Second Round - 2!

What does he think this is, a play?

A play where he plays the hero and I'm the villain? 

Why is he blabbering bullshit without keeping any guard to defend himself?

Does he really think I'll wait for him to finish his speech?

At this moment, Demios transmitted his voice: "Wait, Let him finish!"

Kaen, curious about Demios' reasoning, asked: "And why do suggest that?"

"That way, when you humiliate him in front of all these women, that would break his pride and make your performance more satisfying after his confident speech. Let him get their hopes up"

"Hmm... your words makes sense." Kaen couldn't help but find Demios' words reasonable. "This little display sure makes him look confident and when I defeat him, it'll be much more impactful!"

As he conversed with Demios, he noticed a peculiar behavior from Ron Chase.

His eyes were frequently moving to the right, as if he was paying attention to someone in the audience. It also gave an impression as if he was trying to impress that someone.

Kaen looked towards the direction where Ron Chase was constantly glancing.

In one of the front seats, he spotted a beautiful woman sitting with a furious expression on her face as she grinded her teeth while glaring at Kaen.

Yes, she was Macho Husband's wife who was here to see Kaen lose and savor the taste of his humiliation with her own eyes.

Macho Husband was in the infirmary right now, and instead of being with him, she was here. This displayed her hatred for Kaen, or more specifically, for Winter Nightfallen.

Kaen took his eyes back from Macho Husband's wife, wondering internally: "Is she the reason for this speech?"

"It appears that way," Demios nodded. "This Ron Chase wants to impress Macho Husband's wife by defeating you!"

"Does that mean this Ron Chase likes married women or does he have a crush on her specifically?" Kaen wondered and at this moment, Ron Chase finished his long speech.

"Now, get ready for my fury!" He roared.

Ron Chase charged at Kaen with his sword laced with potent aura.

He had already witnessed Kaen's prowess from his previous match, and the rumors provided additional information.

Therefore, he started his attack at full strength instead of probing Kaen with normal sword exchanges.

Kaen also lunged forward, wielding the meat knife with his left hand.

Kaen, in his cook attire, looked like a butcher about to slaughter a chicken.

The knife let out an azure blue light as a blue razor-sharp aura appeared around it.

This time, Kaen had no intention of toying around with this man.

He could humiliate him as much he liked.

Firstly, he was hated by all the men in the audience, so most people would enjoy seeing Ron Chase getting humiliated.

Also, this man had no pure intentions behind defeating Kaen.

If he really wanted to protect her honor, like Macho Husband did, then maybe Kaen would have planned to give him some respect.

Both Kaen and Ron Chase quickly appeared in front of one another as they attacked.

Kaen could've just dodged this attack like he did with Macho Husband, but he had no intention of letting Ron Chase go.

Both their attacks collided as their auras smashed against each other.

At first, it appeared as if both auras were of the same level, and it was a tie.

But soon Kaen's aura began to overpower Ron Chase's, and then,

Boom!

A deafening explosion was heard as a small crater formed under Kaen's legs.

Cling... cling...

A sound echoed similar to metal bouncing on the ground before coming to a stop.

Soon, the upper half of a broken sword appeared in everyone's vision.

After noticing the broken sword, everyone's eyes searched for the owner of this weapon.

"There! There!" A man shouted, pointing to the ring.

Following the direction of his finger, a golden-haired man appeared in everyone's vision, lying at the end of the ring, breathing heavily.

He was injured, with the hand that he was fighting with, fractured.

His hand had become useless. He looked around before coming to his senses.

Ron Chase struggled a bit before getting up.

Kaen just stood still in his position, hands folded behind his back, his mask radiating a mocking aura.

At this moment, Kaen began to walk before stopping in front of Ron Chase. He raised his right hand, forming a fist and attacked.

Ron Chase's eyes widened as he tried to block the upcoming attack.

Boom!

A punching sound resounded, Ron Chase's weapon fell out of his hands as he grabbed his gut with a pained expression.

His knees half-bent as he constantly resisted the urge to kneel.

Kaen stared at his face standing in front of him before snorting: "Hmph, Is this how you plan to punish me? By letting me bear this disgusting sight of you?"

There was absolute silence in the arena!

This domineering sight was too unexpected for everyone present.

Kaen's words repeated in everyone's ears as they were too focused on the match to utter a single sound.

"You attacked me... when my weapon had broken... and my dominant hand was fractured." Ron Chase said with a grumbling voice. "You are in your top condition, it's only natural that... I cannot do anything against you..."

Ron Chase was glaring at Kaen with determination.

He had found an excuse for his condition; therefore, he was confident that he wouldn't lose much face if he could gather the audience's sympathy.

However, before anyone could say anything, Kaen sneered: "Oh, so that's your excuse? If that's the only problem, then allow me to help you see the whole truth."

Hearing Kaen's statement, Ron Chase was puzzled; he had no idea what Kaen was talking about.

"You say that your dominant hand is fractured and you think that is an advantage for me, right?" Kaen questioned, staring at Ron Chase with his creepy mask.

Everyone's attention was solely on Kaen's words; they were also curious about what Kaen was talking about.

Ron Chase frowned at the question before answering: "Yes, that's exactly it! Although it's you who is responsible for my condition, however, it seems I can't fight anymore, Therefore, I'd like to forfeit----"

But before Ron Chase could finish, Kaen raised his hand, interrupting in between: "Alright, that's enough for the answer!"

"Everyone, as you have already heard, his problem is that his dominant hand is fractured and he says he can't fight anymore!" he turned towards the audience and shouted in a convincing and heartfelt tone. "But is that reason enough for giving up?"

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(A/N - Thanks for reading. ^..^)