From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 471

Chapter 471: Tag Team (Part 2)

Stepping into the ring, the sound of the crowd dimmed into a tense, breathless hush. Everyone leaned forward, eyes flicking between the four figures now inside the pit. The air practically vibrated with anticipation.

The moment the host lowered his arm, The fight began. El and Gyro moved first.

Despite their mismatched body types, one tall with blade-like elbows, the other short and stocky, they shot forward in perfect unison, both heading straight toward their chosen targets.

Wolf didn’t hesitate.

He stepped forward alone, leaving Joe behind.

He didn’t tell Joe to stay put, didn’t shout a warning, he simply moved, trusting Joe to follow the whispered plan from earlier.

He dashed across the arena floor, and when he got close, he saw El’s first attack: an attempt at a grab or a hook, maybe both.

Wolf ducked under the strike, the wind brushing over the top of his hair as El’s arm cut through empty air.

Another elbow swung toward him immediately after.

This one was sharper. Thinner. Deadlier.

He rolled across the floor just in time, the slicing noise of El’s elbow cutting the air above him like the swing of a small axe.

Gyro tried to catch Wolf the moment he got up, but Wolf stayed low, lower than anyone expected.

He moved like an animal, hands and feet on the ground, back arched like a predator weaving through trees. Not a technique, not a martial art. Just instinct. Just Wolf.

Then he twisted sharply and snapped his leg around in a kick, catching Gyro square in the back.

A normal person would’ve stumbled.

Gyro didn’t move an inch.

The impact reverberated up Wolf’s leg, telling him everything he needed to know.

Gyro wasn’t large... not visually. But he was solid. Brutally solid. A walking wall.

Wolf gritted his teeth, not from frustration, but calculation.

He now understood why Gyro had the reputation he did.

Then a bigger problem hit.

Instead of both opponents chasing him, El broke off and went straight for Joe.

Wolf’s stomach dropped.

Joe was doing everything he could to keep up the limp, the pain, the fake weakness. But El didn’t know it was fake. He just saw prey, and sprinted toward him with alarming speed.

Wolf sprinted.

But Gyro stepped in front of him, blocking his path like a boulder falling from the sky.

Wolf struck him again, this time in the stomach, but Gyro didn’t flinch.

Wolf jumped instead, planting a foot onto Gyro’s shoulder and launching himself over him like a springboard.

He soared across the pit...just in time to see El spin.

An elbow came at his face with brutal precision. It slammed into Wolf, or it would have.

Wolf’s hand snapped out at the last second, catching the elbow with the palm of his hand.

"Ktch," El said with a crooked grin. "Lucky you managed to guess the timing of that one."

"It’s not luck," Wolf replied flatly.

El didn’t believe him.

Or maybe he did, and didn’t want to admit it.

"Hwoever," Wolf added, "he does have one overall weakness. The guy is slow."

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