Sorateru grinned evilly before he entered the boxing ring.
It didn't take long before the referee kicked off the battle, and the bell rang, announcing the beginning of the battle.
Sorateru narrowed his eyes and scoffed, “Please forgive me for what I'm about to do to you.”
After saying that, his figure zipped over to Nathan. The former pushed his palm to the latter. That was one of his most powerful moves, Life-Draining Palm.
It could literally break gold up.
Nathan stepped backward and tilted to the side. Sorateru's incredibly powerful palm missed by just a few inches.
“Huh?” said Sorateru. He was obviously surprised.
He had put sixty percent of his power into that palm, and not many in Jazona could move away in time.
Yet, this Eurasian man in front of me managed to slip away easily. I guess he is an expert.
Sorateru stopped underestimating his opponent then and there. He attacked at full force and had an all-out battle against Nathan.
Every spectator held their breath. No one dared to even speak too loudly, and they stared in astonishment as Nathan and Sorateru fought.
Sorateru was the best fighter in Jazona, after all, so despite his burly physique, he still moved extremely fast. It wouldn’t be a stretch to call him a ghost.
He maximized the impact of his specialized skill, Life-Draining Palm.
Before anyone knew it, his hands were exuding an aura so powerful that it created a whirlwind. It was as though a tsunami had risen within a few seconds. An enormous wave of aura took the shape of thousands of palms, and they attacked mercilessly.
Unfortunately, his incredibly powerful attack did nothing to Nathan, who was still standing firmly in the same spot.
Nathan obviously had no trouble keeping up with Sorateru's attacks. As a result, none of the latter's attacks caused harm to him.
Nathan attacked as soon as Sorateru missed.
The former used the kicking technique he learned from the military training.
All anyone saw was Nathan zipping over as though he were a bullet flying out of its barrel. He ran to Sorateru and kneed the latter's chest mercilessly.
Bang’.
Sorateru's ribs were broken, and his entire chest sunk right in. If anyone had listened closely, they would've heard the sound of organs squishing together.
That was the effect of Nathan's attack on Sorateru's chest. It practically turned his organs into minced meat.
Boom!
Sorateru's large-sized corpse smashed into the metallic cage surrounding the boxing ring and went right out of that cage. Soon after, the corpse landed right in front of Tetsuo Fujiwara and the others.
Tetsuo's lips turned pale, his face ashen.
Members of the Dagger Gang were flabbergasted as well.
The audience present was surprised,
too.
Oh my gosh! The best fighter in Jazona, Zenshi Sorateru, was actually defeated by a random Eurasian man? And that was done with a single move.
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