Chapter 347

Word of the duel between Michael "The Thunder Fist" and Alex-the unknown underdog mocked as "the Loser"—had swept across Paris like wildfire.

Crowds thirsty for blood and spectacle poured into the city, drawn by the promise of ruthless entertainment.

Everyone knew Michael as the ruthless enforcer for the Guise family, the governor's personal executioner.

No one had ever survived a fight after crossing the Guise clan.

Eager to witness the carnage firsthand, spectators had arrived at the arena gates before dawn, waiting impatiently for entry.

Alex stood at the front gate of the Paris arena, his eyes wide in shock. "I never expected such a massive crowd."

Lyra stood beside him, shaking her head.

"This place usually puts on dull fights just to keep the crowd mildly entertained."

"But when Michael enters the ring, it turns into a bloodthirsty spectacle. People pack the arena not to cheer-but to watch someone die. No one's ever left alive after facing him."

"Seriously, no one?" Alex asked, disbelief edging his voice.

"Never. All referees here answer to the Guise family," Lyra explained grimly.

"In Paris, the Guise family's word is law. If they say left, no one dares say right."

Alex smirked, determination flaring in his eyes. "Then wouldn't it be humiliating if they lost?"

Lyra's eyebrows arched skeptically. "Lost? Are you actually confident you can beat him?"

"You doubt me?" Alex challenged.

Lyra leaned in, lips curving into a sly smile.

"Not exactly. But the betting odds are twenty-to-one against you. If you win, my money multiplies twentyfold—and it's Guise family cash, which makes it even sweeter."

A dangerous gleam lit Alex's eyes. "And if I put down a billion dollars?"

Lyra's eyes widened, her breath catching sharply.

"Do you really have a billion dollars?" she whispered, biting her lip as excitement flushed her cheeks.

"Can you handle the winnings if I do?" Alex replied evenly.

Suddenly, Lyra grabbed his arm tightly, trembling with excitement as her legs squeezed together involuntarily.

confusion.

face flushed deeply, tears of

climaxed imagining winning twenty billion dollars.

his head, laughing

to you. Just manage

her face burning red as she looked up at him, "Do you mind if we make love before the fight? I

eyebrow, feigning seriousness.

overheated body instantly turned cold, as though doused in ice

laughter. "See? You

she'd been tricked, Lyra punched his

Alex! Don't mess with

Arena surged with anticipation, a ten-thousand-seat coliseum packed to

other fighters still locked

quick and savage way

walked confidently beside Alex, weaving through the crowd as they made their way straight toward the VIP section

had barely taken his seat when he noticed the old man next to him staring intensely, sizing him up with sharp,

his

powerful muscles, and an aura of strength

Become my disciple-the next Sky

turned sharply, confusion flickering in his eyes. "Disciple? I don't even know

face twisted into a sneer. She eyed Alex as if he should

Joey said

and every god in heaven right now. People spend years begging my father, kissing the ground

don't just sit there-get on your knees and show

at her,

slowly, realizing this had

into the worst kind of

sorry-what did you

a legendary fighter," Joey

"You'll be unstoppable-rich,

any dispute

into the arena

your enemies.

standing there?

thanking my father."

again at Rudolf, barely concealing his

level 30 at best, and yet he wanted to teach someone

but no thanks,"

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