Lord of the North

"Boy, I will make you regret provoking me."

When he came to the vestibule of the manor, Watkins squeezed his fist and said to Jason that he had lost face tonight, so he put the blame on Jason.

If it wasn't because this kid was so close to Violet, how could he go to him, and if he didn't go to him, how could Violet scold him, so now he feels that all this is Jason's fault.

Jason was a little speechless when he heard the words, are people so unreasonable nowadays?

I have a good chat with my sister, you are the one who troubled me, okay? What an incomprehensible thought.

"You really talk a lot of nonsense."

Jason muttered something, but he didn't want to talk to him, so he immediately moved his wrists and clenched his hands into fists.

"Hey, kid, what's your name?" Just as the fight was about to start, Watkins suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to know what the kid's name was.

"Caesar, Caesar Alexander." Jason didn't blush when he said this.

"Caesar, I will let you understand that beauty can only be possessed by the strong!" When Watkins said this, he felt that he had suddenly grown a lot.

"Is there something wrong with this person's brain?" Gilbert had just been surrounded by people and walked out of the hall when he heard these words full of apoplexy.

He asked the people around him in disbelief.

"Watkins, he..." It was Lesnar who responded, because it was he who provoked Watkins to find trouble with Jason, but he seemed to be a bit concerned and didn't say it directly.

"Is there really something wrong with your brain?" Gilbert asked with a speechless smile, which was really beyond his expectations.

"Master Gilbert, you have just arrived in Lucca, so you may not know much about it." At this time, a noble young man walked out from behind, and he answered with a smile on his face.

"Although this Watkins has awakened extraordinary power, his mind is a bit out of his mind, which is what we often say..." He glanced around, making sure no one was paying attention, and then quietly approached Gilbert Whispered beside him: "That's what we often call a fool."

Watkins is indeed low in IQ, but he can't be called a fool. This is just a kind of irony, or jealousy, of him behind his back.

Jealous of him being able to awaken extraordinary power, but those of them who think they are gifted are not destined to be extraordinary, so they deliberately discredit Watkins.

"Oh, that's really sad." Gilbert couldn't help laughing when he heard this, and looked at Watkins pitifully.

Then he turned his attention to Jason who was opposite him. He always felt that this young man gave him a different feeling, but he couldn't tell what went wrong.

I always feel that this person is shrouded in a layer of fog. Although he looks like an ordinary person, his heart has been warning him to be careful about this person.

Gilbert has always been very confident in his intuition, because of his intuition, he has escaped countless life and death crises. Without this innate talent, maybe the person standing among the crowd today is not him up.

"Yeah, so what if this kind of person has unparalleled power?" Lesnar sneered, with a sour tone: "It's just a waste."

His words immediately aroused the sympathy and echo of several people, and they all spoke ill of Watkins and belittled him as much as possible.

But other than that, a few people kept watching them pointing and pointing like clowns, without saying a word.

A disdainful smile curled up on the corner of Gilbert's mouth, and he silently remembered these guys who slandered Watkins. They have already imprinted a useless brand in Gilbert's heart.

"Miss Willett, look, I am the strongest man!" At this moment, Watkins in the field blushed and said in a low voice, and then a wave of anger surged on his body.

"Boy, admit defeat!" He roared with his big eyes wide open, and then rushed towards Jason.

Brutal, reckless, and messy, this is Jason's evaluation of this bull-like Watkins. His fighting is completely relying on his own extraordinary strength and terrifying power to suppress his opponents. All he can deal with is the same as him. An opponent who fights by brute force.

But in Jason's place, this brute force was as useless as if it had been punched into cotton, because he couldn't touch Jason at all, so he could only roar in vain.

All the guests watched the two of them fight with a smile, as if they were watching two gladiators fight, which made Jason very unhappy.

But what makes Jason feel strange is that this place has become so noisy. The owner of the manor, Earl Wheeler Teach, has not shown up until now, and even his son, Semoa, who has been receiving guests at the door I don't know where I went.

After Jason dodged another attack from Watkins, he suddenly felt dizzy in his brain, and his thoughts went blank for a moment, as if he was the only one left in the world.

"careful!!!"

Violet screamed, waking up the distracted Jason, but by the time he regained consciousness, Watkins had already arrived in front of him!

"Stinky boy! Why didn't you hide?!"

A huge fist was filled with white energy, and it slammed into Jason's chest fiercely. If the punch was real, it would break his bones.

Because Jason's dizziness was so inexplicable that Lancelot didn't notice it. When Violet saw Jason screaming in the face of the opponent's attack, it was already too late. .

In a hurry, he could only cross his arms in front of his chest, resisting Watkins' charged blow.

"Boom!"

Jason was knocked back more than ten meters by his punch and half-kneeled in the distance. When Violet couldn't help but wanted to run over, Lancelot stopped him, because Jason hadn't lose.

"Hey, dare to fight with you, Mr. Watkins..." Watkins couldn't continue speaking halfway through his triumphant words, because he saw Jason standing up slowly.

"What a surprise."

Jason's eyes flashed with terrifying murderous intent. He was plotted against just now, which meant that someone wanted to use Watkins' hand to seriously injure or even kill him!

A series of terrifying thunderbolts appeared on his arm, repairing the damage he suffered before, and his eyes were beating with lightning, hiding his killing intent.

"really……"

Standing in the distance, Gilbert put the index finger and middle finger of his right hand together to support his temple. Looking at the thunder beating on Jason, he couldn't help muttering. His premonition was right, this Caesar was amazing.

"..."

As for the smiling expression of Lesnar next to him now, when Jason was hit just now, he felt that his plan had succeeded, because Watkins did not strike lightly or hard, this lesson is enough for that ignorant kid to remember For life.

But he didn't expect that the guy who thought he could handle it turned into a terrifying beast.

"It's really hard to tell."

Jason whispered that he thought the sneak attack just now was the backhand of the stupid big man in front of him, he stood up straight, he stretched out a fist and clenched it fiercely, his tone was cold.

"Come on, let's continue."