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Basement.

After a brief silence.

Cheers erupted from the stands.

"Breakthrough... Breakthrough... Breakthrough..."

Wealthy people were shouting the name ’Breakthrough.’

Whenever a new resident fighter emerged, regardless of whom they had previously supported or bet on, they all cheered because it meant more thrilling events were yet to come.

They were a group of rich thrill-seekers.

Not gamblers.

They came here just for a good time and to play around.

The boxing match was just one of the entertainment options at the Manor, among many other ’interesting’ events, like the freely available cat girls throughout the venue, tips optional of course.

In addition, there were many other special interest services offered.

Service Projects were constantly updated, with new surprises every week.

Therefore.

It was just a boxing match.

Even if they lost.

Losing hundreds of thousands or millions of euros didn’t hurt them much. Bets over two million euros were rare, aiming just for fun, and money was a trivial matter to those who entertained them.

Hardly anyone in the crowd called out his name.

Wolf was getting frustrated.

"Roar..." he yelled out loud.

Bearing the pain, Wolf swung his fists and rushed towards ’Breakthrough.’

Two seconds later.

"Clang..."

Wolf was sent flying back again, then, like a resilient fighter, he attacked again, hoping to find a way to break through.

"Clang..."

"Clang..."

"..."

Reality was harsh.

With the same posture and attack strategy, ’Breakthrough’ just had to kick, sending Wolf back again and again without being hit once by Wolf.

"Fantastic, Breakthrough, attack, take the initiative, beat him until he can’t stand up again..." Karns was ecstatically cheering from his seat, roaring at the stage. This desperate gamble seemed like it was really going to pay off.

"Hit... hit his head..."

Karns was swinging his fists as if he himself was the fighter.

But Breakthrough on the stage didn’t heed him.

He just stood there.

Waiting for Wolf’s next attack.

Logically, such a ’quiet’ match was far less stimulating than heavy exchanges of blows.

But.

The wealthy people here loved it.

Such impressive moves, never seen before.

More exhilarating than previous intensive brawls, they already knew, this was a gap in capability; Wolf might look big, but he couldn’t match the newcomer Breakthrough’s speed.

Before absolute speed.

You can’t hit the enemy.

Even the strongest attacks are meaningless.

"Breakthrough... Truly Breakthrough... Breakthrough..."

Inside the venue.

There were no other sounds.

In a corner.

The host, Andre Wardom, watched with interest as attack after attack proved ineffective, a Brazilian cigardangling from his lips, his wine glass gently swaying, casting beautiful arcs of red wine inside.

"Who is this person?" Wardom asked.

"This person was introduced by Karns, no other details provided," a Butler immediately answered at his side.

Wardom grinned and said, "Interesting, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen someone this interesting. Pay close attention to him, take him from Karns after it’s over, and then let’s see his real strength. If possible, he’s suitable for a bigger stage."

"Yes."

...

At that time.

No one in the venue believed Wolf could win.

Wolf felt the same, his body sore, his spirit injured. Being instantaneously defeated numerous times had shattered his pride; he no longer harbored any hope for victory, but he wanted a fair and intense fight with his opponent.

Wolf struggled to rise.

"Do you just want to end the fight like this? I want to see your real strength," Wolf looked into his opponent’s eyes, full of desire. Even if he was to be defeated, he wouldn’t let his opponent’s defense be the cause.

"Are you sure?" It was the first time Breakthrough spoke. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

His voice was icy cold.

A smile appeared on Wolf’s face.

He fiercely nodded twice.

"I’m certain."

"As you wish."

After Breakthrough spoke, he made a defensive gesture far from any seen in free-style fighting. Under Wolf’s solemn gaze, Breakthrough attacked for the first time, and then... there was no thereafter.

A whipping leg.

Wolf blocked with his arms.

Such defense was most effective against whipping legs in free-style fighting and the perfect method. While blocking with the hands, the head was also pulled back slightly to maximize the distance for cushioning.

Even if Tyson was here...

"Clang."

At that thought.

Wolf felt his wrist hit as if by a speeding car.

Then, his hand and face made intimate contact and he was splendidly hurled away, his vision turned black, and he fell unconscious to the ground, hearing only the last sound...

The sound of his body crashing against the iron railing.

The resounding collapse of Wolf.

Silenced the entire arena.

One by one, their mouths hung open.

They looked as though they had seen a ghost.

What had they just witnessed?

Wolf’s hands were crossed in defense, but they were forcefully broken through, and not just broken through but utterly crushed. If it were not that Wolf was holding back, then the power of that kick must have been enormous.

Indeed, Wolf had been kicked and sent flying, with no chance of faking it.

Karns was stunned as well.

He knew the victor would win.

But he had not expected such a shockingly dominant victory. He truly had found a gem this time.

Wardum’s hands trembled.

Pointing at the victor who stood as if nothing had happened, he excitedly said, "This man, we must have him from Karns, no matter the cost. He is ours."

Strength.

Speed.

Calmness.

With these three qualities combined, that would make a perfect fighter.

"Yes."

In the arena.

Wolf was judged unable to continue fighting.

The host’s voice rose at this moment.

"Was that fight thrilling?" The host was professional at stirring up the atmosphere, even though his voice was hoarse, but such a voice could make one feel the excitement of his cracked tone.

"Thrilling!" The wealthy people cooperated, letting out a loud roar.

Seeing the fight unfold.

It was worth it.

"Is the victor formidable?"

"Formidable."

The host with his hoarse voice continued to shout, "Good, I declare that in the sixth fight, the victor wins and becomes our new resident fighter for the sixth event. According to the rules, once a new resident fighter emerges, he gets one opportunity.

One opportunity to challenge other resident fighters, with no punishment for failure, but successful challengers would get a higher appearance order and a bonus of one hundred thousand euros. Mr. Victor, please tell me, what is your choice?"

Victor calmly said, "I want to challenge number one."

"What did you say? You mean the number one fighter?" the host was startled.

Thinking of number one’s physique.

The host felt apprehensive.

That was a true heavyweight, his physique much larger than Victor’s by more than just a margin.

Such a fight.

Was inherently unfair.

Like a Thai boxing fighter, vicious in attacks but sometimes incapable due to his lean physique, it was joked about, but the tonnage advantage was not to be scoffed at.

"Yes," Victor nodded.

The host wasted no words.

"Please welcome the number one fighter, Meat Mountain."

From the audience.

The number one fighter showed a scornful expression on his face.

He stood up immediately.

Stepped onto the stage.

At a height of two meters and thirty-five centimeters.

Enough to drive the average person to despair.

His muscles bulged high, his weight nearly three hundred kilograms, a genuinely crushing weight. As the number one resident fighter, he had maintained this position for almost three years, undefeated.

In those three years.

He had enjoyed women from around the world.

Night after night of revelry.

But he was also diligent, never slacking in his training, just to avoid being ousted.

Meat Mountain looked at Victor.

He sneered.

Seeing Victor’s unruffled demeanor.

"Soon, I’ll make you cry," Meat Mountain thought to himself.

He charged forward.

"Crackling."

"Bang..."

"Ah..."

"Clang."

One minute later.

Meat Mountain lay on the ground.

Counting the stars before his eyes.

He began to question his life.

The smile had long since vanished from his face.

Replaced by terror and disbelief, in just one minute, he was reduced to nothing by ’Victor,’ beaten like a punching bag, resulting in fractures all over his body.

Several ribs were broken, and everywhere hurt.

Especially his face, which was now swollen beyond recognition.

Meanwhile, in contrast to Victor.

He hadn’t even disheveled his clothes.

Now.

With his leg and wrist fractured.

Having lost the use of a hand and a leg, he could no longer stand, lying on the ground, gasping for breath, his eyes hollow, his heart filled with sorrow. Could it be that his good days were over?

He moved slightly.

"Ah..."

The pain told him.

Yes.