"Luring him in?" Miles's stomach sank a beat at the words.

He stared at the third battle ring, feeling a bit uneasy. "Dustin, are you serious? I've got a lot riding on this."

"You bet on Number 28, right?" Dustin asked.

Miles nodded. "Yeah, why?"

Dustin explained, "Well, Number 28 does have some skill, but he's being too aggressive.

"At first glance, it seems he's dominating and pushing his opponent back. But if you pay attention, you'll notice his opponent's composed movements and steady breathing.

"There's no hint of panic. It's like his opponent has been prepared for this. So, I'm guessing he's luring Number 28 by deliberately showing weakness.

"And when Number 28 lets his guard down, that's the moment he'll strike."

"Are you sure?" Miles was dubious. He narrowed his eyes as he carefully observed the battle, and his expression immediately changed.

battle matched

gained any significant ground. His continuous assaults

would eventually

thinking? Doesn't he know that it's a trap?

was worth a fortune. He was so confident in Number 28

he would also lose his credibility. After all, he encouraged others to join in on the

lose, right? I've bet a bottle of haemoplenish

go to your head! Watch out for traps!" Miles yelled at the

with the intense atmosphere at the scene, the sounds of fighting and cheering drowned out

now!" Number 28, having cornered his opponent at the edge of the

move.

and brought it

wickedly. Swiftly rolling on the ground, he darted behind Number 28. Then,

he couldn't evade while in mid-air. He was left with

the clash of metal echoed

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