Thomas was delighted by his response. “I shall not hide the truth from you, Mr. Boxing King. The opponent I've found for you is extremely powerful.”
“Oh?” Boxing King finally looked interested. “How powerful? Should you lie to me, I'll make sure you die a horrible death.”
Thomas mulled over it before responding, “Let me put it this way. How many blows do you think that Gawain would be able to withstand from you?”
Boxing King scoffed. “One? Maybe two?”
“Well, it barely only took that opponent one move to beat Gawain,” Thomas replied.
Boxing King raised his head upon hearing that. “Are you serious?”
“Absolutely,” Thomas asserted.
Boxing King then called out through the door, “Come in, Gawain!”
The man hurriedly entered. “Are you asking for me, Grandmaster?”
“Punch me.”
Gawain was baffled by his words.
Grandmaster is allowing me to punch him? What is he up to?
“W-What did you just say, Grandmaster? I didn't quite catch that.”
“I want you to punch me using all your strength, you piece of sh*t,” said Boxing King.
Gawain hesitated upon hearing that.
Even without Boxing King being his grandmaster, his status and strength were also not something Gawain could challenge.
Useless trash!
Boxing King could feel his anger mounting. “If you don't do it now, I'll beat you to a pulp!” he shouted.
“A-Alright then.”
Faced with no other choice, Gawain gritted his teeth and threw a punch toward Boxing King with all his might.
He was confident that he could easily break the martial artist's bone.
No matter how strong he is, even if I didn't break his bone, he should at least feel the pain.
A dull thud could be heard as his fist hit Boxing King's body.
Gawain took several steps back from the impact. His fist was throbbing with pain, and when he tried to shake it, he discovered that it was limp.
It was then that he realized that his wrist was broken.
Boxing King, on the other hand, remained seated, motionless.
There was not a hint of pain on his expression, merely a slight frown.
As expected of Boxing King. He's truly powerful!
Thomas could not help but exclaim internally, having personally witnessed Gawain finishing someone off with his blow.
Boxing King took a deep breath before he remarked, “Although you're a useless piece of trash in my eyes, I must say that you could be considered one of the best in this world. Your opponent must be a force to be reckoned with for having defeated you with barely a single move. Very well, I'll fight him this time.”
Thomas was overjoyed by his decision. “Thank you, Boxing King.”
“There's no need to thank me. I'm not doing this for you but to fulfill my desire of finding a worthy opponent,” Boxing King replied as he waved his hands nonchalantly.
He then stood up and added, “Lead the way.”
“Do you need to pack up a few things before we leave, such as weapons?” Thomas asked cautiously.
Boxing King shook his head. “Weapons? My greatest weapons are my fists!”
Gazing at the thick and old calluses on the man's knuckles, Thomas could not help but exclaim internally. Those hands must've gone through so much to be so rough and calloused.
Meanwhile, at the hospital, Zeke had determined that Thomas had connections with Netherworld and thus, decided to investigate him.
Hence, he had to participate in the boxing match that night.
Evening soon arrived.
Without further ado, Zeke decided to head to the gym.
“Stay here and rest well. I've some matters to attend to,” he told Emma, who had recovered a little from the earlier encounter.
He turned to leave without giving her time to react.
However, Emma managed to grab his hand.
“Hold on, Mr. Williams. Please be honest with me. What are you planning to do?” she asked worriedly.
“Nothing important,” he replied curtly.
Emma shook her head at his response. “Don't lie to me, Mr. Williams. You're planning on participating in the duel, aren't you?”
Zeke's silence confirmed her suspicion.
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