The King Of War Returns (Jaden Rift) novel Chapter 111

“You’ve got some skills, young man,” Vincent wiped the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his grin widening despite the humiliation. “And judging by the fact that my idiot brother isn’t standing here… You handled him too, didn’t you?”

His voice carried a dark amusement, but his eyes burned with hostility.

Before Jaden could respond, Williams Gravesend’s face twisted into rage. His pride was in tatters, his plans shattered, and all that remained was venom.

“Enough of this damn chatter!” Williams barked, his voice cracking with fury. “Vincent, finish him off. Crush every bone in his body. I want him begging for death before we’re done.”

Vincent chuckled, cracking his knuckles. “Naturally. I only used… maybe forty percent of my strength just now,” he sneered, rolling his shoulders as power surged through him. His muscles rippled beneath his shirt, veins bulging with suppressed energy.

But Jaden’s expression didn’t change. Calm. Mocking. Dangerous.

“There’s always people like you,” Jaden said, his voice ice-cold yet dripping with disdain. “Overconfident, blind to reality… can’t even judge the weight of their opponent.”

Vincent’s grin faltered. His eyes narrowed dangerously. “What the hell did you just say?”

But Jaden was already moving. His figure blurred, cutting through the air like a blade. Before Vincent could brace himself, Jaden was in his face, eyes gleaming with lethal intent.

“You really think ‘core strength’ makes you invincible?” Jaden’s voice was low, threatening, yet eerily calm. “Then let me educate you properly.”

Vincent roared, his pride cracking under the pressure. “Boy, don’t get ahead of yourself!” He lunged, his fist drawn back, muscles bulging with brute force as he launched his attack.

BOOM!

Their fists collided midair—a shockwave rippled through the room, rattling the windows, overturning chairs, shattering glass. But in the blink of an eye, Vincent’s expression twisted in shock.

His body hurtled backward like a missile, crashing into a heavy oak table. The table splintered beneath him, wood flying like shrapnel.

Vincent coughed violently, blood staining his lips as he struggled to push himself up. His limbs trembled—the weight of the impact rattling through his bones.

“The peak… of core strength…” Vincent muttered hoarsely, disbelief etched across his face.

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