Their roars filled the air, surging like waves, each one rolling in after the other.
Wade wasn’t as tall as his opponent, but he was built like a powerhouse, his frame thicker by a good margin.
Wade stepped onto the stage. He and his opponent both squared off, poised to fight. The hulking foreigner thumped his chest and shouted arrogantly, “Come and let me kick your ass!” He had truly taken himself as the king of this place.
Wade locked eyes with the giant and declared, “This is Seclela’s land, and you are not allowed to run rampant here!”
With that, Wade flexed his muscles, preparing for action. He tentatively took a few cautious steps forward.
After a few tentative probes, Wade wielded his arm and unleashed a powerful swing. The giant attempted to dodge and aimed a punch at Wade at the same time. Wade evaded the strike, seizing the moment to deliver a solid blow to the giant’s face.
The punch landed on the giant’s face with a thunderous thud. This scene sent a shock wave through the audience. Cheers and applause mingled in a single sustained roar. Wade brought the crowd a gleam of hope. He was a stark contrast to the earlier losers who were defeated within seconds. This moment made everyone’s blood boil with excitement.
Even the elderly members of the council couldn’t resist clenching their fists and cheering. They felt a release of pent-up frustration! They wished that Wade could win this fight and teach these foreigners a good lesson. They longed for him to reclaim their pride and restore honor to Seclela!
This match had turned into something far greater than a contest between two councils; it had become a battle for national dignity!
They all knew that Seclela’s martial arts were profound and intricate, yet it was challenging to reveal the intricacies to the public. Thus, when talking about Seclela’s martial arts, people tend to show much respect as well as curiosity. But if they lost this match today, it would spell the end of Seclela’s martial arts standing in the eyes of the public. Therefore, this was a match they had to win-this was why Colson was unwilling to concede even after witnessing so many of their martial artists’ deaths.
In the ring, the two fighters were locked in a fierce battle. Wade had succeeded in landing numerous punches on his opponent. For the moment, he gained the upper hand in various ways.
Yet his opponent was equally relentless, striking back several punches at him in quick succession! This was a clash between two power-packed fighters. It was a collision of muscle against muscle, a fight for honor and dignity!
Just then, Coleman Vincent arrived at the front row of the judges’ stand with Kayden. Spotting Wade in the ring, Coleman exclaimed in surprise, “Chairman Eduardo, why did you let Wade fight? Wasn’t it agreed that he couldn’t participate?”
The deputy chairman, the one who retorted the foreign delegation just now, let out a long sigh. He explained, his tone filled with resignation, “We have no other choices. If Wade can’t win this match, we’re out of way!”
“By the way, Chairman Vincent, did you manage to bring the Warrior you were looking for?”
At this, everyone’s gaze shifted to Coleman. Their eyes were all gleaming with hope and pleading anticipation.
Coleman gave a nod and replied, “This is the Warrior I mentioned to you all.”
As he spoke, Coleman instinctively leaned sideways, ensuring their gaze fell squarely on Kayden.
When the group focused their attention on Kayden, they were all left dumbfounded! Before them stood a thin young man, looking almost malnourished. It’s really hard to believe he’s a Warrior.
Colson’s skepticism bubbled to the surface as he asked, “Chairman Vincent, you can’t be serious, right? Are you sure he’s a Warrior?”
Coleman nodded with unwavering confidence, “Absolutely! I promise you, he is truly a Warrior.”
“Chairman Vincent!” Colson seized Coleman’s arm. He asked as his voice dropped to an urgent whisper, “Does Seclela even have a Warrior this young? You didn’t just grab someone off the street, did you? You must understand, this is about the honor of Seclela’s martial arts. If you can’t find a real Warrior, it doesn’t matter. But you can’t get an innocent person involved and recklessly put his life in danger!”
“Nonsense!” Coleman shot Colson a fierce glare, shaking off his grip. “Chairman Eduardo, are you questioning my competence? Are you doubting that I will act stupidly, not taking the whole situation into account?”
“I didn’t mean that, Chairman Vincent! But are you truly certain this is a Warrior? I’ve encountered Warriors before; they’re all robust and fit. Even if we set aside their physique, their complexion is never like this. Just look at this young man’s skin tone-it’s clearly off! If I’m not mistaken, he should have been suffering from some sort of illness,” Colson pressed on, still not convinced.
Coleman furrowed his brows at Colson’s words. He retorted, “Chairman Eduardo, you can doubt me all you want! But please, don’t question Mr. Scott’s abilities. No matter how frail he looks, his strength far surpasses Wade’s by at least a thousand times!”
Faith! Coleman had an absolute faith in Kayden, the War God of Seclela! How dare these mere mortals cast doubt over the invincible War God of Seclela! Coleman felt a pang of anxiety that these words might reach Kayden’s ears. He stole a glance at Kayden instinctively as he spoke. Kayden was watching intently the two fighters on stage. He’s wearing an expression as still as a placid lake as if he were simply watching a show on television. After making sure Kayden showed no anger to their conversation, Coleman let out a small sigh of relief.
A long sigh escaped Colson. His curiosity was piqued, and he studied Kayden again.
Even though this young man was indeed a Warrior, a frail one like him seemed unlikely to stand a chance against that burly foreigner on stage! In the face of sheer brute strength, any martial arts techniques are utterly powerless.
“Excuse me, sir!” Colson stepped closer to Kayden and voiced his doubt, “Are you truly a Warrior?”
There was an evident hesitation on Kayden’s face. “Warrior?” he murmured in confusion.
Colson gave a slight nod and said, “You know, someone who practices our Seclela’s martial arts and is capable of taking on dozens of opponents at once.”
At his explanation, Kayden gave a slight nod, replying, “Then I suppose I am!”
Colson’s heart gave a sudden lurch when he heard Kayden’s answer. What did he mean “I suppose I am”? Did he even know if he was a Warrior? The title of Warrior is laden with pride and nobility, yet he showed not a flicker of that warrior pride.
This is utterly illogical! Colson was now deeply skeptical of Kayden’s identity.
“Then can you help assess the situation on stage, sir?” Colson asked, his eyes narrowing as his gaze fixed on the stage. Clearly, he’s testing Kayden.
Kayden cast an indifferent glance over the stage. “The fighter from our Seclela, he has lost!” he made his conclusion.
Colson erupted in laughter. “Sir, if you don’t understand martial arts, it’s okay. We won’t blame you. Let me explain it to you, Wade is clearly in control right now, and how could he possibly lose? I think you…”
Before he could finish his sentence, Kayden interrupted, “Haven’t you noticed that his opponent is not using full strength? The opponent is deliberately letting him take an advantage, yet he can barely keep up, gasping for breath-clearly, he’s been smoking too much. In less than ten seconds, he’ll be defeated!”
Colson was ready to angrily rebuke Kayden, but suddenly the voice of that white-bearded old man from the foreign president’s table rang out. He shouted at the foreign fighter, “Don’t waste time with him. Just take him out!”
As the words hung in the air, the situation on stage completely flipped. Wade, who had been gaining the upper hand, was suddenly struck hard on the left cheek by that fighter. The next second, the burly opponent targeted his chin with a swift punch!
In an instant, the punch sent Wade flying through the air!
It’s no exaggeration. The two-hundred-pound Wade was really propelled away by that single punch! What was that fist made of? Iron? How could it unleash such staggering power?
The next moment, with a resounding thud, Wade’s body crashed heavily to the ground! His head slammed against the floor as he fell. He’s lying rigidly on the ground, but his rival was still not satisfied with it. The foreign fighter didn’t pause for a second; he advanced toward Wade and ruthlessly bombarded him with a barrage of mocking taunts. But Wade, sprawled on the ground, was utterly motionless. He occasionally coughed up blood, looking like he was just a heartbeat away from his death.
The towering foreign fighter in the ring showed no hesitation as he hoisted Wade’s limp body high, roaring at the audience below!
All the natives from Seclela were thrown into the abyss of disappointment. Their spirits plummeted to the bottom. Whispers and murmurs spread among the crowd. Many who still held on to their patriotic fervor began to file out of the arena because they were unable to bear the cruel sight any longer. If even a champion like Wade could fall, what hope was left for Seclela to win? Besides, they couldn’t stand to witness Wade being killed on the stage.
Despair swept through the audience! They were all engulfed in hopelessness!
“Stop!” Suddenly, a commanding and piercing voice cut through the air, crashing down like a tidal wave, shaking the entire hall! The foreign fighter, who was poised to slam Wade on the ground, halted in his tracks. He turned around to find the source of the voice.
In the surprised eyes of everyone, a frail young man showed up under the spotlight and stepped forward slowly onto the ring!