“What’s going on with Boulderthorn? Why would they send that chunkster on stage? With his physique, he’ll be out of breath after taking just a few steps–can he even handle the Battle Royale?” Quentin scoffed.
“Don’t underestimate the opponent. Since Boulderthom dares send him into the ring, he must have some extraordinary qualities that could potentially push the tide in their favor. Which one of you wants to go first?”
Natasha asked the three of them. “Ms. Harmon, let me handle the first round.” Stephan stood and strode into the battle ring. Among the three of them, his strength appeared to be the weakest. Because of that, it was only natural that he took the lead. After all, if he could secure their victory in the first match, he might as well have laid the foundation for their eventual win,
“Dustin, who do you think would win? Ruth asked curiously.
“It’s hard to tell. The chunkster looks peculiar enough, but if Mr. Chapman can find his weaknesses and attack. focally, he might still stand a chance.” Dustin analyzed.
“Hmph! That’s so close–minded!” Quentin pursed his lips. “What right does he have to fight against Mr. Chapman? A few rounds of simply running around, and he’ll be as good as dead!”
Dustin did not argue against that. Instead, he fixed his gaze on the battle ring, seemingly deep in thought.
Meanwhile, in the battle ring, both parties prepared themselves as the referee mounted the stage.
“There are no rules in this ring. Live or die–that’s on you. Surrendering, severe injuries, death, or being thrown out of the ring will result in a loss of said round. Do the both of you understand?”
The referee threw his hands down as soon as the two contestants nodded.
“Let the games begin!”
With a frenzied shout, the atmosphere around the ring instantly surged to a new peak.
“I’ve long heard about the many talents cultivated under the lead of Mr. Williams. I’m honored to be able to
witness them with my own eyes today!”
After a firm salute, Stephan took a step forward and launched his first attack.
The strategy he elected was to take control of the fight and exhaust his opponent. As the man’s physique was beyond massive, his strength was apparent. Direct attacks were not a smart option if he wanted to last in the
ring.
To be on the safe side, he had to fully leverage the advantages of his lightweight body and the subsequent agileness it inevitably brought him.
Stephan inched closer toward his opponent but did not launch a frontal attack. Instead, he rounded to t back of the chunkster and slapped him on the back.
The
A crisp slap rang out, but the chunkster stood unmoving. Throughout his body, his flesh rippled and trembled shudderingly. The force brought down by Stephan’s palm had been completely dissipated by the violent
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shudders of flesh, leaving the man completely unaffected by its magnitude.
“So, this is what it is then?” Stephan’s gaze narrowed, but he didn’t stop. He delivered two more sharp,
consecutive slaps–one to the chunkster’s waist, the other to his back. Both of them landed on spots that
should’ve been vulnerable had it not been for the protection of his voluminous flesh and body fat that shielded
him from even remotely sensing the impact of Stephan’s punches.
Contrary to what Stephan expected, his opponent paid him no heed despite his efforts to garner his attention. From the start, he simply chewed on the roasted mutton leg he held in one hand, completely disregarding Stephan’s presence.
Stephan was beginning to get mad. His palms transformed into brutal fists that pounded wildly from top to bottom in rapid succession. The series of punches he launched after that was almost crazed and merciless. and yet the chunkster continued devouring the mutton leg with the fervor of a famished man.
Stephan’s pride, having suffered the fall it did, transmuted into wild fury. As his rage suffused him, he delivered
a swift kick to the mutton in the chunkster’s hands and watched with satisfaction as the man turned to him.
stunned at first.
Then, a roar followed as he charged toward Stephan with astonishing speed, his actions reminiscent of a
distraught bear.
A moment of carelessness had him colliding head–on with the chunkster’s advance–his body air–bound the
next moment and his gut churning.
Midair, the chunkster’s head struck him squarely in the chest, sending him flying even further, a mouthful of bright–red blood spilling from his lips.
Before he knew it, he was already on the ground, thrown out of the battle ring before he’d even gotten the chance to retaliate.
