From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 515

Chapter 515: Breaking The Rules

Stephen’s body slammed into the floor with a force that sent a dull, hollow sound echoing across the fighting platform. The impact wasn’t clean or controlled, it was violent, uncontrolled, and devastating. His back struck first, followed by his shoulders, and then the rest of his body collapsed into the ground like a broken doll.

Pain exploded through him all at once.

His vision blurred instantly, stars flashing in his eyes as his entire body trembled from the shock. The floor beneath him felt cold, unyielding, and impossibly hard. His lungs seized for a moment, refusing to draw in air, and when he finally managed to breathe, it came out as a hoarse, broken gasp.

If Stephen had been a normal person, a regular human without enhanced physical abilities, there was no doubt in his mind that he would have died on impact. At the very least, his spine would have shattered, his organs ruptured beyond repair. Even now, lying there, he couldn’t be certain his spine was intact.

All he knew was pain.

Blinding, overwhelming pain.

His arms were useless. Both of them.

One forearm had already been shattered earlier in the fight, the bone unable to withstand the force his vow-enhanced speed had produced. The other hand, his fist, had been crushed completely. Every attempt to move sent sharp, screaming agony through his nervous system. His fingers wouldn’t respond, his wrists burned, and even the slightest twitch felt like knives digging into his flesh.

To push himself off the ground was impossible.

Even shifting his weight felt like trying to move a mountain with broken limbs.

Jett stood over him, towering like an executioner waiting to deliver the final blow. He hadn’t rushed. He hadn’t panicked. Instead, he looked down at Stephen calmly, as if the outcome had already been decided long ago.

"Do you give up?" Jett asked, his voice steady as he prepared to strike again.

The crowd watching had already drawn their conclusions.

To anyone else, the fight was over.

The winner was clear.

There was no need for another blow, no reason to push things further. Stephen was broken, defeated, unable to continue. Yet those words, do you give up, cut deeper than any punch Jett could throw.

They struck at Stephen’s soul.

Hadn’t he already given up so much?

He had given up his dream once, choosing money over hope.

He had given it up again when he accepted that he would never fight for himself.

He had sworn a vow that permanently killed his chance at becoming world champion.

Everything he had ever wanted had been stripped away.

And now, lying on the ground, unable to even stand, Stephen felt a crushing fear grip his heart.

If he couldn’t fight anymore...

If he couldn’t win here...

Then what was he?

What use was he to Max?

What purpose did he serve?

"No..." Stephen said, forcing the word out through clenched teeth, his voice shaking but loud enough to be heard. "I can’t give up."

With nothing but sheer will, he rolled his body onto his side. His arms screamed in protest, nerves firing uncontrollably, but he ignored them. Gritting his teeth, Stephen drew his legs underneath him.

Using only his legs, only the remaining strength in his lower body, he pushed himself upright.

His knees trembled violently. His balance wavered. Sweat poured down his face as every muscle in his body strained just to keep him standing. He didn’t use his hands at all; he couldn’t. They hung uselessly at his sides.

The sight shocked everyone watching.

Stephen was standing.

But how was he supposed to fight like this?

If I have to use my head... Stephen thought wildly. If I have to ram into him, I’ll at least break his fist in the process!

"And people say I’m the stupid one," Darno said casually, his voice carrying clearly across the platform. "If you let that fist hit your head, even you would’ve died. Guess that means you owe me a favour now."

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