From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 463

Chapter 463: Wolf’s Power Revealed

The fight had come to an end, and unlike Joe’s match, there wasn’t a stunned and uneasy silence afterward. Instead, the rooftop erupted with cheers, shouts, and laughter. A decent portion of the spectators had placed bets on Wolf, and their excitement filled the air like a wave of electric relief.

"What did I tell you?" one of the guests boasted loudly, standing and pointing both thumbs at himself. "What did I tell you?! Next time I win, you can suck my toes!"

His friend groaned dramatically and covered his face with both hands.

"Well, if you keep losing money," someone else chimed in, laughing, "he might actually have to suck toes just to earn some of it back!"

More laughter. More celebration. Drinks were being raised, glasses clinking. Money had been won, and in this world, even if only for a moment, that made everything feel right.

But out of everyone present, the one who felt the most satisfaction wasn’t a gambler at all.

It was Wolf.

He stood near the pit with his hands loosely at his sides, looking down at his knuckles with a serious expression. His breathing was steady. His heartbeat barely elevated. His eyes weren’t shining with adrenaline. Instead, there was focus, calculated and almost scientific.

’I had a guess about what my vow unlocked,’ Wolf thought, clenching and unclenching his fist. ’But I couldn’t really test it before. Not properly. Now I’m sure. The vow has increased my mind’s capability.’

It was such a subtle power that a normal person might not notice it at all. Even someone with good instincts might assume they were just "having a good day." But Wolf noticed. Wolf always noticed.

He analyzed people like puzzles. He analyzed fights like equations. And the moment an equation changed, he felt it.

His body didn’t feel any stronger. His muscles weren’t bigger. His punches didn’t hit any harder than before. His stamina felt the same. His speed felt the same. Even his reaction speed, when he consciously measured it, seemed unchanged.

So at first he doubted himself. He wondered if he was imagining things. Maybe the feeling he had when he made his vow had been nothing more than emotional hype.

But the more he tested it... the more he paid attention... the clearer it became.

It wasn’t his body that had evolved.

It was his mind.

With just a glance, he could estimate a person’s weight, their reachable striking distance, their posture stability. With a moment’s observation, he could feel how confident they were, how tightly they held their shoulders, how quickly they would commit to a strike.

And these weren’t just random instincts, he could tell, undeniably, that he did not have this ability before.

It was even clearer during combat. The signs before a punch, the faint shift of the hip, the subtle tilt of the shoulder, the eyes tracking where the strike would go, Wolf saw it all with perfect clarity.

His reaction speed hadn’t increased... but now he simply moved sooner.

It was like reading a book while the words were still being written.

Even better, he could see weaknesses.

Old injuries revealed themselves through guarded movement. A fighter favoring one side of their body. A step too light, too protective, too cautious.

Combat styles, too, just a few moves and Wolf had the pattern. He knew where they thought they were safe. The places their instincts pulled them back to. The angle they expected to be attacked from.

All of it played directly into his natural, instinctive brawling style, built not in a dojo, but on concrete, back alleys, and gang wars.

That was exactly how he had defeated Rock, fast and efficiently.

No wasted movement. No brute force.

Just precision.

What he liked the most about this ability was how invisible it was.

"You did!?" he said, voice jumping in shock. "Wait, seriously?"

"And what if we don’t lose?" he asked. "What if we win every fight they throw at us?"

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