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Chapter One Hundred Immediately he charged at Alexis first, the rest of the three also charged too, and it lead to big fight. Alexis was not the bit shaken about this, he only had a smudge look on her face, she stood up and held her fist, first she attacked the leader, he smashed him in the head, the next seconds, she smashed him in the back, the rest were stale, but the did charged again.

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.

"Bear witness to the essence of our Yanker family's Divine Ape Backbreaking Fist. Learn it well and leave at once, so our martial legacy will endure!" The air thundered with their collision, a testament to their formidable might! Yevgen was a whirlwind of brutality, his hands striking like savage claws, relentlessly targeting Zane's chest and back. Zane, his weathered face set in grim determination, moved with the precision of a master. The black iron rings on his wrists clanged sharply as he unleashed the Divine Ape Backbreaking Fist, move by powerful move. His fists echoed like iron; danced with the swiftness of the wind.

But with every step they took, they faced the harsh reality that their foes were formidable and seemingly impervious to defeat. As the chapter drew to a close, a cliffhanger loomed before them—a seemingly unbeatable foe who emerged from the shadows. The powerful figure exuded an aura of darkness, casting doubt upon their chances of victory. The chapter ended with Emily and Liam locked in a desperate struggle, their lives hanging in the balance as they faced an adversary who possessed unimaginable power. Emily's voice wavered with a mix of fear and determination. "We cannot falter now, Liam. Our cause is just, and we must find a way to overcome this seemingly insurmountable foe," she urged, h

Caspian pitied the old man as he tightened his own fists to fight Charles' incoming attack. "Let me show you what true strength looks like, Charles!" declared Caspian as he dished out his own attack. His own clenched fist stirred up a gust of wind of its own, seemingly sucking out all the air in the nearby space. Charles' punch seemed relatively weak compared to Caspian's. Caspian's fists were visibly more vicious and imposing. His fists would genuinely be able to part mountains.

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I smiled genuinely. He gave me a half smile but mostly still looked humiliated and ran off. I was going to fight Hunter for real. "I'll go easy on you Empress." He assured me. "Good." I whispered before punching him in the stomach. I heard him desperately sucking in air. "Good one." He groaned. He reached out and grabbed me, pulling me into his chest. He smelled so good, why did he have to be so annoying? I stepped down hard on his foot and he released me. "You're very good at this Empress. I underestimated you." Hunter admitted.

My hands were fists and they were sweaty also. "Boss," Ben paused as he bowed his head. "Zhang is with ma'am. She's..." My blazing gaze cut him off. "Rocky threatened ma'am." Ben glared at the door. I didn't wait for more as my feet carried me forward. Rocky was coming out of the mansion. My hand fisted at his sight. "How dare you?" I snarled, glaring at him. My balled hand swung in the air, hitting his jaw strongly, multiple times.

“Remember, our bottom line is a seventy-percent cut. Not a penny less.” Lucy clutched the files, her laughter echoing. “Don’t you worry, Godfather. I’m not a coward like some people. I’ll make them sign on the dotted line.” She gave me one last triumphant look and eagerly slid the ring, the symbol of her new power, onto her finger.

I pull out and grab the fisting gloves—black latex, lubed thick. “Gentlemen, watch this forbidden shit. These sluts take fists like pros.” Lila first. I work four fingers into her dripping cunt—twisting, stretching. She moans, spreading wider. Then my thumb. Knuckles deep. I push—slow, relentless—until my whole fist pops inside. She screams in ecstasy, body convulsing. “Fist-fuck me, Sir! Ruin my breeding hole for the audience!” I pump my arm—deep, churning her insides, elbow nearly vanishing.