Chapter 138: The Calm Man Who Wouldn’t Fall
The Calm Man Who Wouldn’t Fall
Into the Melodic Sea music store came Jareb, moving like someone who owned the floor. The space around him shifted, as if making room on its own. There - by the old piano sat a man in a dark blue suit, face lined with years. Eyes met, fast, no delay.
Frost crept across his grin. A quiet chill shaped the curve of his mouth.
His head leaned a little to the side when he started talking, dripping with sarcasm. A smirk shaped his words before they even left his mouth.
"Do you really think you’re worthy..."
His eyes began at the worn shoes, then climbed upward, stopping only when they met the weathered face. Slowly he waited, silence stretching between each heartbeat.
"...of making a move against our Young Master Julian?"
A hush spread through the space.
Someone walked in, heads swiveled toward them. The air shifted as eyes locked on the stranger.
For just an instant, workers held their breath.
Someone whispered softly.
"Did he just say... Young Master Julian?"
A voice nearby broke the quiet, puzzled.
"Who is that guy...?"
Far off near the wall, Manish Hall tilted his gaze just a touch, watching Julian once more.
Out of Jareb’s mouth came a quiet tone - yet each phrase dripped cold disdain. The stillness in his speech made the scorn sharper.
For a moment, the old man in dark blue stopped moving. Then he just stood there, stiff.
Then he sneered.
"Oh?"
Laughter hid behind his words. He spoke like he was mocking something unseen.
"So you’re saying..."
His eyes landed on Julian once more, full of quiet scorn.
"...that this man is your Young Master Julian?"
Some folks close by glanced at each other, wide-eyed. Quiet surprise hung between them.
A shadow passed across Jareb’s face. His eyes narrowed just a little.
A spark of rage lit up his gaze. Then it faded just as fast.
But before he could speak—
Julian calmly lifted a hand and placed it lightly on Jareb’s shoulder.
The gesture was gentle.
Almost casual.
Jareb immediately understood.
He turned his head toward Julian.
Julian’s expression was calm.
He didn’t say a single word.
He simply gave a small nod.
That was enough.
The anger in Jareb’s eyes disappeared instantly.
A faint, respectful smile appeared on his face.
Without arguing further, he stepped to the side.
The movement was smooth and obedient.
To outsiders it looked strange.
Why would someone so confident suddenly back down?
But Jareb knew the truth.
If Young Master Julian wanted to handle something himself...
No one had the right to interfere.
Seeing Jareb step aside, the elderly man laughed coldly.
"Good."
He rolled his shoulders slightly.
"Looks like your bodyguard understands his place."
His eyes filled with disdain.
Then he sneered at Julian.
"Your useless young master..."
His voice became sharper.
"Why wouldn’t I be worthy of making a move against him?"
Before anyone could react—
The elderly man suddenly moved.
His hands blurred like lightning.
In a single breath he unleashed a flurry of strikes.
Five consecutive lightning whip strikes!
His arms cracked through the air like whips.
Fast.
Precise.
Brutal.
Each strike aimed at Julian’s vital points.
Neck.
Chest.
Ribs.
Abdomen.
Temple.
The speed was terrifying.
A normal person wouldn’t even see the attacks coming.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
The strikes landed one after another.
Liza Voss’s pupils shrank.
Too close!
The distance between them was barely two meters.
Even she didn’t have time to intervene.
Her body filled with killing intent instantly.
If Julian were hurt—
She would kill this old man immediately.
But then—
She froze.
Because Julian...
Didn’t move.
Not even a step.
He simply stood there.
Calm.
Unbothered.
The old man’s lightning attacks struck him directly.
Yet Julian’s body remained perfectly still.
Even his clothes didn’t wrinkle.
It was as if the blows had struck a mountain.
After the final strike landed, Julian looked at the old man calmly.
His tone was almost bored.
"Is that all?"
"???"
The elderly man’s pupils shrank violently.
He took two steps back instinctively.
Shock filled his face.
He stared at Julian as if looking at a ghost.
As an Old Martial Arts practitioner, he knew exactly how terrifying his attacks were.
Those five lightning whip strikes—
They were powerful enough to cripple an ordinary person instantly.
Even a trained fighter would suffer severe internal injuries.
But Julian...
Hadn’t moved.
Not even slightly.
The old man looked down.
Julian’s clothes were completely smooth.
Not a single wrinkle.
It was as if he had never been struck at all.
Julian slowly raised his hand.
Three fingers.
"Continue."
His voice remained calm.
"I don’t bully the weak."
He looked at the old man indifferently.
"I’ll give you three more chances."
Behind him, Manish Hall frowned in irritation.
"Old man!"
He shouted impatiently.
"What are you doing?"
His voice grew colder.
"Stop holding back."
"If you kill him..."
He waved his hand dismissively.
"I’ll take care of it."
The old man’s face became extremely complicated.
He had indeed held back earlier.
But only a little.
Now he felt something was terribly wrong.
Still—
He gritted his teeth.
Then suddenly leaped forward.
His body twisted through the air.
His foot shot out like a spear.
A devastating kick aimed directly at Julian’s temple.
At that moment, the power inside his leg was terrifying.
Even a solid stone would shatter under that strike.
But—
Julian remained motionless.
The kick struck his head.
Yet his body didn’t even sway.
He simply stood there.
Julian lowered his hand slightly.
Two fingers remained raised.
"Two more chances."
The old man’s heart finally sank.
Just now...
He had used all his strength.
Behind Julian, Liza stood frozen.
Her breathing slowed.
Her eyes widened slightly.
Her strength had already reached the Silver Realm.
Her perception was far sharper than the old man’s.
If she had taken that kick without defending—
She would have been seriously injured.
Yet Julian...
Hadn’t even reacted.
What is going on...?
Her mind raced.
Could Young Master Julian actually be...
She remembered the rumors.
That Evan’s mysterious injury had something to do with him.
Is it true...?
Meanwhile, Jareb stood calmly nearby.
He wasn’t surprised at all.
He had already witnessed something far more shocking.
Back then—
Four Iron Realm experts had attacked Julian together for several minutes.
Yet Julian hadn’t suffered a single scratch.
Compared to that...
This old man was nothing.
Inside Jareb’s mind, he couldn’t help laughing.
With Young Master Julian’s strength...
Even if he were taking a dump right now...
He could still casually withstand this old man’s attacks.
Finally, Jareb spoke.
His voice was low and cold.
"Two more chances won’t change anything."
He looked at the old man with pity.
"Even a hundred chances wouldn’t help."
He folded his arms.
"Young Master Julian is a Gold Realm expert."
His words echoed through the shop.
"...far beyond your reach."
The elderly man trembled.
"Gold... Realm..."
Cold sweat instantly soaked his back.
In truth—
He had already suspected it.
But hearing it confirmed made his heart collapse.
A Gold Realm expert.
And so young.
No wonder...
No wonder his attacks had no effect.
No wonder Julian hadn’t bothered to fight back.
Would an adult rush to fight a child?
Of course not.
Experts had pride.
The old man understood this perfectly.
At that moment...
All courage left his body.
His eyes filled with both fear and admiration as he looked at Julian.
To witness such a genius with his own eyes—
Perhaps his life was not wasted after all.
Nearby, Marichi tugged nervously at Manish Hall’s sleeve.
Her voice was low.
"Young Master Hall..."
"What does Gold Realm mean?"
Manish Hall’s face suddenly turned extremely ugly.
"Shut up."
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
He struck her several times across the face.
Her head snapped sideways with each blow.
Marichi froze.
Her cheeks were already swollen.
Now they were even worse.
But she didn’t dare cry.
She could only tremble as she looked at him.
Her mind filled with confusion.
What happened...?
Why is Young Master Hall suddenly this angry?