Chapter: 446
No one believed Dustin but her.
“That brat speaks nothing but nonsense! He’s just trying to disrupt the state of my mind!” Mr. Wangley’s expression was icy.
Not even he could identify the chunkster’s weaknesses, let alone someone whose name he hadn’t even heard of in his entire life. He was not about to believe his words just like that.
“I need to finish this soon! And quickly!” His stamina was swiftly waning, and he couldn’t afford to waste any more time.
Mr. Wangley threw himself forward boldly, targeting a punch toward the chunkster’s throat. That area had the least amount of flesh–it must be his opponent’s weakest spot.
If it landed where he intended to, the subsequent effects would be extraordinary.
“Gotcha!” The chunkster grinned as he grabbed ahold of Mr. Wangley’s wrist.
“Shit“ Mr. Wangley’s expression changed as the magnitude of the situation he was caught in dawned upon him. He was about to pull back, only to realize he couldn’t break free.
“Up you go!” The chunkster bellowed and tossed Mr. Wangley up in the air, spinning him around. About ten rounds or so later, he swatted the old man like a fly and sent him crashing to the ground.
A loud boom reverberated around the arena, shaking it momentarily.
Mr. Wangley coughed up blood as he convulsed on the ground before stilling completely. He was severely injured, rendered motionless by the impact of his fall. That plummet must have also broken a great number of his bones.
“Mr. Wangley!” Quentin stood up immediately. Shock and, inexplicably, fear had taken hold of his features.
When he’d watched Mr. Wangley’s attempts to take control of the situation earlier, he thought victory was theirs at long last. Never in his wildest dreams would he imagine the tides to turn on them.
“Quick! Get a doctor over here!” Natasha’s expression was stem as she ordered someone to lift Mr. Wangley off the ground.
“Even Mr. Wangley lost to this chunkster, Could he actually be invincible?” Ruth’s brows were perpetually furrowed, worry evident on her face.
The situation was far from optimistic after losing two rounds in a row.
“Another great master from the Harmons has fallen. Looks like their loss today is inevitable! Otto shook his head.
“Exactly! Competing against Boulderthorn today was a surefire way to bring disgrace upon themselves. Not even the Harmons could emerge victorious against an opponent this powerful!” Julie grinned gleefully.
After knowing that Dustin had connections with the Harmon family, she couldn’t help but take pleasure in the misfortune of said family.
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” Suddenly, a man spoke up from beside them.
“I heard the Harmons still have their biggest trump card to turn this around!”
“What trump card?” Otto asked tentatively.
“This trump card of theirs is none other than the warrior ranked ninth among the Hundred Immortals, the King of Kicks!”
“The King of Kicks?”
“The one ranked ninth on The Hundred Immortals?”