The Ex-Con Who Conquered the World novel Chapter 13

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The noblewoman's gaze had been fixed on Stefan in the ring. After a long moment, she asked, "Janet, can you gauge his strength?"

Janet shook her head. "No, Miss. I can't. I can't sense any martial aura from him. But judging from the fights of Battleaxe and Shark, combined, they could take on a First-Rank Hidden Master. This person... he doesn't seem to have reached the level of a Hidden Force Grandmaster."

"What are his odds of winning?"

"Miss, The Fiend's odds of winning are 20-to-1." Janet checked the betting sheet and replied.

"Place a bet on The Fiend to win. One million." The noblewoman spoke, her starry eyes crinkling into crescents. Beneath the mask, her lips seemed to curve into a faint smile.

Janet hesitated but ultimately said nothing. One million was pocket change to her lady; losing it meant nothing.

*****

In the Fighting Ring, Stefan looked at Battleaxe and Shark before him, his eyes calm and unruffled. "What are you waiting for? Once I make my move, you won't have a chance."

"Where did this lunatic come from? Kid, do you know the consequences of spouting nonsense?" Battleaxe's bloodshot eyes fixed on Stefan, a murderous aura laced with the scent of blood spreading.

Shark clenched his fists, knuckles cracking loudly. He sneered, "You've successfully pissed me off. When I snap your neck, I'll make it quick for you!"

"Go on! KO him!"

"What are you waiting for? I've got money on you!"

"Stop talking and just fight!"

Impatient shouts rose from the stands below.

And at that moment—

Whoosh!

Battleaxe shot forward instantly. His right leg swept out like a sharp axe blade, aiming to cleave through Stefan's neck.

Stefan didn't move. Only when the kick was about to land did he raise his left arm, blocking the strike steadily. Then, with a forward push of his left arm, a tremendous force sent Battleaxe staggering back.

Swoosh!

A fierce gust of wind from a powerful punch followed. Shark appeared on Stefan's right, his fist carrying brutal force as it shot forward.

Stefan's expression remained unchanged. His right hand opened, palm facing forward, meeting Shark's heavy punch head-on.

Thud!

Shark's powerful, momentum-filled punch came to an abrupt stop, held firmly in place by Stefan's single palm, without even a tremor.

Stefan's palm pulsed with energy. Shark grunted, stumbling backward.

Stefan shook his head, a flicker of disappointment in his eyes. This level was far below the sparring partners he'd had in prison.

Forget the Assassin Queen who massaged his feet daily; even the human punching bag who ended up with a swollen face every day was stronger than these two.

"Just concede. You're no match for me," Stefan said flatly.

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