Bring Your A Game, Mr novel Chapter 457

Chapter 457 Furor at the Arena

It might have been hastily constructed, but the scale of the arena was beyond extraordinary. From the looks of it, it was not any shabbier than the arena for WWE tournaments.

Elise immediately spotted the dragonmoon grass lying next to the trophy. Her hands couldn’t help but itch at the sight.

In the ring, two muscled fighters were battling fiercely. Every move they made was meant to be decisive, not the slightest bit of restraint shown as they hurled attack after attack at their opponent.

The man leading Elise and the others brought them around the arena. As he led them around, he explained how the tournament worked. “The rules of the arena are simple—once you’re in the ring, you’ll be fighting one-on-one with your opponent. The one still standing ten minutes later is the winner.”

“Doesn’t that mean that someone needs to be beaten to the point that they can’t get up?” Danny asked naively.

He had just finished asking his question when the sound of someone falling over came from the ring.

Thump—

As one of the fighters collapsed, the other raised his arms in the air, having become the winner of this round.

“Who’s next? Who’s next?!” the man bragged madly as though he had limitless strength to draw on. It was as though anyone else who dared to step in the ring would be ripped into half by him.

Just as Danny was watching in stunned silence, Alexander brushed past him and walked straight toward the referee. There, he signed his name on the provided waiver before he calmly walked up the steps into the ring. Clad in a white suit, he looked like a prince right out of a painting under the lights shining down on him. He did not fit in at all with the arena with his majestic elegance.

To the audience, he just looked like he was going to be beaten into a pulp.

“Yet another guy to the slaughter!”

“Tsk tsk, he’s so skinny; can he even last two minutes?”

“Hey! Sissy! Don’t go crying for your ma when those clothes get dirty later, hahaha!”

The audience jeered and hooted, but Alexander was unfazed as he stood in the ring. He didn’t even focus as he distantly watched his opponent rage and bellow. The man was a whole head taller than him and twice his size.

Without waiting for the starting bell, the man tossed his gloves aside and charged at Alexander, his massive fists ready to strike.

Seeing this, the referee hastily rang the bell.

The man brought his fist down as the bell rang, but before he could hit Alexander, Alexander had already lifted his leg to kick the man in the belly.

As though time had stopped, the hulking man froze on the spot. His fist remained in the same position as they had been, poised to strike. After a full three seconds, he finally withdrew his fist. With his hands over his caved-in belly, the man collapsed heavily to the ground. The impact rattled the entire ring.

Meanwhile, the bell had only just finished ringing.

The man had already fallen when the sound of the bell was still reverberating throughout the arena. Alexander was the clear winner.

A worker rushed up then to check the man’s injuries. Once he had ascertained that the hulking man could no longer stand, the worker got up and lifted Alexander’s right hand.

As expected, he was the official winner.