NovelEnglishChapter 1405
That kind of contempt really set Punikon off. He clenched his jaw, practically fuming.
Sfolks at the gym muttered,
"Man, he's acting all high and mighty. You think he actually knows how to fight? | checked every ranking I could
find for Zhinora martial artists—not a single mention of Tarquin. Nobody on the circuit's ever heard of him!"
Punikon's father scoffed,
"Zhinora businessmen are arrogant to the core. Just because they know how to make money, they think they can
rule every field they step into. Hah!"
He clearly looked down on Tarquin.
The only reason he hyped up Tarquin's reputation was to boost his own. The tougher your opponent, the more
impressive it looks if you beat them.
Little did he know, he was nothing but a pawn in a bigger game. If it weren't for the bait-and-switch, he wouldn't
even get the chance to face Tarquin in the ring.
Punikon's father stood up and walked to the ring, handing the referee the signed contract for the match.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe ref held it up so everyone could see.
Once the crowd realized this wasn't just a friendly spar but a "no holds barred" match-winner takes all, loser
might not leave the ring alive-the mood shifted instantly.
A friendly match is just practice, a handshake at the end.
But this? This was the kind of fight that could end in a funeral.
After reading the contract out loud, the ref turned to both men, asking if they agreed.
Tarquin and Punikon's father nodded without hesitation.
The local Thyania fighters went wild, whistling and taunting, shouting, "Knock him out! Make him pay!"
By contrast, the Zhinora team looked tense and worried.
They didn't know who Tarquin was, or which rich guy might have secret fighting skills—but everyone recognized
Punikon's name.
The Punikon family carried serious weight in Thyania.
After their earlier scuffle with the locals, the Zhinora group was desperate for a comeback-they needed one of
their own to win.
Up on the balcony, Evan and the old man-his mentor, a grizzled veteran with a face like a roadmap-watched
quietly.
Evan whispered,
"This has gotta be Punikon's doing. He's gone too far. He's practically setting his own dad up for a beating!"
The old man frowned,
"Every fighter has their own reasons for learning the art. Sdo it to protect- protect themselves and the
people they love."
"But others... they learn just to hurt and destroy."
"Martial arts don't have borders. It's like art-meant to be celebrated everywhere, no matter where you're from If
someone's strong enough, they deserve respect fe matter their Country: s
"But there are always those who
can't stand to see someone else
shine that's how
my father
died too strong, too bright, and others just couldn't take it. They schemed to take him down." s
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