Climbing Up to The Top Summit novel Chapter 179

Under normal circumstances, Dario Moore would only make an appearance two or three times a week. It was considered a lucky opportunity for anyone to see him i n action. Many came over every day just for a chance t o see him fight.

The reason was simple. Dario's fights were exceedingly violent, and his opponents would often end up lying in a pool of their own blood. Despite that, his performances carried a flair of elegance. Often his fights would seem like a friendly exhibition match at first, only to progress into actual bloody combat. Every single one of his matches never failed to amaze.

"Dario's actually making an appearance?"

“Today's not a special occasion and there aren't many people. Why would the gym make such an arrangement?"

"Could it be that this wasn't planned? Maybe that masked man was trying to make trouble?"

"If that guy's not part of the gym, he's going to be in deep trouble when Dario comes out to fight. Rumor has it that Dario once crushed every one of his opponent's fingers. That guy literally turned into a cripple!”

"I didn’t expect I'd get to watch such an entertaining show today. Coming here wasn't in vain!”

The crowd rose into high spirits and grew enthusiastic. Every one of them looked forward to the next match, excited to see how things would progress.

Tyson Woods’ expression twisted into nervousness. H e was familiar with Dario's background, and that Dario was Liam Stone's most fearsome boxer.

However, there was no way to stop the oncoming match. As Harvey had trampled on Liam’s reputation, Liam wouldn't allow Harvey to leave even if Harvey asked for a surrender.

The audience became rowdier by the second, and began to cheer loudly. The increasing volume of their noise reached the VIP room.

Rosalie Naiswell asked instinctively, "Mr. Stone, is Dario very strong?"

Liam chuckled at her words. "He’s our most skilled boxer, there's no one like him. He doesn't really appear much. Normally, he’d only fight around once or twice a week. This time, however, I had to pay a few thousand for him to enter the ring. It's no small sum of money, Miss Naiswell. That amount is more than enough to cover a few months of living expenses for working class people." 1

"Dario lives up to his price. To date, he's the only person who can stay victorious in every round. He's merciless when he fights. His luckiest opponent ended up in the hospital for a week." "Is it possible to ask him to restrain himself?" Rosalie blurted out subconsciously, afraid that Harvey would get hurt.

In the ring, Dario glanced casually at Harvey and smiled. "Bro, I see you have frail arms and thin legs. Why don’t you kneel and I’ll just hit you a few times on the head? I promise I won't kill you. How does that sound?”

Harvey’s pupils dilated as he surveyed Dario. Dario may seem relaxed, but his bearing was completely different from the other boxers before him. Only those with unique backgrounds would be indifferent towards matters of life and death.

Although Harvey paid closer attention this time, he was not afraid. He had immersed himself in the art of Wing Chun for many years and had walked the path of actual combat. Although he hadn’t trained much for the past three years due to his body condition, his foundation was still intact. Were that not the case, he wouldn't have been able to wield such strength during his previous matches.

"I think you should kneel before me instead." Harvey replied quietly. "Looks like you have quite some experience.”

Dario’s smug grin vanished. A layer of frost spread over his handsome face. He said, "At first, I thought I wouldn't hurt you that much. You brought this on yourself. Don't blame me for anything!"

Dario took out some bandages and wrapped them around his left hand. He cracked his knuckles, the sound similar to popping popcorn.

Harvey's left leg retreated half a step backward. He pushed down his body, and tightened his thigh muscles.