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Chapter 133
In the towering VIP suite of the Dragon Might Boxing Center, the game being played wasn’t just in the ring.
It was bigger. Colder. Calculated.
All it took was one match to shift billions—and the Watsons and Duersons were ready to tip the scales.
Helena watched Kai’s darkening expression carefully. She knew him well enough to sense when a storm was building beneath his composed surface. Her voice was soft, almost pleading. “Kai, please. I don’t want to be the reason you lose four billion…”
Kai didn’t look at her. His voice was as flat as ice. “If Nash and his people want to see Bianca win, then I won’t give them that satisfaction. I may not be able to touch them directly, but I can crush them with money.”
At those words, Duncan’s face paled. “Kai… this is four billion we’re talking about!”
Kai only smirked. “Some things matter more than money. Like watching them lose face.”
But Duncan wasn’t about to let a gold mine slip away so easily. He leaned forward, lowering his voice as a glimmer of cunning danced in his eyes. “Kai… I have a way. Something that’ll give you both the satisfaction and the profits.”
Kai glanced sideways, intrigued. Duncan simply smiled, not saying more—at least not yet.
Meanwhile, the arena buzzed with anticipation as the time for the match drew near.
The host strutted into the ring wearing a glossy black tailcoat, trailed by a stunning blonde carrying a silver tray. Atop the tray gleamed a diamond-studded crown—valued at over 700 grand. Its brilliance shimmered under the stage lights, stealing the crowd’s breath.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Dragon Might Boxing Center!” the host’s voice boomed through the arena. “Tonight, you witness the pinnacle of national women’s boxing—the Phoenix Crown Championship! Sponsored exclusively by the Watsons!”
The crowd erupted in applause.
The host went on, voice rising with the intensity of a sports commentator at a World Cup final.
“From Drakonio’s Jonford Neo Power Boxing Club—after nine straight victories—our dark horse, Bianca Lawson, makes her way to the finals! And she’s about to face off against the reigning queen of the ring, Black Widow!”
The excitement rippled through the crowd like electricity.
High above, Skadi gripped the VIP railing, shouting at the top of her lungs, “Bianca! You got this! Come on!”
Next to her, Hera was just as animated, hands cupped around her mouth as she yelled with all her strength. “Go, Bianca!”
In contrast, Nash sat in composed silence, leisurely sipping his cappuccino. He hadn’t even spared the ring a glance. These matches, in his eyes, were nothing more than elaborate shows—tools for capital manipulation. He had witnessed far more intense fights in international arenas. This, despite its scale, was child’s play by comparison.
Whether Bianca won or lost didn’t matter to the capitalists. The Dragon Might Boxing Center would profit either way.
Whichever girl walked away wearing the Phoenix Crown would be snapped up for endorsement deals, promotions, and contracts. The winner wasn’t just a champion—she was a cash cow.
Down in the pit, Bianca and her coach exchanged a fist bump before she jogged up the stairs to the platform. The crowd’s cheers soared.
Dressed in a red boxing outfit with matching gloves, Bianca’s athletic physique and calm aura won over even more hearts in the crowd. Her pale skin, lean waist, and confident movements lit up the stage. She was fire—graceful, determined, and burning with silent strength.
Then the announcer raised his mic once more.
“And now, the one you’ve all been waiting for… the undefeated champion! Winner of the last three Phoenix Crowns, and bearer of the 2021 World Women’s Boxing Championship Golden Belt… the daughter of the Dark Lord, the King of Fighters himself… all the way from Frelden—Black… Widow!”
The spotlight exploded onto the opposite side of the ring.
A woman with a dangerous aura strode forward, her black gloves gleaming, her every movement sharp and coiled like a panther. The crowd roared as her name echoed through the arena.
And just like that, the battle between Bianca and Black Widow began—not just for the crown, but for what it represented: billions, pride, and the invisible hands pulling the strings from the shadows.
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