An Understated Dominance Chinese

Chapter 931

“Simba? What the fuck is a Simba?”

“Whoever you are, you’re going to die today since you’ve met Evan!”

Several young men and women started shouting.

They had seen Evan’s performance just moments ago. They watched how he took down several armed assassins in an instant. What more was a weaponless fighter?

“This person is clearly a martial artist built on strength. I have to catch him off guard and end the fight as soon as possible.”

Evan gave him a quick once over and made a decision.

He bent his knees slightly, slowly gathering momentum. Then, pushing down with his feet, he propelled himself forward like a bullet. He launched with tremendous power.

“Thunder Strike!” Evan shouted.

Internal energy surged through his body. Then, he threw a powerful punch straight at Simba.

A faint explosion echoed as Evan’s iron fist heavily struck Simba’s abdomen.

However, Simba didn’t react. He stood like a mountain, unflinching. He showed no signs of injuries.

“Is that all?” Simba crossed his arms. He looked down at Evan arrogantly.

A smirk played on his lips. “Are you trying to scratch my itch?”

“Huh?”

Evan froze in place. His eyes widened with disbelief.

He had put all his strength into that strike. How did it not hurt him at all? Impossible!

“You’re too weak,” Simba shook his head.

He grabbed Evan by the neck and lifted him off the ground with brute strength.

“Ugh…” Evan couldn’t breathe. As his feet hung in the air, his face flushed red.

He began to struggle frantically, but it was futile. He was like a defenseless lamb awaiting its fate.

“What?”

The group’s expressions changed dramatically as they watched on. Their earlier arrogance was replaced with terror.

No one expected the powerful Evan to be completely powerless against the muscular man. It was truly terrifying!

“You son of bitch! Release Evan right now!”

Seeing Evan in danger, Sheila picked up a knife and rushed forward.

With a sharp clang, she stabbed the knife into Simba. But it didn’t even graze his skin. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

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His enormous palm aimed to strike Sheila’s head.

“Sheila‘ Watch out!” the group shouted in shock.

However, Sheila had been paralyzed with fear. She stood frozen, unable to react

Just as everyone thought she was as good as dead, a hand grabbed Simba’s wrist.

“She’s off limits,” Dustin calmly stated as he held onto Simba.

“You dare stop me?” Simba’s gaze grew cold.

“Don’t make me fight you, or you will end up dying a horrific death,” Dustin replied stoically.

Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned.

“What the heck? Is this guy trying to get himself killed? How can he be so arrogant?”

“Even Evan can’t handle Simba. This brat is on a suicide mission.”

The remaining group whispered among themselves. They looked at Dustin as if he were a corpse.

“What trash! Go to hell!” Simba was furious.

He threw Evan aside and aimed a punch at Dustin’s forehead. But Dustin remained unfazed and threw a punch as well.

As two different–sized fists collided, a loud explosion rang out.

Simba’s arm exploded upon impact, and he was sent flying. He crashed through a wall and fell

from the second floor.

The situation left everyone stunned.