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Chapter 136
In her second year as a contender, the destitute boxer borrowed the Golden Belt and fought in the World King of Fighters Championship’s highest tier. By year’s end, he had toppled the reigning champion—the Dark Lord himself—who then retired from the ring. Though four years had passed, Nash still remembered that fighter’s name: Mike Thorson. Watching Bianca absorb each blow stirred those memories like a rising tide. Nash hadn’t followed Mike’s career after his own three-year ban, nor did he know what had become of him.
Back then, after Mike claimed the championship, they’d transformed the slums into prosperous neighborhoods. Unburdened by poverty, he might have gone even further.
Suddenly, Hera’s voice cut through Nash’s reverie. “Bianca—” but Black Widow’s glove connected with Bianca’s cheek first. Bianca retaliated with a left hook, grazing Black Widow’s jaw, yet still collapsed to the canvas as the second round closed with a lopsided score of 1–13.
Despite the disparity, Bianca felt a spark of triumph. In the past three Phoenix Crown tournaments, no challenger had even scored. She forced herself up, leaning on the ropes to steady her breath. As the coach dabbed at her brow, he murmured, “If you can’t keep up, it’s all right. Earning that one point is impressive enough.”
Bianca shook her head through her panting. “I can still fight.” She sensed Black Widow had only begun to unleash her power. Even in defeat, Bianca vowed to press on—she would not tarnish Drakonia’s reputation.
Across the ring, the commentator whispered into the foreign coach’s ear. A satisfied smile spread across his face before he signaled Black Widow. The champion raised her eyes to Bianca, then offered a mocking thumbs-up before flipping it downwards, goading her rival.
Skadi leaned forward, alarmed. “How can Bianca continue with arms so swollen?” Hera recalled how Nash once eased her own swelling with a massage. She grabbed his sleeve. “Nash, can’t you do something?”
Nash arched an eyebrow. “You want me to massage her arms?”
Hera nodded fiercely, and Skadi nodded too, reminding him of his uncanny healing hands. Hera clasped Nash’s hand between her own. “Please?”
Nash gave a quiet smile. “All right. Since it’s your birthday today…” He stepped toward the ring.
A pair of boxers from the Neo Power Club intercepted him. “Stop! Who are you?”
“I’m a doctor,” Nash said calmly. “I need to tend to Bianca’s injuries.”
One guard shook his head. “We have professionals here. Leave now, or we’ll remove you.”
Nash met their gaze with steady resolve.