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Chapter 958: Chapter 841: Instantly Defeated? (Please Subscribe!)
Europe.
Denmark.
Inside a manor.
At the center was an ancient European castle.
The castle sat atop a hill, surrounded by thousands of acres of land that belonged to this vast estate. Tonight, security was tight, with hundreds of black-and-white bodyguards distributed around the villa; inside, there were even more than outside.
Contrary to the serene exterior.
Basement.
It was a hubbub of noise.
Pulsating music echoed in the vast space, where in the middle, a dozen or so buxom Caucasian women were dancing seductively, writhing and performing moves that set men’s blood boiling.
Critically, they were dancing in cages.
Surrounding them was a ring of stands, bustling and clinking glasses, with about two hundred people coming and going—though this space had been specially reinforced and expanded to hold up to five hundred people for a gathering without feeling crowded.
These two hundred or so individuals.
Made the place feel somewhat empty.
The evening’s theme was "Catwoman waitresses."
Each female waitress wore a cat mask and a false cat tail, moving among the guests, who were quite restrained; they would at most make a move with their hands—for women were not their purpose for coming here.
Inside the arena.
The music suddenly stopped.
The performers quickly exited the stage.
A white host spoke loudly.
"Time’s up, the sixth fight, our new contestant number six, challenges our resident fighter ’Tail Wolf’. Will he succeed and become the new resident fighter? Let’s welcome contestant number six ’Broken Face’."
No sooner had he spoken.
A muscular Caucasian man walked onto the stage from the entrance.
"Ha... Another one here to die."
"Broken Face... What a crappy name. You’re doomed, just give up now."
"You won’t last a minute."
"..."
The arena was noisy.
This was the Danish wealthy’s playground.
’Friendship’ boxing matches.
Here, one could witness fist-to-flesh combat, life-and-death struggles, and feel the violence and madness firsthand. Every time someone stepped on stage, those betting on the fighters would "talk with their butts."
Who they bet on.
They naturally wanted to suppress their opponents psychologically first.
While strength was crucial, mindset was also important. Hence, these people weren’t actually brain-dead enough to enjoy swearing at someone; these were individuals with status who frequented high society, where even curses had to be spoken with caution.
They just felt that such ’assists’ could significantly increase their chances of winning.
Inside the arena,
’Broken Face’ remained calm, with a sharp gaze, not glancing to the side or interacting with the audience below. Without even introducing himself or attempting to woo the crowd, he just walked to the center of the stage and stood with his arms hanging by his sides.
Quietly waiting for his opponent to come up.
Below.
An elder Caucasian man was nervously wiping the sweat from his forehead.
He was ’Broken Face’s introducer.
For these boxing matches, an introducer was needed, and the introducer had to be a member of the boxing club.
The white man named Karns was a descendant of nobility. However, in Europe, if there’s one thing there’s no shortage of, it’s descendants of so-called nobility. Europe might only be a few hundred thousand square kilometers larger than Huaxia, but it’s home to more than forty countries. n𝚘𝚟pub.𝚌o𝚖
More than there are provinces in Huaxia.
With these nations constantly splitting and merging, and their systems not too different from one another, the status of nobility descendants was essentially meaningless, except maybe British titles, which could still command some respect.
Karns used to have some savings,
But he loved to gamble.
Luckily, he knew restraint and never gambled too much. However, with bad luck, even small bets could add up over time, and even his property couldn’t withstand such depletion. Now he was on the brink of bankruptcy.
Just three days ago,
The ’Broken Face’ standing on the stage had approached him,
Suggesting they work together to ’make money’, targeting this boxing match. Initially, Karns was hesitant, but after seeing ’Broken Face’ knock out his two bodyguards in two seconds, he felt a surge of excitement.
Maybe.
This was his chance to turn things around.
As long as Karns won this fight, he could become the resident fighter, replacing the original one—aside from earning a hefty bonus, he could also place bets. With the current odds at 4.7 to one, it was enough for him to make a complete comeback.
"Breaker, you must win," Karns murmured.
At this moment.
The ’Tail Wolf’ also stepped forward.
"Click..."
The doors on both sides were immediately locked with a big lock.
Because the organizers were more ’cultured,’ they strictly forbade fighters from choosing overly exaggerated names.
Tail Wolf, hailing from Russia, was a professional combat fighter who had also participated in the UFC. Fighting in an unrestricted combat sport like that was in itself a testament to immense strength.
Looking at the person in front of him.
Tail Wolf let out a cold laugh.
Without any warning, he charged forward.
Here, once you enter the cage, the fight begins—there’s no need for anyone to shout. The audience only saw Tail Wolf take the initiative and rush forward, and they all excitedly roared, ready to witness a thrilling performance.
What they saw, however, was.
A figure dashing forward.
The next second.
A figure was sent flying back.
Instantly, the arena seemed to freeze, as if a pause button had been hit.
Everyone’s minds couldn’t quite catch up, but the replay would have to wait until the fight ended. Then, there would be an analyst breaking down the moves with slow-motion commentary, and finally, the high-energy performance.
In an attempt to distance themselves from ’lowbrow tastes,’ the organizers added such features to upscale the ’sophistication.’
Just now.
What happened?
"Clang."
Tail Wolf hit the iron railing.
"Cough cough..." Tail Wolf, holding onto the iron railing with one hand and covering his chest with the other, felt an excruciating pain emanating from his lungs, making it difficult to breathe. Only by coughing could he alleviate the pain.
What had just happened?
In fact, he hadn’t seen it clearly.
He had rushed forward, wanting to test the waters, but all he saw was a blur in front of him, and then a massive force hit his chest. ’Breaker’ had kicked him away. Although he couldn’t see it clearly, he still could discern hands and feet.
After gasping for breath for about ten seconds.
Looking at ’Breaker,’ whose face remained indifferent inside the cage, Tail Wolf’s eyes were filled with deep seriousness.
Without delay.
He swung his fists and charged forward again.
The audience snapped back to reality as well.
Watching as Tail Wolf’s fists were merely half a meter away from the newcomer Breaker, they all widened their eyes, eager to see how Breaker would respond. Not even adopting a fighting stance—was he looking down on Tail Wolf?
And in the next moment.
Breaker proved it with action.
Indeed, that was the case.
This time, they could see clearly. Tail Wolf’s fists were deflected by Breaker’s palm, and with astonishing speed, his foot lifted and then stomped onto Tail Wolf’s chest.
Then.
Just like before.
Tail Wolf was sent flying again.
This explosive power.
Stunned everyone present.
Because they saw that Tail Wolf wasn’t just knocked back by inertia.
He was actually kicked off the ground by ’Breaker,’ flew a good distance in the air, traveled over two meters, and only then did Tail Wolf’s feet touch down, and because of the tilt of his body, he stumbled back to the edge of the cage.
"Clang..."
Tail Wolf grasped the iron railing.
His eyes filled with disbelief.
Was he instantaneously defeated?
