Chapter 237

"How could this happen? Mr. Chapman lost?" Quentin's face was slack 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 ch

unkster had shown–not even Mr. Chapman could rival that kind of power.

"Who is that chunkster? Not even Mr. Chapman could break through his defe

nses-

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 sto

re.

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 R

otund Tiger."

Mr. Wangley stroked his beard and said nonchalantly. "This person might s

eem simple–

minded, but the talent he possesses when it comes to martial arts is extr

aordinary. His body is capable of both attack and defenseit's tough yet flexible. It's very difficult for someone unfamiliar with

his fighting style to take him on successfully."

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

"I can't guarantee a win, but I think I have an eighty to ninety percent

chance of holding my own against him." Mr. Wangley's tone was proud.

"Good. Please do your best then, Mr. Wangley." Natasha nodded imperceptib

ly.

"Mr. Wangley, the man's weakness lies on the crown of his head. If you ti

me your attacks well and seize the opportunity when it presents itself, y

ou 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 s

pots.

If they wanted to win, it was crucial to strike where the opponent was th

e weakest–

not only would that ensure an easy win, but it would also further guarant

ee their overall victory.

"What? Are you trying to tell me what to do?" Mr. Wangley peered at Dusti

n 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 t

ake 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. Doe

s Mr. Wangley look like he needs

your advice to win? Really, it's about time someone put you in your place

for a change!" Quentin was equally

impatient.

"If you don't believe me, it's your call. Forget it, then." Dustin shrugg

ed. There was no point in trying to reason

with them anyway. He'd only thought to offer a suggestion out of pure goo

dwill. Since none of them

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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. Th

e older man scared into the battle ring like a proud eagle, landing stead

ily amid the feverish applause from the audience.

Someone whistled, raucous cheers erupting all over in response to Mr. Wan

gley'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 placed both hands behind his ba

ck, arrogance permeating his features.

"Chunkster! Knock this old man out of the ring, and I'll treat you to a w

hole roasted lamb in return!" Brody shouted from the audience.

"Lamb… lamb!"

The chunkster's eyes lit up as he turned to Mr. Wangley. At present, it w

as not a renowned fighter who stood. before him but the promise of a frag

rant, whole roasted lamb.

"Defeat you eat lamb!" He struggled to utter a few words

from his limited vocabulary before launching his first attack. With a sto

mp, the chunkster charged toward Mr. Wangley like the sputtering engine o

f a car, violently aiming for a collision.

"Ineffectual amateur!" Mr. Wangley flexed his soles and sprang, landing n

ot a moment later 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, seco

nds away from losing his balance.

"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, launching a few sneak

attacks here and there as he egged his opponent on.

When it came to manipulating 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 c

ould effectively

target his pressure points and bring him down, once and for all! At the e

nd of the day, those were the points he believed to be the chunkster's we

aknesses.

His idea was undeniably a good one, but as time passed, Mr. Wangley could

n't help but feel that something was off.

Because of the chunkster's build, his delenses were different from the pa

tterns exhibited by the usual adamantine shields wielded by the opponents

he'd faced in the past.

The lat on his body was key in dissipating the impact of his attempted at

tacks. As for the pressure points he'd been targeting all this while, the

y only proved to be mildly effective for a short period of time before fu

lly

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recovering shortly after, rendering most of his strikes ineffective.

After their long–

withstanding struggle, the chunkster appeared to be spirited while Mr. Wa

ngley seemed more

out of breath than ever.

The consumption of energy after channeling the internal energy he possess

ed drained him to the core.

"This is impossible!" Mr. Wangley exclaimed inwardly, his brow knitted.

The chunkster's appearance was unremarkable, but he was extremely tenacio

us.

"Mr. Wangley! Try targeting the crown of his head! That's where his weakn

ess 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 s

tate 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 ch

unkster's throat. That area had the least amount of flesh–

it must be his opponent's weakest spot.

If it landed where he intended to, the subsequent effects would be extrao

rdinary.

"Gotcha!" The chunkster grinned as he grabbed ahold of Mr. Wangley's wris

t.

"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 so later, 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 stillin

g completely. 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, fea

r 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 long last. Never in his wildest dreams would he imagine the ti

des to turn on them.

"Quick! Get a doctor over here!" Natasha's expression was stem as she ord

ered 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.

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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 brin

g 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 cou

ldn'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 th

is around!"

"What trump card?" Otto asked tentatively.

"This trump card of theirs is none other than the warrior ranked ninth am

ong the Hundred Immortals, the King

of Kicks!"