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Chapter 137
The Neo Power Club fighters blocked Nash’s path, fists clenched and eyes wary. Bianca glanced over her shoulder at the commotion and caught sight of Nash standing at the ring’s edge.
“Skadi and Hera asked me to tend to your arms,” he announced calmly.
Nearby, several club boxers doubled over, hands pressed to their stomachs. Bianca frowned. “Coach, what’s wrong with them?”
The coach turned, confusion etched on his face. Nash replied, “They have acute diarrhea.”
The coach stared blankly. “Who are you?”
Nash straightened his back. “Have you ever heard of McNash?”
At the mention of that legendary name, the coach’s eyes widened. McNash: the enigmatic trainer who had once guided a down-and-out boxer to defeat the Dark Lord at the height of his power. Mike Thorson’s mentor was spoken of in reverent tones across every gym.
Still distrustful, the coach sneered. “What does that matter to you?”
“I am McNash,” Nash replied, his voice effortless. His calm confidence made him seem every inch the expert.
“Then get out,” the coach spat, “or I’ll throw you out myself.”
Before the tension could escalate, the referee’s whistle signaled the third round’s start. Skadi and Hera seized the moment, slipping past the club boxers—still incapacitated by their sudden ailment—and flanked Nash at the ropes.
“If you’re not here to help, leave now,” the coach snarled.
Skadi held up a hand. “We know him.” Her tone brooked no argument.
The coach’s scowl deepened. “Miss Zabel, are you here just to watch?”
Skadi gave him a cool appraisal. “This is Nash. He’s a physician who can reduce Bianca’s swelling.”
The coach shot a skeptical look at Nash. “But earlier you claimed you were McNash.”
Hera’s eyes lit up. “Yes, did you really say that?”
Nash inclined his head. “Is there a problem?”
“Not at all,” Hera replied with a sweet smile. Though she had once doubted his extravagant claims, he had since cured her grandfather’s illness and revealed connections to both the Drake Group and national priesthood.
The coach glared at Hera, doubt still flickering in his eyes. “McNash was seventy four years ago.”
Skadi and Hera turned back to the ring, disinterested in the coach’s protests.
Nash slipped his hands into his pockets and watched Bianca’s battered arms glisten under the arena lights. “She won’t score a single point this round,” he said quietly.