Chapter 1291


    Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 1291


    “You…! Let’s do this then! I’ll go easy on you on your first ten blows!” dered Fernando as he looked


    at Gerald before shaking his head, a wry smile on his face.


    Following that, Fernando rested his arms behind his back and even closed his eyes before turning to


    face away with Gerald.


    The way he was behaving almost suggested that he was in some sort of strange environment. That


    everything else in the entire world was meaningless to him.


    “…Does Fernando not n to make an attack…? His wordless taunt is so merciless! Fernando being


    Fernando, I suppose!”


    “He’s doing that for a reason! Did you know that the Dawsons have mastered a secret martial art skill


    called the Art of Counter Injury?”


    “The Art of what now? What does it do?”


    “From what I’ve heard, practitioners of that martial art will allow you to hit them any way you want.


    However, the more vigorous the attacker’s blows are, the heavier their hands will start to feel!”


    “Good lord! To think that such a mystical skill even exists in the world!”


    As everyone in the crowd was busy discussing the current situation in between squeals of shock and


    awe, Fernando had now enveloped himself within a mystifying-looking veil… If he was already


    mysterious before, he was even more so now.


    Seeing that, everyone could only hold their breaths as they kept their eyes peeled.


    Gerald himself had no idea what the Art of Counter Injury was. However, he did know that there was a


    high chance that he would be unable to leave today unless he resolved this incident.


    With that in mind, Gerald closed his eyes as his body quickly began emanating his immense inner


    strength… The second he opened them again, Gerald immediately began dashing toward Fernando!


    “He’s made his move! Fernando’s definitely going to counter that!”


    Everyone had their eyes glued to the scene as they watched as Gerald sessfullynded a swift kick


    on Fernando!


    Following a loud ‘thud’, the sickening sound of bones cracking became evident a split secondter as


    the crowd watched as a body was flung backward… and began colliding with rows upon rows of tables


    and chairs!


    However, the now messily-arranged chairs and tables were the least of everyone’s concerns. Since


    several members of the Martial Arts Association had been sitting right in front of Fernando’s path of


    destruction, many of them ended up flying all over the ce as well, either in their attempt to dodge the


    attack or due to being directly hit by the iing body!


    Eventually, the body finally stopped when it hit against therge hall’s ss revolving door, sending it


    shattering into a million pieces with a loud ‘crash’…!


    And of course, the body itself was Fernando’s.


    Everyone was momentarily too stupefied for words, and this was especially so for Matilda.


    When she was finally able to break from her utter shock, the stunned woman simply muttered, “…H-


    how… How is this even possible…?”


    Despite beingpletely shocked, those from within the crowd were already starting to discuss the


    situation again.


    “…Maybe Fernando has some other tactic he hadn’t revealed…?”


    “…You may be right! After all, he can’t have been defeated that easily! I’m sure he has another tactic


    up his sleeve…! …Right?”


    As everyone continued thinking about how unbelievable the current events were, Fernando himself had


    been vomiting blood, his shock and fear clearly reflected in his eyes as his body trembled vigorously.


    In a way, the sheer force of that kick alone almost seemed to have—somehow—inflicted damage on


    his entire body. Due to that absurdity, Fernando’s mind was nowpletely nk as he continued lying


    on the ground.


    Gerald, however, simply stood atop the tform before looking at Fernando and shouting, “Hey now,


    that was only one blow! You still owe me nine more hits!”


    “You should have enough energy stored by now, Fernando! Get up!”


    “Is Fernando finally going to reveal his unique skill? It’s definitely over for the other guy now!”


    Listening as everyone continued cheering him on, Fernando slowly began crawling back up. Though he


    eventually managed to—after great difficulty—he immediately began vomiting blood again, forcing his


    entire body to kneel.


    It was then when everyone realized that he truly had lost all his strength, prompting all of them to think


    the same thing.


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    ‘…What? Could… Could Fernando actually have been defeated…? To think that he even said that he’d


    go easy on his opponent for the first ten blows… All he managed to take was a single hit!’


    As Fernando cked out from all his internal injuries, Matilda ran over to him while shouting,


    “Fernando!”


    “You’re so powerful, Mr. Crawford!” cried out Aiden immensely joyfully.


    ‘Worship’ couldn’t even begin describing how awe-stricken Aiden currently was.


    “Whatever the case is, I’m assuming that nobody’s going to stop me from leaving now, don’t you think?”


    replied Gerald as he red at the bodyguards while gently patting Aiden’s shoulder.


    Seeing his frigid re, the guards immediately felt cold sweat running down their foreheads as they


    stepped aside to let him pass.


    “Humph. Let’s go!” dered Gerald as he and his party strode off, the rest of the Simes not even daring


    to raise their opinions anymore.


    “Go easy on Mr. Crawford for the first ten blows you said… Hah!” sneered Chester as he spat


    contemptuously when he walked past the unconscious man.