My Wasted Husband Is in Power, Now!

Chapter 1403 One on One!

"An apprentice-level cultivator?"

Jordan took a closer look at the boy. No wonder this person gave him a very different feeling. There was an invisible sense of oppression. Even though the other party was smiling cheekily, he did not look very fierce.

Although he was only an apprentice level, the lowest level for a cultivator, Jordan did not dare to be careless because an apprentice level cultivator could already absorb the technological spiritual energy of the Celestial King Planet. He was already fundamentally different from an ordinary person.

However, Jordan's body was fundamentally different from ordinary Earthlings because he had been injected with Mirakuru's serum. Therefore, his strength and resistance were stronger than ordinary Earthlings.

Therefore, Jordan felt that it was not impossible for him to fight the other party.

However, Jordan was used to predicting the future. He did not want to fight a battle he was not confident in.

"I'm not interested."

However, Lincoln had invited this cultivator nephew over from afar. How could he let Jordan off so easily?

Lincoln snorted. "I don't care if you're interested or not. You embarrassed me just now and mocked me in front of so many guests. Now I'm going to make you pay!"

As he spoke, Lincoln kept knocking on the doors of the guests on this floor and shouted, "Everyone, come out

and watch the cultivators fight one-on-one. The scholar will fight one-on-one with the apprentice. Don't miss such an exciting competition."

After Lincoln shouted, most of the guests on this floor came out. Only the guests in Room 20002 did not come out.

"A scholar challenging an apprentice? Who's the scholar and who's the apprentice?"

"Damn it, how can an apprentice have the guts to challenge a scholar? Isn't that courting death?"

Lincoln laughed and said, "That boy in blue is my nephew, and he's an apprentice cultivator. I can guarantee that he can beat up this Martian. Do you believe me?"

Everyone liked to watch a fight. Previously, they had heard from Manager Lincoln that Jordan was not a cultivator, but everyone had seen that Jordan could fly.

If Jordan could not even defeat an apprentice cultivator, it meant that Manager Lincoln's suspicions were correct.

Seeing that there were more and more people, Jordan wanted to leave as soon as possible.

However, as soon as he took a step, Alt immediately stood in front of Jordan and said with a wicked smile, "Jordan, what's wrong? You don't dare to fight? Do you want to escape?"

There was also a busybody who shouted, "Cultivator, you're a scholar, aren't you? Why are you afraid of him?

Teach this brat who dared to provoke you a lesson!"

"That's right. Although we're not qualified to cultivate,This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

we've heard of many cultivators. If an apprentice cultivator dares to speak to a scholar cultivator like this, he'll definitely be beaten up. There's a clear hierarchy between cultivators."

Jordan was in a difficult position. It seemed like he had to fight him now.

"I really didn't expect to fight a cultivator before I even started cultivating."

If he still had the ability to create something out of nothing, Jordan was confident that he could defeat this kid. However, now, he could only rely on Taekwondo and martial arts to fight him.

Jordan said, "You're just an apprentice. I don't want to bully the weak, but since you're so ignorant, fine! I'll play with you."

Alt had a look of disdain on his face. "You're clearly not a cultivator, yet you're still pretending. I'll beat you until you vomit blood later. Let's see how you can still pretend!"

As he spoke, Alt threw a punch at Jordan.

Hmph. Ha.

Alt's movements were no different from the usual martial arts attacks. He was not particularly fast either. Jordan dodged them easily.

"Looks like there aren't any powerful moves at the apprentice level. It's just ordinary combat."

Jordan felt much more relaxed.

From the looks of it, people like Gerald, who could shoot flying swords, and Levana, who could create something

out of nothing and command lightning, were at very high levels.

Jordan kept dodging Alt's attacks, which made Alt very angry.

"Damn it, this kid's defense is quite good. He can actually dodge my attacks every time!"

He did not know that Jordan had rich combat experience if he were to fight alone without using cultivator skills. Ordinary people would not be able to hit him one-on-one.

After a few rounds of fighting, Jordan knew that his opponent's combat experience was obviously inferior to his. Therefore, he began to counterattack while defending himself.

Once again, after Alt missed, Jordan suddenly kicked him in the face.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

With three consecutive kicks, Alt nearly fell to the ground.

However, although Jordan seemed to have the upper hand, the audience was very surprised.

"Why is a scholar-level cultivator still standing after kicking an apprentice cultivator three times?"

"That's right. He should have attacked three times and killed the other party. Could it be that he deliberately held back?"

Alt was not angry after being kicked three times. Instead, he laughed. "Hahahaha, Martian, you're indeed not a cultivator! There was no spiritual fluctuation when

you kicked me just now. If you're a cultivator, even if you're just an apprentice cultivator, it's impossible for me to be fine when you kicked me three times. I admit that your fighting skills are above mine, but you wouldn't make such a mistake. If you let me hit you once, you will die by my hand!"