Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

But he worried too much.

Julius Reed had considered Hamza’s grave injuries and the fact that he couldn’t personally enter the fray to kill, so he specially sent a small team for Hamza to command.

Hamza only needed to show up and confirm his identity as a Skyfire person.

Looking at the team lined up in front of him, Hamza still felt uncertain.

The Ridge Family’s black-clad guards were formidable, even the Saint Heir was no match for them.

Step back ten thousand paces, even if those black-clad swordsmen stayed put, the Ridge Family was teeming with experts. It was possible to break in, but whether one could get out was unclear to anyone.

If he couldn’t get out, it was still a dead end for him, only it would allow him to live a tiny bit longer than a direct suicide.

“Don’t worry, these men are one in a hundred, far stronger than those useless employees of yours,” Julius Reed said, noticing Hamza’s concerns and trying to comfort him.

But Hamza didn’t believe it.

The Skyfire disciples he commanded were the most powerful fighters within the sect, with the most abundant methods of killing.

Ordinary people couldn’t even come close, let alone surpass them.

But under someone’s roof, one has no choice but to bow their head; besides, those employees were now a thing of the past. Having betrayed Skyfire, he could no longer return to the sect.

“It seems Leader Eulalia has some concerns. How about this, you all can spar with Leader Eulalia. Remember to hold back and take care not to hurt Leader Eulalia.”

Julius Reed stood with his hands clasped behind his back in front of the group, speaking with a smile.

“Mr. Reed must be joking. I believe these men are one in ten thousand. It’s just that you also know very well how formidable I am. If all these men were better than me, wouldn’t I have gained an undeserved reputation in Skyfire?” Hamza said with a proud tone, although his words were arrogant, they carried a trace of nostalgia for the past.

He didn’t believe these men could be that powerful; survival was all he wanted.

“Leader Eulalia, seeing is believing. Why don’t you spar with them?”

Julius Reed appeared to have no intention of changing his mind, still eager for Hamza to try his hand against the men before him.

“Let’s get something straight, stop at a touch and be careful with Leader Eulalia.”

Even the ever-patient Hamza was starting to find it hard to bear. He had already deferred twice, giving Julius Reed face, and having just cast his lot with him, it was time to show his worth.

“Since Mr. Reed wants to see for himself, then I will choose the strongest one! This is just a sparring session for comparison; don’t take it too seriously!”

Hamza glanced around at the people before him and pointed at a muscular young man: “You! You seem stronger than the rest.”

The people before him were all lean, except for this young man who was muscular and looked like he had some training under his belt.

But Hamza was still confident. As one of Skyfire’s formidable leaders, if he were defeated by a young man, there was no point in him continuing.

“Leader Eulalia, are you sure you want him for the first round? I think you might want to pick the weakest one first, to avoid shaking your confidence,” Julius Reed said, still with a smile as if he had anticipated all this.

“No need! Mr. Reed, rest assured, I’ll make sure they spit teeth! Just don’t blame me for being too heavy-handed,” Hamza replied with a deep bow, his good arm gesturing the youth over: “I have an injured arm, but to beat you, a single finger is enough!”

His heart was full of rage. He felt looked down upon by Julius Reed, and saw all this as an insult!

A bunch of lackeys needed him to personally handle them!

Hamza clenched his fist tightly with his good hand, waiting to teach these ignorant youngsters a lesson and to show Julius Reed his true strength!

“The two of you go ahead and spar, I’ll watch from the side. Oh, and since Leader Eulalia has an injured arm, you should let him use his good arm.”

With a wave of his hand, Julius Reed had someone bring over a chair.

He sat in the chair with one leg crossed over the other, waiting to watch the contest.

“No need!”

Hamza took a deep breath and said coldly, “Mr. Reed is taking me too lightly. Although I’m just a minor leader in Skyfire, my skills are definitely not to be underestimated!”

“Then don’t show any mercy.”

Julius Reed waved his hand, and the young man narrowed his eyes, throwing a punch out of thin air!

“Child’s play.”

Hamza sneered coldly and didn’t take the young man’s punch seriously at all. He reached out with one hand to grab the young man’s wrist!

This was his signature move. Once Hamza locked onto a wrist, the arm was essentially rendered useless!

He hadn’t intended to be so heavy-handed, but Julius Reed’s repeated provocations and insults, combined with Hamza’s own desire to establish his authority, led him to choose to sacrifice the arm of this strongest young man!

It had already been agreed beforehand that if anything were to happen, it would not be Hamza’s responsibility.

Moreover, he wanted to get a feel for his new subordinates. If they truly lacked fighting ability, then Hamza would definitely advise Julius Reed to abandon this plan.

Swoosh!

The two fists finally collided!

Hamza only felt a numbness in his arm and was forced to retreat several steps, as a piercing pain immediately spread through him, making him involuntarily take a sharp breath!

But the young man he was fighting didn’t seem to have any problem at all.

After landing a successful hit, the young man leaped up and aimed a kick directly at Hamza’s face!

Hamza hurriedly blocked with his arm, not realizing that the kick was so powerful it not only caused his arm excruciating pain but also knocked him to the ground.

The young man struck with speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness, leaving Hamza on the ground, letting out a pained howl.

But that wasn’t the end of it. Hamza stood up from the ground, his face filled with embarrassment.

After talking a big game, he was defeated in just two moves, especially in front of so many people.

How was Hamza going to command these people after this? How could he expect them to follow his orders?

“Be gentler with your hits! Leader Eulalia is already injured, just stop when you’ve made your point, how can you beat him so harshly?” Julius Reed quickly called out to the young man who was about to strike again, signaling him to stop.

But to Hamza’s ears, these words sounded incredibly harsh, making his face burn with pain.

Having just boasted only to be immediately humiliated, could there be anything more embarrassing than that?

“I didn’t adjust properly just now.” Hamza walked up to the group, pointed at a particularly skinny young man, and said, “You come out, let’s have a match.”

This person was very skinny and seemed significantly less capable than the young man from before.

Hamza consoled himself mentally, thinking that in the future, he shouldn’t call on the strongest person first but start with the weakest, to avoid immediate embarrassment.

“Me?”

The skinny man stepped forward, pointing at himself and asking.

“Make your move!”

Hamza watched the skinny man warily, ready to defend against any attack.

“Then I’ll make my move.”

The skinny man vanished from his spot in an instant.