Chapter 91: The Unstoppable Jack Rust
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Chapter 91: The Unstoppable Jack Rust
Jack stood opposite Alexander Petrovic, glaring into his eyes.
He hadnt forgotten how Alexander tried to murder Vivi, his friend and ally. He also hadnt forgotten how the Ice Peak shamed humanity by prostrating like cowards. And most importantly, he hadnt forgotten that Alexander was only a stepping stone. The real enemy was Rufus Emberheart.
Bring out your strongest form, Alexander Petrovic, Jack declared, cracking his knuckles. His fighting spirit surged out and blanketed the stage. This will be over quickly.
The other man frowned. His short blond hair glistened in the morning sun, and his piercing blue eyes tried to see all the way to Jacks soul.
You underestimate me, he said simply.
You do not know your place. You are just a big dog. How could you possibly stop me?
What would that make your ally, then? Worse than a dog?
Wild dogs can eat humans. But when the hunter arrives, there is only one path: death. Unless you plan to submit to me, too, as you did to the slightly larger dog you serve.
Gasps ran through the spectator stands. Insulting Rufus while hidden in a large crowd was one thing; doing it openly was another. Then again, it wouldnt be the first time for Jack. As he had told the head judge, he was a troublemaker, and he wouldnt have it any other way.
Your tongue runs, American. Lets see it freeze.
The temperature dropped sharply throughout the arena. Jack felt it up-close for the first time, unprotected by the energy ceiling of the stage. It was cold, yesperhaps dozens of degrees below freezing point. To his highly-strengthened body, it was merely a chill.
Contrary to his boasts, Alexander did assume his ice form immediately. The glacial egg appeared around him, and half a minute later, it cracked open, revealing a man clad in ice. He had ice wings, an ice tail, two ice swords, and his arms were covered in ice to the shoulder. Even his feet were encased in ice, such that they resembled talons.
Alexanders body itself now exuded a deep cold.
Jack let that all happen. He did not strike the egg, only watched with arms crossed.
You sure took your time, he said when Alexander emerged. I was getting bored out here. Thought Id eat an ice-cream.
You are arrogant, American.
No. I am strong.
Jack clenched his fists and assumed a fighting stance.nôvel binz was the first platform to present this chapter.
He hadnt managed to develop a fighting style yet. He had fought against Sparman for several hours last night, all the way until the moon reached its peak, but he got nowhere. Unfortunately, his current strength was enough to overpower Sparmans fifth level but lose catastrophically to the sixth, and neither option was suitable for developing a fighting style.
However, he could feel that he was close; all he lacked was fighting experience with his current level of skills. He hoped that Alexander could give him that.
The ice man flew forth. He left traces of snow behind him as the air froze over, and anything his feet touched became ice. His twin swords cried and whistled as they came crashing down on Jack.
One would argue that fighting bare-chested wasnt the best way to go about this. Jack, however, had his reasons. Anything between himself and the heat of the battle limited his connection to the Dao and hampered his progressor, at least, so he felt.
He stepped back, anticipating Alexanders attack. Though he was durable, he was reluctant to block those blades with his hands. As Alexander approached, Jack shot out a hail of jabs.
His hand moved back and forth so quickly it left afterimages. His closed fist punched the air, letting its shockwave travel forward and explode on Alexanders body. Thanks to Drills advancement, he could now shoot his fists up to nine feet away.
Alexander hadnt expected that. The moment he approached Jack, shockwaves flew at him like ghost fists. They arrived a dime a dozen and crashed hard into him, instantly halting his momentum and sending him flying back. Alexander rolled on the ground, and Jack was already there, having closed the distance.
He punched repeatedly. Every strike was hard and fast, barely kept at bay by Alexanders defenses. Alexander tried to block, parry, and redirect, but always found himself on the back foot. He tried to strike back, but Jack now had perfect balance and control of his body, and he could dodge while still shooting out punches.
A fist landed clean on Alexanders face, two more in his sternum, and a fourth on his left wing, shattering it in the process. The audience watched in silent shock for a moment before cheering.
Ice was a predominantly defensive Dao. However, the fist was predominantly offensiveand Jack was stronger than Alexander.
He clenched a purple fist, stealing the worlds colors. The sound of his footsteps faded as the ice turned paler. He drove his fist through the ice sheets, piercing and shattering them all like glass. His punch met Alexanders face straight-on, exploding like a meteor and sending him flying back head-first to ram into a wall.
The people cheered.
Jack stopped his advance, panting a bit. His forearm now sported shallow red cuts from the ice, but other than that, he was unhurt. He stared at Alexander, who was struggling to stand. His nose was broken, his entire face was bloodied, but his most wounded part was his pride.
Jack didnt pursue the attack; he simply stared at Alexander with the gaze of a conqueror. His point was clear, as was the battles winner. He didnt intend to kill his opponent and be disqualified here, anyway.
Had enough? he asked again, and this time, Alexander had no retort.
After a moments hesitation, he uttered, I resign. The crowd erupted in cheers. Jack raised a fist into the air, and the cheers intensified. He laughed out loud.
He had struck back against Rufuss mental warfare. He, too, had obliterated his opponentthough he, too, was a clear counter.
Most importantly, he had proven himself as Earths strongest human.
Remember this the next time you bully my allies, dickhead, he roared at Alexander, pointing a finger at him. A loser had no right to retort. This last provocation was for Vivi, though he kept himself discreet. This was her battle to fight, not his. His real opponent was still waiting. Now run to your master like the good dog you are and tell him to sleep in fear. Jack Rust is coming.
They were already irreconcilable enemieswhat did he have to lose?
Alexander did not respond. He conjured a staircase of ice and walked back to his seat in the stands, where his people welcomed him with a deep nod. He did not respond, only sat on his chair and closed his eyes.
The Ice Peak was not the Flame River. Even if he lost, Alexander Petrovic would never show weakness, or hed be backstabbed in the blink of an eye. He had reserved enough mana to return to his seat gracefully.
The crowd still cheered as Jack jumped on top of the giant wall of ice and raised his fist in triumph. A moment later, magic flashed from the djinns responsible for cleaning up, and the wall disappeared. Jack returned to his seat with a wide smile.
Hey, Vivi was the first to speak. That was pretty tame. I expected you to yell about taking revenge for me.
Well, I kinda did, but I kept it low-key. Why? Do you need me to take revenge for you? he asked, a brow raised.
A grin crept on Vivis face. No. I will take it myself. I just didnt know you were sothoughtful.
I know you are not a damsel in distress, Vivi. You can handle your own battles. Its part of your charm, he said with a wink, and Vivi couldnt help but nod smilingly.
Thank you, Jack.
No problem. Its what allies do, right? he replied with a big smile. She rolled her eyes but couldnt hide a smile.
Jack, Dorman said, walking up to him. Good luck in the finals.
Thanks. I actually have something to ask of you, Dorman, Jack said, turning to him. I need a training partner for today. Are you up for it?
Dorman raised a brow, then grinned widely. Of course, he replied simply.
Edgar and the Flame River fell on Jack to congratulate him, and the Sage nodded wisely. The head judges voice came again.
Tomorrow at dawn, we will watch the final battle of the Integration Tournament. Rufus Emberheart and the Dao of Supremacy versus Jack Rust and the Dao of the Fist. The greatest genius of Earth-387 will be declared tomorrow!
The crowd cheered and stomped their feet on the wooden stands, raising a thunderous sound that echoed throughout the Integration City. Behind the curtain, Rufus nodded. Atop the white tower, the C-Grade lioness turned her head.
And in one particular estate of the participant district, a bald monk with a sharp beard had his brows furrowed as he desperately argued against an invincible opponent.
Finally, his brow relaxed. A wide smile appeared on his face. Thank you, Master! he roared, laughing.
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Chapter 91: The Unstoppable Jack Rust
Jack stood opposite Alexander Petrovic, glaring into his eyes.
He hadnt forgotten how Alexander tried to murder Vivi, his friend and ally. He also hadnt forgotten how the Ice Peak shamed humanity by prostrating like cowards. And most importantly, he hadnt forgotten that Alexander was only a stepping stone. The real enemy was Rufus Emberheart.
Bring out your strongest form, Alexander Petrovic, Jack declared, cracking his knuckles. His fighting spirit surged out and blanketed the stage. This will be over quickly.
The other man frowned. His short blond hair glistened in the morning sun, and his piercing blue eyes tried to see all the way to Jacks soul.
You underestimate me, he said simply.
You do not know your place. You are just a big dog. How could you possibly stop me?
What would that make your ally, then? Worse than a dog?
Wild dogs can eat humans. But when the hunter arrives, there is only one path: death. Unless you plan to submit to me, too, as you did to the slightly larger dog you serve.
Gasps ran through the spectator stands. Insulting Rufus while hidden in a large crowd was one thing; doing it openly was another. Then again, it wouldnt be the first time for Jack. As he had told the head judge, he was a troublemaker, and he wouldnt have it any other way.
Your tongue runs, American. Lets see it freeze.
The temperature dropped sharply throughout the arena. Jack felt it up-close for the first time, unprotected by the energy ceiling of the stage. It was cold, yesperhaps dozens of degrees below freezing point. To his highly-strengthened body, it was merely a chill.
Contrary to his boasts, Alexander did assume his ice form immediately. The glacial egg appeared around him, and half a minute later, it cracked open, revealing a man clad in ice. He had ice wings, an ice tail, two ice swords, and his arms were covered in ice to the shoulder. Even his feet were encased in ice, such that they resembled talons.
Alexanders body itself now exuded a deep cold.
Jack let that all happen. He did not strike the egg, only watched with arms crossed.
You sure took your time, he said when Alexander emerged. I was getting bored out here. Thought Id eat an ice-cream.
You are arrogant, American.
No. I am strong.
Jack clenched his fists and assumed a fighting stance.nôvel binz was the first platform to present this chapter.
He hadnt managed to develop a fighting style yet. He had fought against Sparman for several hours last night, all the way until the moon reached its peak, but he got nowhere. Unfortunately, his current strength was enough to overpower Sparmans fifth level but lose catastrophically to the sixth, and neither option was suitable for developing a fighting style.
However, he could feel that he was close; all he lacked was fighting experience with his current level of skills. He hoped that Alexander could give him that.
The ice man flew forth. He left traces of snow behind him as the air froze over, and anything his feet touched became ice. His twin swords cried and whistled as they came crashing down on Jack.
One would argue that fighting bare-chested wasnt the best way to go about this. Jack, however, had his reasons. Anything between himself and the heat of the battle limited his connection to the Dao and hampered his progressor, at least, so he felt.
He stepped back, anticipating Alexanders attack. Though he was durable, he was reluctant to block those blades with his hands. As Alexander approached, Jack shot out a hail of jabs.
His hand moved back and forth so quickly it left afterimages. His closed fist punched the air, letting its shockwave travel forward and explode on Alexanders body. Thanks to Drills advancement, he could now shoot his fists up to nine feet away.
Alexander hadnt expected that. The moment he approached Jack, shockwaves flew at him like ghost fists. They arrived a dime a dozen and crashed hard into him, instantly halting his momentum and sending him flying back. Alexander rolled on the ground, and Jack was already there, having closed the distance.
He punched repeatedly. Every strike was hard and fast, barely kept at bay by Alexanders defenses. Alexander tried to block, parry, and redirect, but always found himself on the back foot. He tried to strike back, but Jack now had perfect balance and control of his body, and he could dodge while still shooting out punches.
A fist landed clean on Alexanders face, two more in his sternum, and a fourth on his left wing, shattering it in the process. The audience watched in silent shock for a moment before cheering.
Ice was a predominantly defensive Dao. However, the fist was predominantly offensiveand Jack was stronger than Alexander.
He clenched a purple fist, stealing the worlds colors. The sound of his footsteps faded as the ice turned paler. He drove his fist through the ice sheets, piercing and shattering them all like glass. His punch met Alexanders face straight-on, exploding like a meteor and sending him flying back head-first to ram into a wall.
The people cheered.
Jack stopped his advance, panting a bit. His forearm now sported shallow red cuts from the ice, but other than that, he was unhurt. He stared at Alexander, who was struggling to stand. His nose was broken, his entire face was bloodied, but his most wounded part was his pride.
Jack didnt pursue the attack; he simply stared at Alexander with the gaze of a conqueror. His point was clear, as was the battles winner. He didnt intend to kill his opponent and be disqualified here, anyway.
Had enough? he asked again, and this time, Alexander had no retort.
After a moments hesitation, he uttered, I resign. The crowd erupted in cheers. Jack raised a fist into the air, and the cheers intensified. He laughed out loud.
He had struck back against Rufuss mental warfare. He, too, had obliterated his opponentthough he, too, was a clear counter.
Most importantly, he had proven himself as Earths strongest human.
Remember this the next time you bully my allies, dickhead, he roared at Alexander, pointing a finger at him. A loser had no right to retort. This last provocation was for Vivi, though he kept himself discreet. This was her battle to fight, not his. His real opponent was still waiting. Now run to your master like the good dog you are and tell him to sleep in fear. Jack Rust is coming.
They were already irreconcilable enemieswhat did he have to lose?
Alexander did not respond. He conjured a staircase of ice and walked back to his seat in the stands, where his people welcomed him with a deep nod. He did not respond, only sat on his chair and closed his eyes.
The Ice Peak was not the Flame River. Even if he lost, Alexander Petrovic would never show weakness, or hed be backstabbed in the blink of an eye. He had reserved enough mana to return to his seat gracefully.
The crowd still cheered as Jack jumped on top of the giant wall of ice and raised his fist in triumph. A moment later, magic flashed from the djinns responsible for cleaning up, and the wall disappeared. Jack returned to his seat with a wide smile.
Hey, Vivi was the first to speak. That was pretty tame. I expected you to yell about taking revenge for me.
Well, I kinda did, but I kept it low-key. Why? Do you need me to take revenge for you? he asked, a brow raised.
A grin crept on Vivis face. No. I will take it myself. I just didnt know you were sothoughtful.
I know you are not a damsel in distress, Vivi. You can handle your own battles. Its part of your charm, he said with a wink, and Vivi couldnt help but nod smilingly.
Thank you, Jack.
No problem. Its what allies do, right? he replied with a big smile. She rolled her eyes but couldnt hide a smile.
Jack, Dorman said, walking up to him. Good luck in the finals.
Thanks. I actually have something to ask of you, Dorman, Jack said, turning to him. I need a training partner for today. Are you up for it?
Dorman raised a brow, then grinned widely. Of course, he replied simply.
Edgar and the Flame River fell on Jack to congratulate him, and the Sage nodded wisely. The head judges voice came again.
Tomorrow at dawn, we will watch the final battle of the Integration Tournament. Rufus Emberheart and the Dao of Supremacy versus Jack Rust and the Dao of the Fist. The greatest genius of Earth-387 will be declared tomorrow!
The crowd cheered and stomped their feet on the wooden stands, raising a thunderous sound that echoed throughout the Integration City. Behind the curtain, Rufus nodded. Atop the white tower, the C-Grade lioness turned her head.
And in one particular estate of the participant district, a bald monk with a sharp beard had his brows furrowed as he desperately argued against an invincible opponent.
Finally, his brow relaxed. A wide smile appeared on his face. Thank you, Master! he roared, laughing.
Chapter 91: The Unstoppable Jack RustJack stood opposite Alexander Petrovic, glaring into his eyes.He hadnt forgotten how Alexander tried to murder Vivi, his friend and ally. He also hadnt forgotten how the Ice Peak shamed humanity by prostrating like cowards. And most importantly, he hadnt forgotten that Alexander was only a stepping stone. The real enemy was Rufus Emberheart.Bring out your strongest form, Alexander Petrovic, Jack declared, cracking his knuckles. His fighting spirit surged out and blanketed the stage. This will be over quickly.The other man frowned. His short blond hair glistened in the morning sun, and his piercing blue eyes tried to see all the way to Jacks soul.You underestimate me, he said simply.You do not know your place. You are just a big dog. How could you possibly stop me?What would that make your ally, then? Worse than a dog?Wild dogs can eat humans. But when the hunter arrives, there is only one path: death. Unless you plan to submit to me, too, as you did to the slightly larger dog you serve.Gasps ran through the spectator stands. Insulting Rufus while hidden in a large crowd was one thing; doing it openly was another. Then again, it wouldnt be the first time for Jack. As he had told the head judge, he was a troublemaker, and he wouldnt have it any other way.Your tongue runs, American. Lets see it freeze.The temperature dropped sharply throughout the arena. Jack felt it up-close for the first time, unprotected by the energy ceiling of the stage. It was cold, yesperhaps dozens of degrees below freezing point. To his highly-strengthened body, it was merely a chill.Contrary to his boasts, Alexander did assume his ice form immediately. The glacial egg appeared around him, and half a minute later, it cracked open, revealing a man clad in ice. He had ice wings, an ice tail, two ice swords, and his arms were covered in ice to the shoulder. Even his feet were encased in ice, such that they resembled talons.Alexanders body itself now exuded a deep cold.Jack let that all happen. He did not strike the egg, only watched with arms crossed.You sure took your time, he said when Alexander emerged. I was getting bored out here. Thought Id eat an ice-cream.You are arrogant, American.No. I am strong.Jack clenched his fists and assumed a fighting stance.novel binz was the first platform to present this chapter.He hadnt managed to develop a fighting style yet. He had fought against Sparman for several hours last night, all the way until the moon reached its peak, but he got nowhere. Unfortunately, his current strength was enough to overpower Sparmans fifth level but lose catastrophically to the sixth, and neither option was suitable for developing a fighting style.However, he could feel that he was close; all he lacked was fighting experience with his current level of skills. He hoped that Alexander could give him that.The ice man flew forth. He left traces of snow behind him as the air froze over, and anything his feet touched became ice. His twin swords cried and whistled as they came crashing down on Jack.One would argue that fighting bare-chested wasnt the best way to go about this. Jack, however, had his reasons. Anything between himself and the heat of the battle limited his connection to the Dao and hampered his progressor, at least, so he felt.He stepped back, anticipating Alexanders attack. Though he was durable, he was reluctant to block those blades with his hands. As Alexander approached, Jack shot out a hail of jabs.His hand moved back and forth so quickly it left afterimages. His closed fist punched the air, letting its shockwave travel forward and explode on Alexanders body. Thanks to Drills advancement, he could now shoot his fists up to nine feet away.Alexander hadnt expected that. The moment he approached Jack, shockwaves flew at him like ghost fists. They arrived a dime a dozen and crashed hard into him, instantly halting his momentum and sending him flying back. Alexander rolled on the ground, and Jack was already there, having closed the distance.He punched repeatedly. Every strike was hard and fast, barely kept at bay by Alexanders defenses. Alexander tried to block, parry, and redirect, but always found himself on the back foot. He tried to strike back, but Jack now had perfect balance and control of his body, and he could dodge while still shooting out punches.A fist landed clean on Alexanders face, two more in his sternum, and a fourth on his left wing, shattering it in the process. The audience watched in silent shock for a moment before cheering.Ice was a predominantly defensive Dao. However, the fist was predominantly offensiveand Jack was stronger than Alexander.He clenched a purple fist, stealing the worlds colors. The sound of his footsteps faded as the ice turned paler. He drove his fist through the ice sheets, piercing and shattering them all like glass. His punch met Alexanders face straight-on, exploding like a meteor and sending him flying back head-first to ram into a wall.The people cheered.Jack stopped his advance, panting a bit. His forearm now sported shallow red cuts from the ice, but other than that, he was unhurt. He stared at Alexander, who was struggling to stand. His nose was broken, his entire face was bloodied, but his most wounded part was his pride.Jack didnt pursue the attack; he simply stared at Alexander with the gaze of a conqueror. His point was clear, as was the battles winner. He didnt intend to kill his opponent and be disqualified here, anyway.Had enough? he asked again, and this time, Alexander had no retort.After a moments hesitation, he uttered, I resign. The crowd erupted in cheers. Jack raised a fist into the air, and the cheers intensified. He laughed out loud.He had struck back against Rufuss mental warfare. He, too, had obliterated his opponentthough he, too, was a clear counter.Most importantly, he had proven himself as Earths strongest human.Remember this the next time you bully my allies, dickhead, he roared at Alexander, pointing a finger at him. A loser had no right to retort. This last provocation was for Vivi, though he kept himself discreet. This was her battle to fight, not his. His real opponent was still waiting. Now run to your master like the good dog you are and tell him to sleep in fear. Jack Rust is coming.They were already irreconcilable enemieswhat did he have to lose?Alexander did not respond. He conjured a staircase of ice and walked back to his seat in the stands, where his people welcomed him with a deep nod. He did not respond, only sat on his chair and closed his eyes.The Ice Peak was not the Flame River. Even if he lost, Alexander Petrovic would never show weakness, or hed be backstabbed in the blink of an eye. He had reserved enough mana to return to his seat gracefully.The crowd still cheered as Jack jumped on top of the giant wall of ice and raised his fist in triumph. A moment later, magic flashed from the djinns responsible for cleaning up, and the wall disappeared. Jack returned to his seat with a wide smile.Hey, Vivi was the first to speak. That was pretty tame. I expected you to yell about taking revenge for me.Well, I kinda did, but I kept it low-key. Why? Do you need me to take revenge for you? he asked, a brow raised.A grin crept on Vivis face. No. I will take it myself. I just didnt know you were sothoughtful.I know you are not a damsel in distress, Vivi. You can handle your own battles. Its part of your charm, he said with a wink, and Vivi couldnt help but nod smilingly.Thank you, Jack.No problem. Its what allies do, right? he replied with a big smile. She rolled her eyes but couldnt hide a smile.Jack, Dorman said, walking up to him. Good luck in the finals.Thanks. I actually have something to ask of you, Dorman, Jack said, turning to him. I need a training partner for today. Are you up for it?Dorman raised a brow, then grinned widely. Of course, he replied simply.Edgar and the Flame River fell on Jack to congratulate him, and the Sage nodded wisely. The head judges voice came again.Tomorrow at dawn, we will watch the final battle of the Integration Tournament. Rufus Emberheart and the Dao of Supremacy versus Jack Rust and the Dao of the Fist. The greatest genius of Earth-387 will be declared tomorrow!The crowd cheered and stomped their feet on the wooden stands, raising a thunderous sound that echoed throughout the Integration City. Behind the curtain, Rufus nodded. Atop the white tower, the C-Grade lioness turned her head.And in one particular estate of the participant district, a bald monk with a sharp beard had his brows furrowed as he desperately argued against an invincible opponent. Finally, his brow relaxed. A wide smile appeared on his face. Thank you, Master! he roared, laughing.
