Chapter 1695
Evan didn’t get angry when #3 slapped his hand away. He just looked up at him with a small smile. After all, the guy had volunteered to be his punching bag; he deserved some credit. Seeing this, the Koryonian fighters got excited again. “He’s scared! He’s trying to be friendly!” “Of course he’s scared! Our great Koryonian fighters can crush him with one finger!” “Hmph! Just some sheltered brat who dares to challenge us. He doesn’t know his place! Kill him!” “Yeah! Kill him! No mercy, no holding back! Kill that little punk!” As the Koryonians roared, the Zhinoran fighters looked at the small figure on the stage, their faces filled with worry. Everyone had seen what fighter #3 was capable of; he was a strong contender to make it to the finals. Someone couldn’t help but say to the bodyguard couple, “Isn’t #9 on stage your kid? You should have him forfeit. Number 3 is too strong. Discretion is the better part of valor!” “He’s still young. He can lose this time and have plenty of chances to win in the future! He shouldn’t be so reckless!” The bodyguards turned to look at Elliot. Elliot just smiled. “Thank you for your concern for my brother. Don’t worry about him, he knows what he’s doing. If he really can’t win, he’ll forfeit on his own.” He knew his brother’s true strength all too well. Compared to Evan, #3 was nothing. Unaware of Evan’s power, the others just frowned, anxiously watching the stage. The whistle blew, and the match began! Fighter #3 sneered at Evan, tilted his head, and clenched his jaw before lunging forward.
His punch was fierce, his eyes filled with killing intent. The Zhinoran fighters gasped. Was he trying to kill Evan?! Evan saw the murderous look in #3’s eyes, and his expression grew ice-cold.
He had considered just ending it quickly, but then he remembered the image of this guy beating the Zhinoran fighters. Defeating him wasn’t the point. Making him pay was. Evan sidestepped, dodging the attack. Fighter #3 reacted instantly, lashing out with a kick… The Koryonian fighters were ecstatic. “Good one! Kill him! Bring glory to Koryon!” “Come on, you little brat, don’t dodge! You coward, you trash! Zhinoran fighters are trash!” “Yeah! Zhinoran fighters are trash! All of them!” Zhinoran fighters are trash? Evan’s anger flared. With a scowl, he caught the incoming kick by the ankle and, with sheer force, slammed #3 onto the mat. Before #3 could scramble up, Evan planted a foot on his chest. “Pfft-” Fighter #3 coughed up blood. The cheering Koryonian fighters: “!” The anxious Zhinoran fighters: The entire arena: Evan stood over him, his gaze icy. “Say ‘Zhinora Forever,’ and ‘Koryonian fighters are trash,’ and I’ll let you go. Otherwise, I’ll cripple you.” Enraged, #3 gritted his teeth and struggled to his feet. “You little bastard, I’ll kill you!” Evan caught his fist, raised his other hand, and unleashed a rapid series of punches into his chest— BAM! BAM! BAM! Then he let go, jumped behind him, and delivered another flurry of blows to his back. Fighter #3 became a human punching bag, stumbling left and right with no chance to fight back. Evan controlled his power carefully, avoiding his head and heart, ensuring he felt immense pain without passing out. After a solid few minutes of this relentless assault, Evan stopped. Just as #3 was about to collapse, Evan kicked the back of his knee. *THUD* Fighter #3 dropped to his knees, facing the Zhinoran section! The Zhinoran fighters stared, their eyes wide and shining. The Koryonian fighters also stared, their jaws on the floor. Evan spoke again. “Surrender. Say ‘Zhinora Forever!’ and ‘Koryonian fighters are trash,’ and I’ll spare you.” A Koryonian fighter immediately shouted, “This is supposed to be a friendly match! You can’t personally insult the fighters p>