtyard.
Hazel Simmons watched her fatherâs retreating figure, tears flowing uncontrollably. She opened her mouth to speak but could not make a sound.
âMr. Jensen, shall we go take a look too?â Bradley Ford asked.
Greg Jensen nodded and followed him outside.
The villaâs yard was spacious with a clearing in the center, where the forty-something Vince Brent stood with a cold sneer, gazing at Fraser Simmons.
Fraser Simmons stopped not far in front of him, then turned to Donald Simmons and said, âThatâs enough, go back and watch from behind.â
âAlright, be careful, Uncle.â
Donald Simmons cast a deep look at Vince Brent, scoffed coldly, and turned to walk to the perimeter.
In the center of the clearing, only Fraser Simmons and Vince Brent remained.
Their eyes met, but neither spoke.
The surroundings grew quiet, the atmosphere somber.
Even though they knew victory was certain, the few Morris family members who had come along were still tense. Hazel Simmons and her husband hardly dared to breathe.
In contrast, Greg Jensen, Mick Simmons, and the others all wore relaxed smiles.
Elliot Morris seemed quite at ease too. Seeing that Vince Brent hadnât made a move yet, he couldnât help but urge him, âBrother Vince, make your move.â
Vince Brent furrowed his brow, his eyes sharp as knives, firmly fixed on Fraser Simmons.
For some reason, Fraser Simmons, despite appearing weak and like a dying old man, oddly gave him an extremely dangerous feeling.
That feeling was extremely uncomfortable for him, leaving him with no option to advance or retreat.
At this moment, Fraser Simmons suddenly laughed, presenting the demeanor of a benign elder and said, âMake your move, what are you hesitating for?â
At these words, Vince Brent, as if deeply insulted, his expression darkened slightly as he slowly assumed a starting position.
Fraser Simmons remained still, his relaxed posture, to Vince Brentâs eyes, full of openings.
It seemed that all he needed to do was charge over and throw one punch to take down this frail old man!
However, what he didnât know was that at this moment, Fraser Simmons was gathering his True Qi throughout his body, repeatedly familiarizing himself with the new pathways of his internal energy.
âBrother Vince, what are you waiting for? Hurry up!â
Elliot Morris, not facing Fraser Simmons head-on, naturally didnât understand Vince Brentâs feelings. Seeing the two men still not engaging, he grew impatient.
Vince Brent didnât want to wait any longer either. Delaying further might actually lead to some unexpected event.
He wanted to secure the victory in one move, giving Fraser Simmons no opportunity, for the old man gave him a feeling that was simply too dangerous.
âMaster Simmons, be careful!â
Vince Brent uttered a low shout, took a few quick, short steps forward, and aimed a punch directly at Fraser Simmonsâs throat.
âDespicable!â
Mick Simmons, seeing this scene, immediately cursed angrily.
The throat is one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body, a slight mishap can be fatal.
Vince Brentâs move was clearly aimed to kill.
Although there are no courtesies in a martial arts contest, this was after all a competition, not a fight to the death. Vince Brentâs approach of taking a life right from the start was indeed vexing.
âFather!â
At this moment, the Simmons family grew anxious.
After all, Fraser Simmonsâs health had only just recovered, having not trained in martial arts for so long. Suddenly entering a life-and-death battle was unavoidably concerning.
On the other side, Vince Brent ignored Mick Simmonsâs angry shouting, his punch gaining even more speed.
He had to take Fraser Simmons down within one move, even if it meant killing him. What mattered was that he couldnât afford to give Fraser Simmons any chance.
A sharp instinct prompted Vince Brent to strike with lethal force!
Whoo!
The piercing sound of the wind, like a ghostly wail, was hair-raising to hear.
Fraser Simmons stood as if under an Immobilization Spell, showing no reaction to the oncoming ferocious punch.
âDadâ¦â
Hazel Simmons was so frightened her legs went weak. If it werenât for Landon Morris supporting her at her side, she would likely have collapsed to the ground.
Elliot Morris, standing nearby, revealed an excited smile.
Westland Pharmaceuticals was in their hands!
But soon after, a hint of worry crossed his mind. That punch had better not kill the old man from the Simmons family; otherwise, there would indeed be trouble.
As Elliot Morris hesitated, wondering whether he should remind Vince Brent, Fraser Simmons finally made his move, extending a hand with deceptive slowness yet surprising swiftness.
Vince Brent only felt a blur before a withered hand gently grasped his fist.
Immediately after, an irresistible force transmitted through, involuntarily making his body sway off course.
Staggering a few steps, he nearly toppled over!
Vince Brent was shocked and quickly steadied himself, turning around only to see Fraser Simmons still standing in his original spot, not even having moved his feet at all.
He had lost with just one move?
Hadnât Fraser Simmons been bedridden for several years?
How could he be so powerful?
Elliot Morris was also startled, his expression darkening shortly afterward as he furrowed his brows and said, âSenior Brother Vince, whatâs going on?â
Vince Brent, with a fierce glare fixed on Fraser Simmons and without turning back, responded, âItâs nothing, I was just careless. The old man has some tricks up his sleeve.â
Elliot Morris was slightly displeased and said sternly, âSenior Brother Vince, finish him off quickly, stop dawdling with him.â
Vince Brent didnât reply but stared at Fraser Simmons and sneered, âMaster Simmons, I indeed underestimated you.
However, I advise you to surrender, because you wonât be so lucky next time.â
âSave the nonsense, come at me!â
Fraser Simmons put on a serious face and assumed a starting position, staring intensely at Vince Brent as he prepared for the next move.
âHeh, my apologies then!â
Vince Brent let out a cold laugh and rushed forward with extreme speed.
This time he was much more cautious, not as rash as before, using techniques that were both offensive and defensive.
Having lain in bed for several years, Fraser Simmons was still somewhat rusty in controlling his body and initially couldnât overcome his opponent.
The two men went back and forth for a while, exchanging blows with mutual injuries, yet neither could secure victory.
Greg Jensen, who was watching from a distance, became anxious for him and couldnât help but remind, âMaster Simmons, try the new move!â
Upon hearing that, Fraser Simmonsâs eyes lit up. He raised his foot and kicked fiercely, forcing Vince Brent to retreat two steps; then he threw a punch towards Vince Brentâs face.
Seeing this, everyone from the Morris family, including Vince Brent, was stunned, while on the faces of the Simmons familyâs members, a hint of excitement emerged.
Because there was a distance of two to three meters between the two men, Fraser Simmonsâs punch couldnât possibly reach Vince Brent.
Elliot Morris couldnât help but sneer, âIs he aiming to punch the air?â
âHas Fraser Simmonsâs eyesight deteriorated with age?â
âHaha, this is killing me. Is he trying to hit through the mountain?â
âHe probably thinks heâs a Grandmaster, right? Dreaming of projecting True Qiâ¦â
Jeers started to rise from the crowd of the Morris family, but in the next second, everyone was dumbfounded.
As Fraser Simmonsâs strength was fully exerted, a murky True Qi was seen detaching from the edge of his fist.
Whoom!
Carrying a fierce whistle, it smashed brutally towards Vince Brentâs face!
True Qi projection?
How could this be?
Vince Brentâs eyes widened in horror, his mind reeling with shock. It was already too late to dodge.
He could only watch as the gray True Qi enlarged before his eyes and, with a loud bang, brutally slammed into his face.
Boom!
Blood splattered everywhere.
Vince Brentâs prominent nose was flattened instantly, and his previously sharp-angled face nearly turned into a meat patty from the impact.
A deathly silence instantly fell all around.