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His fists were bigger than my damn head. And I was supposed to fight this? Fuck. I forced my body to stay steady, even as pain ripped through my ribs. Every muscle screamed in protest, every breath burned. But fear? Fear had no place here. The Don smirked. “Begin.” The man lunged. I dodged—barely. He swung again, and I felt the wind slice past my ear. Too fast. Too strong. Then—pain.

Scott didn’t seem convinced but he accepted it. “I’ll tell Hayden to find you if I bump into him. Stay close to Drew.” “Okay.” I told him before he walked away. I looked back into the ring and saw that the fight had begun. My brother was light on his feet bouncing around his opponent as the two faced off. “Go Danger!” I saw a bunch of girls screaming off to the side. Of course he had fans. I watched how Drew dodged punches and landed his own firm and hard on strategic places on his opponent. And they definitely looked like they hurt.

I grab her hands and given the strength I naturally have, I squeeze her until she's going all her might just to remove her hand from mine. "Let go of me!" She squeaked. "Fuck." She cursed. I let go of her and when she realize her minions are totally gone, she shove me away and walk as if she felt no pain at all and as if nothing happened. What a weird girl. She can only attack people if she knows that she is not alone but she is naturally weak when alone. I went back and took my bag but then my face ached a little. I touched it and then found blood. I almost forgot about that, Lana's third knife touched my face earlier.

His fists formed fists that played in the air. "I'm not blood related to Maureen," Darren explained, emphasizing the straight fingers with his palms, forming a fighting stab. "Deservedly." Angga targeted Darren's jaw, forging his punch repeatedly to leave a trail of bruises. "Maureen doesn't need to get too close to you." Feeling tossed left and right, Darren searched for a grip on the edge of the cage that served as the sparring ground's wall. He could see and hear the groans in Angga's favor, catching him off guard and allowing Darren to slash his fingers across Angga's back.

a time bomb of any kind? To Raider, the worst part was the look on the spirit's face when it reappeared above the skeleton. Confusion. Raider had seen this look before. In the past, he had received several types of physical attacks from cultivators. Some were physical attacks and hurt a lot, some were magical attacks and hurt more. However, for some reason, Raider was immune to a few basic magical attacks. These were attacks that kids learned before and after reaching the Puddle Realm. The strangest thing was that he was immune to these techniques even when adults tried to use them on him.

"Let's meet in jail, not at your funeral. Please..." "Let's see." She laughs. "The time is new now, huh. This time, I won't run. I won't hide. Because at this time..." She moved away from me to pick up the gun she had thrown. "I found my reason to fight back… and I wanted to protect these animals… with this gun." She completely turned her back on us and walked away. "Lucile!" "Kris, come on-" "Lucile, please! Don't fight-"

Sonic booms as kicks, punches, and daggers slice through the air kept sounding as well. Liam was very powerful, but after a few rounds of fights with those top fighters in their respective countries, it was a little straining for him as well.

As the fighters before his match fought, some of the weaker fighters within the March family swiftly admitted defeat within the first minute of battle. The first round of fights quickly reached the fifteenth match within less than an hour. Two of these matches were between the fighters and the March family servants, with the fighters advancing in the end. In the last four matches, the first two ended quickly, and in the third match, Wilbur's eyes lit up as Locke, the fighter who used Tiger Fist, appeared once again.

He fought Martin barehanded. A brutal melee fight ensued. At their level, both had trained their bodies to incredible heights. Their endurance and ability to take blows were equally monstrous.

He tells the fighters in the ring. He looks at me, silently asking for my input. "They did well. Practically improved too well for a week." Vincent nods and walks to the two fighters, talking to them. I go back to the bench and stare into space. "Grr." What is that? I turn to the entrance of the centre to see two men. They look extremely dangerous and huge. Even bigger than Brent. One of them has an eye patch on his left eye, and the other one lost an arm, but they still look frightening.