“How could this happen? Mr. Chapman lost?” Quentin’s face was ck with shock as he beheld


    Stephan’s injuries and the blood he was still coughing up as a result of the man’s attack. He’d never


    anticipated the strength the chunkster had shown–not even Mr. Chapman could rival that kind of power.


    “Who is that chunkster? Not even Mr. Chapman could break through his defenses-


    Natasha’s face grew serious. She was well aware of the extent of Stephan’s capabilities. He was a


    martial artist who specialized in harnessing the body’s internal energy, and his punches were enough to


    break through store.


    And yet, for someone of his expertise to have not been able to impact the other man in the slightest–it


    was evident that his opponent would not be easily defeated by ordinary means alone.


    “If I’m not mistaken, he’s Mr. Williams‘ second disciple. They call him Rotund Tiger.”


    Mr. Wangley stroked his beard and said nonchntly. “This person might seem simple–minded, but the


    talent he possesses when ites to martial arts is extraordinary. His body is capable of both attack


    and defense- it’s tough yet flexible. It’s very difficult for someone unfamiliar with his fighting style to take


    him on sessfully.”


    “Mr. Wangley, can you take him on?” Natasha asked in return.


    Content from N?velDr(a)ma.Org.


    “I can’t guarantee a win, but I think I have an eighty to ny percent chance of holding my own against


    him.” Mr. Wangley’s tone was proud.


    “Good. Please do your best then, Mr. Wangley.” Natasha nodded imperceptibly.


    “Mr. Wangley, the man’s weakness lies on the crown of his head. If you time your attacks well and


    seize the opportunity when it presents itself, you might be able to take him down in one strike!” Dustin


    spoke up


    suddenly.


    It’d only taken him a single round to discern the opponent’s vulnerable spots.


    If they wanted to win, it was crucial to strike where the opponent was the weakest–not only would that


    ensure an easy win, but it would also further guarantee their overall victory.


    “What? Are you trying to tell me what to do?” Mr. Wangley peered at Dustin out of the corner of his eye,


    his


    tone displeased.


    “I’m just offering a friendly reminder.”


    “A reminder? Do I look like I need your reminders? Mr. Wangley sneered. “Who do you think you are,


    boy? What right do you have to tell me how to take this man down? Do you think you’re stronger than


    me?”


    “Dustin! Shut your mouth if you don’t know what you’re talking about. Does Mr. Wangley look like he


    needs


    your advice to win? Really, it’s about time someone put you in your ce for a change!” Quentin was


    equally


    impatient.


    “If you don’t believe me, it’s your call. Forget it, then.” Dustin shrugged. There was no point in trying to


    reason


    with them anyway. He’d only thought to offer a suggestion out of pure goodwill. Since none of them


    appreciated it, he wouldn’t scramble to make them listen, either.


    ‘Little brat! Keep your eyes wide open and look at how it really is done!” Mr. Wangley turned and


    sprang away. leaving Dustin with those words. The older man scared into the battle ring like a proud


    eagle,nding steadily amid the feverish apuse from the audience.


    Someone whistled, raucous cheers erupting all over in response to Mr. Wangley’s elegant move.


    The chunkster, however, paid him no attention. He picked up the fallen mutton leg and continued


    devouring it vehemently.


    “Young man, that Adamantine Shield of yours is undeniably impressive, but unfortunately, you’re faced


    with me tonight. It is only fate for you to end up as my stepping stone!” Mr. Wangley ced both hands


    behind his back, arrogance permeating his features.


    “Chunkster! Knock this old man out of the ring, and I’ll treat you to a whole roastedmb in return!”


    Brody shouted from the audience.


    “Lamb…mb!”


    The chunkster’s eyes lit up as he turned to Mr. Wangley. At present, it was not a renowned fighter who


    stood. before him but the promise of a fragrant, whole roastedmb.


    “Defeat you eatmb!” He struggled to utter a few words from his limited vocabry beforeunching


    his first attack. With a stomp, the chunkster charged toward Mr. Wangley like the sputtering engine of a


    car, violently aiming for a collision.


    “Ineffectual amateur!” Mr. Wangley flexed his soles and sprang,nding not a momentter on the


    chunkster’s back. Then, without pausing, he extended his fingers and struck the pressure points


    present on the chunkster’s back relentlessly.


    The chunkster stumbled along with Mr. Wangley’s momentum. He swayed, seconds away from losing


    his bnce.


    “Lamb! Meat!” The chunkster was growing impatient now. His assault became crazed and frantic, but


    Mr. Wangley was smart enough not to meet them head–on. Instead, he ducked agilely,unching a few


    sneak


    attacks here and there as he egged his opponent on.


    When it came to manipting the pressure points of his opponent to turn the situation in his favor, he


    was, no doubt, an expert.


    He believed that no matter how strong the chunkster’s defenses were, he could effectively target his


    pressure points and bring him down, once and for all! At the end of the day, those were the points he


    believed to be the chunkster’s weaknesses.


    His idea was undeniably a good one, but as time passed, Mr. Wangley couldn’t help but feel that


    something was off.


    Because of the chunkster’s build, his delenses were different from the patterns exhibited by the usual


    adamantine shields wielded by the opponents he’d faced in the past.


    Thet on his body was key in dissipating the impact of his attempted attacks. As for the pressure


    points he’d been targeting all this while, they only proved to be mildly effective for a short period of time


    before fully


    W


    recovering shortly after, rendering most of his strikes ineffective.


    After their long–withstanding struggle, the chunkster appeared to be spirited while Mr. Wangley


    seemed more


    out of breath than ever.


    The consumption of energy after channeling the internal energy he possessed drained him to the core.


    “This is impossible!” Mr. Wangley eximed inwardly, his brow knitted.


    The chunkster’s appearance was unremarkable, but he was extremely tenacious.


    “Mr. Wangley! Try targeting the crown of his head! That’s where his weakness lies!” Natasha’s voice


    rang out


    from the audience.


    No one believed Dustin but her.


    “That brat speaks nothing but nonsense! He’s just trying to disrupt the state of my mind!” Mr. Wangley’s


    expression was icy.


    Not even he could identify the chunkster’s weaknesses, let alone someone whose name he hadn’t


    even heard of in his entire life. He was not about to believe his words just like that.


    “I need to finish this soon! And quickly!” His stamina was swiftly waning, and he couldn’t afford to waste


    any


    more time.


    Mr. Wangley threw himself forward boldly, targeting a punch toward the chunkster’s throat. That area


    had the least amount of flesh–it must be his opponent’s weakest spot.


    If itnded where he intended to, the subsequent effects would be extraordinary.


    “Gotcha!” The chunkster grinned as he grabbed ahold of Mr. Wangley’s wrist.


    “Shit-“Mr. Wangley’s expression changed as the magnitude of the situation he was caught in dawned


    upon him. He was about to pull back, only to realize he couldn’t break free.


    “Up you go!” The chunkster bellowed and tossed Mr. Wangley up in the air, spinning him around. About


    ten rounds or soter, he swatted the old man like a fly and sent him crashing to the ground.


    A loud boom reverberated around the arena, shaking it momentarily.


    Mr. Wangley coughed up blood as he convulsed on the ground before stillingpletely. He was


    severely injured, rendered motionless by the impact of his fall. That plummet must have also broken a


    great number of


    his bones.


    “Mr. Wangley!” Quentin stood up immediately. Shock and, inexplicably, fear had taken hold of his


    features.


    When he’d watched Mr. Wangley’s attempts to take control of the situation earlier, he thought victory


    was theirs at longst. Never in his wildest dreams would he imagine the tides to turn on them.


    “Quick! Get a doctor over here!” Natasha’s expression was stem as she ordered someone to lift Mr.


    Wangley


    off the ground.


    “Even Mr. Wangley lost to this chunkster, Could he actually be invincible?” Ruth’s brows were


    perpetually furrowed, worry evident on her face.


    The situation was far from optimistic after losing two rounds in a row.


    “Another great master from the Harmons has fallen. Looks like their loss today is inevitable! Otto shook


    his


    head.


    “Exactly! Competing against Boulderthorn today was a surefire way to bring disgrace upon themselves.


    Not even the Harmons could emerge victorious against an opponent this powerful!” Julie grinned


    gleefully.


    After knowing that Dustin had connections with the Harmon family, she couldn’t help but take pleasure


    in the misfortune of said family.


    “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” Suddenly, a man spoke up from beside them. “I heard the Harmons


    still have their biggest trump card to turn this around!”


    “What trump card?” Otto asked tentatively.


    “This trump card of theirs is none other than the warrior ranked ninth among the Hundred Immortals,


    the King


    of Kicks!”