Chapter 26 Did you pray to God today?

"You can't beat me," Indra said with a calm face.

Black Widow's smile faltered, her brow furrowing slightly. Can't beat him? Maybe an ordinary woman couldn't. But Black Widow? She was no ordinary woman—she was a product of the Red Room, a trained and enhanced fighter.

She gave a cold laugh. While she had a certain fondness for Indra, it didn't mean she would tolerate being underestimated. Did he think having eight-pack abs meant he could take her on? That was naive.

"How would you know without trying?" she replied, amusement dancing in her eyes.

The man who had been knocked down by Black Widow earlier quickly approached Indra, whispering urgently, "Dude, this woman is fierce. You'd better not mess with her! Trust me on this." He patted Indra on the shoulder for emphasis.

Indra smirked and turned to Hawkeye. "She can't beat me. Why don't you give it a try?"

Hawkeye was taken aback by Indra's challenge. After a moment of surprise, a look of disdain crossed his face. Though he wanted nothing more than to take Indra down, he didn't consider a mere civilian a worthy opponent.

Black Widow, seeing Indra ignore her and challenge Hawkeye instead, felt a surge of irritation. "What's the matter? Afraid I'll embarrass you?" she taunted.

Indra chuckled and stepped onto the boxing ring. The helpful guy sighed and muttered, "So young and reckless..."

As soon as he stepped into the ring, Black Widow smiled and asked, "What do you want to compete in? Boxing? Martial arts? Wrestling?"

"Whatever," Indra replied.

Black Widow walked up to him, her smile widening. "Hope your luck goddess can keep me from hitting you."

No sooner had she finished speaking than Indra delivered a swift spinning kick, knocking her to the ground with precise, powerful speed. Black Widow had no time to react; the kick was swift and forceful.

Lying on the mat, she felt her whole body jarred from the impact. Indra stood over her, calmly stating, "No matter how tough you talk, it doesn't change the outcome."

Black Widow was stunned. She realized Indra had changed—not just physically, but in strength, speed, and attitude. This transformation in such a short time was shocking.

"Impressive, man!" The man who had been floored by Black Widow earlier exclaimed, astonished and thrilled by Indra's quick victory. "That was so satisfying!"

His excitement was cut short by a deadly glare from Black Widow, who rose to her feet, clearly not ready to back down.

Just then, Hawkeye stepped onto the ring, addressing Indra, "I'll take you on!"

Black Widow glanced between Hawkeye and Indra, then stepped out of the ring, her chest still aching from the kick. Indra's strike had been powerful enough that an ordinary person might not have withstood it.

As she walked away, she thought, "You'd better pray..."

"Get up," Hawkeye sneered at Indra.

Although the kick he delivered to Black Widow had surprised Hawkeye, it was a sneak attack.

But if they were to engage in a real fight, could an ordinary person like him defeat Black Widow?

Indra remained silent, his gaze sharpening as he stared back at Hawkeye.

Earlier, when Indra and Black Widow sparred on the boxing ring, spectators assumed it was just a playful match between a man and a woman, hence it didn't attract much attention. However, as soon as Hawkeye stepped up, people gathered around immediately.

The confrontation on the boxing ring wasn't just about speed and technique; it was also a battle of strength between men.

Hawkeye looked at Indra and sneered, "I'll have you know, I'm not just skilled with a bow; I'm also adept in combat."

Before he could finish, Indra threw a punch at Hawkeye's face, sending him flying into the ropes at the edge of the ring.

As Hawkeye lay on the ground, feeling the searing pain on his face, he cursed inwardly, "Another ambush!"

"Get up! Keep fighting!"

"Stand up! Fight back!"

Excited shouts from the men filled the air as they urged Hawkeye to continue.

Struggling to his feet, Hawkeye shook his head, still trying to regain his balance. But before he could steady himself, another punch landed on his face, sending him crashing down again within seconds.

Once more, the crowd erupted into cheers, shouting encouragements for him to stand and fight.

"He can't possibly get up after that," Indra remarked coldly.

The force behind those two punches was undeniable.

At that moment, even if Hawkeye wanted to stand, his body might not allow it.

Black Widow watched Indra's expression with astonishment, unable to find words to articulate her thoughts. The explosive power behind those two punches was simply terrifying.

And the speed... it was astonishing.

How was this possible?

"I remember when you aimed an arrow at my head before," Indra said, his tone cutting. "I told you then, you shouldn't be called Hawkeye; you should be called Blind Monk."

"In fact, Blind Monk has another nickname—Blind eyes."

"These two punches are a warning."

"If there's a next time, and you point an arrow at my head, I'll make sure you truly become blind."

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