Chapter – 32 I’m the Boss
I’m the Boss
A gentle breeze, carrying the subtle fragrance of earth, gently rustled through the surroundings.
A multitude of spectators had congregated around Shinefield Lake, the air palpably charged as the two martial arts alliances stood poised for their face-off.
The tournament’s arena, a platform spanning 100 meters in length, had been erected in the center of the lake a few days prior. Accessible only by boat, the platform was encircled by the lake’s shimmering waters.
At the southern end of the lake, within a gazebo, the representatives of the Balerno martial arts alliance had assembled. Ronald had secured three replacements to stand in for the poisoned participants.
While these replacements might not match the strength of the original trio, they were still a better option than having no participants at all.
“Today’s tournament holds immense significance,” Ronald’s countenance was grave as he addressed the newcomers.
“The reputation of the Balerno martial arts alliance rests on your shoulders. Collaborate closely, and I eagerly await the positive outcome,” he said, bowing his head respectfully.
“Rest assured, Sir! We’ll give those guys a run for their money!” The fresh recruits exuded confidence.
Victory in the tournament not only entailed a generous reward but also promised fame. Motivated by these prospects, they were determined to give their utmost.
“This is a tag team event. Hence, the four of you should heed my instructions and avoid acting independently,” Jared declared with a detached demeanor. His air of arrogance elicited disapproving glances from his companions.
“Who do you think you are? Why should we heed your orders?” challenged a contestant with a round face.
Jared sneered, “Because I’m the first disciple of the Steeljaws Fellowship and hold the twelfth rank on The Heavenly Immortals. Does that clarify things for you?”
“The twelfth rank?” The other contestant quickly held their tongue. The remaining two fell silent as well.
While they too held positions on The Heavenly Immortals, their ranks lay beyond thirty, considerably lower than Jared’s.
Advancing even a single rank on The Heavenly Immortals was an arduous feat, let alone ascending two ranks. Faced with someone ranked twenty places higher, they were undoubtedly outclassed.
“Any further objections?” Jared’s tone carried a note of disdain.
“N-No. Your strength warrants your command.” The round-faced contestant offered a sheepish smile.
“And you?” Jared turned to the others.
“We selected a leader to facilitate communication. No objections here.”
“Nor from us.”
The remaining two nodded fervently.
In the martial realm, the rule was simple: the strongest held authority.
“I’m partial to quick learners, unlike someone who’s taken a liking to stubbornness!” Jared taunted, his gaze directed at Dustin.
Dustin disregarded the remark and instead focused on the arena in the lake’s center.
“You seem robust, Fatty. You’re up first,” Jared singled out the round-faced contestant. “Remember, victory is your sole aim!”
“Absolutely!” Fatty patted his chest confidently.
“Good. Now, get on the boat,” Jared nodded, visibly pleased.
“The boat? You underestimate me, Jared,” Fatty chuckled. “I’m no weakling. Watch me skim across the water!”
With a sudden burst of speed, Fatty leapt onto the water’s surface and raced forward, causing ripples to dance across the lake’s expanse.
“Impressive!” Jared offered his praise.
Yet, in mere moments, Fatty’s reservoir of energy was depleted. He splashed water everywhere as he tumbled face-first into the lake, his momentum ceased.
