Zeke was tall, young, and lean. Although he had some muscles, he was far from being a hunk.

As a matter of fact, his body size was worlds apart from Boxing King's. Everyone present was wondering how Zeke was able to fight a strong man like Boxing King.

It was then that they let out sighs of relief, glad that they had placed their bets on Boxing King.

At the same time, Sasha was looking at Zeke with wide eyes. “A-Are you really Zeke? Tell me that this isn't real. You're lying, right?”

Zeke replied, “I am Zeke Williams. What's the matter?”

Sasha hastily uttered, “Is it too late for me to change my bet? I'd like to put my one hundred thousand on Mr. Boxing King instead.”

“Sorry, can't do,” the person by the table rejected instantly.

Zeke was left speechless by her response.

This woman... What does she mean by that?

After the rejection, a desolated expression emerged on Sasha's face. “My one hundred thousand has gone down the drain. You... You must compensate me for it!”

“Why are you so sure that I'm going to lose?” Zeke questioned.

Sasha replied, “Where did you get such courage to say something like that? Look at your thin arms and legs. You probably have fewer muscles than me! In fact, you might not even win me in a fight.”


By then, Zeke's expression was darker than night.

As the famous Great Marshal, he was despised by a woman. It was humiliating.

Zeke could not stand their words any longer.

However, Sasha continued, “I don't care. If you lose, you'll have to fork out a hundred thousand to compensate me!”

Zeke huffed, “Have some guts to admit defeat when you lose. Why do I have to compensate you?”

“It's because you've let me down. Good enough of a reason for you?” Sasha spat.

To her surprise, Zeke agreed to it. “Sure. I can do that. However, what happens if I win?”

Without missing a beat, Sasha replied, “If you win, not only will I give you all the profit I've earned, but I'll even stay with you for one night. How about that?”

“Deal!” came Zeke's swift answer.

Right then, another commotion broke out. The people who stood the furthest away from them were the ones shouting and yelling.

One cried out, “Look! Isn't that Mr. Boxing King?”

“It really is Mr. Boxing King!”

“Oh my god, oh my god, I've finally seen Mr. Boxing King's face with my own eyes! I'll bear no regrets even if I die right now!”

The crowd worked themselves into a frenzy at the mention of Boxing King.

Then, they opened up a path for Boxing King and watched with admiration as Boxing King walked past them.

Zeke turned toward the source of the noise as well.

He then saw a group of martial artists walking toward the gym.

If my guess is right, the one leading the others should be Boxing King. He commands attention to him, and he's well-built. Moreover, I can sense the energy in him. In other words, he's a warrior who uses energy!

Indeed, among the ordinary people, Boxing King would be a remarkable fighter.

However, he was but a mere ant in the face of Zeke Williams.
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