novelraw Chapter 341 - 342: Duel
Chapter 341 - 342: Duel
Chapter 341: Chapter 342: Duel
Adrian Desmond, having dealt with Melanie Carpenter’s affairs, was planning to pick up Sienna Johnson from work so they could discuss their honeymoon. On the way, he received a call from an unfamiliar man—none other than Arnold Cooper.
The very same man who had mocked him as a cripple at the entrance of Eastminster Group last time!
Adrian Desmond had been thinking of teaching him a lesson when he found the time, but he hadn’t expected Arnold Cooper, courting death, to deliver himself right to him.
"Head to Southgate Martial Arts School!" Adrian Desmond hung up Arnold Cooper’s call and instructed his driver.
Walter Klein looked at Adrian Desmond in surprise. "Sixth Master, aren’t we going to pick up Madam? She should be getting off work by now."
"No rush. We’re going to the Martial Arts Hall first. Someone wants to duel me!"
Not only was Walter Klein shocked, but Brett Jacobs, also in the car, was astonished. Who on earth would be so reckless as to challenge Adrian Desmond to a duel? Did they have a death wish?
The usually taciturn Brett Jacobs couldn’t suppress his curiosity. "Sixth Master, who wants to duel you? ...Does he think he’s lived too long?" Brett Jacobs genuinely admired the man’s audacity.
"A man who overestimates himself, trying to compete with me for a woman!"
A bloodthirsty glint flashed in Adrian Desmond’s eyes. "I haven’t stretched my limbs in a long time. It just so happens that someone unafraid of death has delivered himself to my doorstep, perfect for some practice."
Walter Klein broke into a cold sweat for the poor man. If he knew how ruthless Sixth Master could be, he would definitely regret today’s provocation.
「Southgate Martial Arts School.」
"Wait for me outside." Adrian Desmond didn’t allow his bodyguards to follow him in, intending to enter alone.
Brett Jacobs said warily, "Sixth Master, let me go with you. Who knows if there’s an ambush?"
Adrian Desmond chuckled. "Brett, this isn’t the Golden Triangle. Here, it’s illegal for citizens to even own firearms. So, don’t worry. Even if there is an ambush, I can handle them all by myself."
"Sixth Master, your leg injury hasn’t fully healed," Walter Klein said with concern.
"If anything happens, I’ll call you!"
Adrian Desmond gave a direct order, and Brett Jacobs and Walter Klein dared not disobey. They could only stand guard at the entrance, ready to rush in at the first sign of trouble.
The Martial Arts Hall was a modern three-story building, but the interior possessed an antique charm, with wooden floors, sliding lattice doors, and an enormous Eight Trigrams diagram painted on the ceiling.
Upon entering, one found a vast hall. The dark brown wooden floor was polished to a mirror shine. On the wall, a plaque bore the characters ’Promote Martial Arts,’ written in a vigorous and powerful script. Various weapons were arrayed on wooden racks around the perimeter. It was indeed an excellent place for a duel.
Arnold Cooper, dressed in a white martial arts uniform, was seated in an old-style wooden armchair, waiting for him.
"Uncle, you took your sweet time... I’ve been waiting ages for you..." Arnold Cooper’s gaze fell on Adrian Desmond’s leg, and he sneered, "Just as I thought, with that crippled leg, you sure walk slowly."
"Why don’t you call me ’Grandfather’?"
"Trying to get one over on me? HMPH."
Adrian Desmond smiled, his eyes resting on Arnold Cooper’s legs. He’d make sure Arnold Cooper became a cripple later.
"You want to duel me?"
Adrian Desmond began to remove his outer clothing. He took off his suit jacket, tossing it to the floor, unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt, and rolled up his sleeves. He started to warm up. His leg hadn’t fully recovered, but this minor injury wouldn’t hinder him in the slightest from taking down that brat.
"That’s right, I’m challenging you to a duel! For Sienna, I have to destroy you, you damn cripple!"
"Just you?" Adrian Desmond sized up Arnold Cooper. With his fair skin and slender build, Arnold Cooper looked utterly fragile. With a build like that, he’s no match at all.
"Just me! ...Not convinced? Just wait, I’ll make you concede defeat!"
"I heard about what happened at the wedding. You already have a wife and child, yet you still deceived our Sienna. If I don’t teach you a proper lesson, how can I face our Sienna?" Arnold Cooper completely disregarded Adrian Desmond, this cripple.
"’Your Sienna’? How did my wife become yours?" He really is asking for a beating!
Arnold Cooper had that typical roguish, eminently punchable look about him. "Screw you! Sienna would never be with a marriage-cheating scumbag like you!"
When Sienna Johnson was getting married, the Cooper family, fearing Arnold Cooper would cause a scene, had locked him up. Just when he was despondent, he suddenly heard what happened at the wedding, and Young Master Cooper was instantly reinvigorated.
Clearly, he was Sienna’s true love; otherwise, why would every one of her weddings run into problems?
"Isn’t this supposed to be a duel? Are you planning to fight me with your ’mouth’?" If we’re going to fight, let’s fight. Enough with the damn nonsense. He’s clearly all bark and no bite.
"If I beat you, you stay away from Sienna from now on. Otherwise, I’ll beat you every time I see you!" Arnold Cooper declared.
"And if I beat you, you stay away from my wife. Otherwise, every time I see you, I’ll cut off a piece of you!"
"Fine!"
Arnold Cooper, confident from his Taekwondo training since primary school and his undefeated record in fights throughout his school years, didn’t take Adrian Desmond, this cripple, seriously at all.
Arnold Cooper, not forgetting to look cool even in a duel, struck a handsome pose. Just as he was about to attack, he suddenly felt a gust of wind. His vision went black, then he was seized and slammed heavily to the ground. His back hit the floor with a loud BANG, leaving Arnold Cooper dumbfounded.
Arnold Cooper hadn’t been a model student; he was constantly involved in brawls during his school days, a veritable tyrant, an invincible fighter. Yet, this very same person was taken down in a single move.
How is that speed even possible?
"Get up... Continue!"
It had been a long time since Adrian Desmond had properly stretched his limbs, so he was in no hurry to finish Arnold Cooper, instead toying with him like a cat plays with a mouse.
Arnold Cooper scrambled up from the ground, no longer daring to underestimate his opponent.
"Uncle, didn’t expect you to have a few tricks up your sleeve, huh? Just now, I, your young master here, wasn’t paying attention and you got lucky. This time, I won’t let you get the upper hand!"
"Oh, really?"
Arnold Cooper didn’t dare to be careless now, focusing intently on the fight.
However, after only a few exchanges, Adrian Desmond sent him flying with a kick. Moreover, the man’s attacks were ruthless, each blow aimed at a vital spot.
"Haha, I didn’t expect you to be a skilled fighter too. I grew up ruling the roost on Rose Temple Street. What about you? Where did you learn your martial arts?"
"Death Island!"
Adrian Desmond’s murderous aura and relentless onslaught left Arnold Cooper barely able to defend himself. Arnold Cooper knew Adrian Desmond wasn’t using his full strength; otherwise, he wouldn’t stand a chance against this man.
"Death Island? What kind of place is that?"
"A place more terrifying than hell itself! ...Do you know what happens to pretty boys like you in there?"
"What happens?"
Adrian Desmond gave a dark laugh. "You’d be treated as a male prostitute and tortured to death!"
"Are you messing with me?"
Adrian Desmond threw a punch. Arnold Cooper dodged. Adrian Desmond’s fist then slammed into the solid wooden table, and the table cracked. Arnold Cooper cursed. Under Adrian Desmond’s fierce assault, he could only dodge, completely unable to retaliate.