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Chapter 140
Mike Thorson was more than a champion—he was the undisputed King of Fighters. For four straight years, he reigned undefeated, amassing trophy after trophy. His prowess in the ring attracted endorsement deals worth billions.
Two years ago, he pivoted careers and stormed into Hollywood. There, he won an Academy Award and was twice named among the most influential actors by industry judges.
Yet Mike’s staggering success had always hinged on one guiding force: his personal trainer, McNash.
Skadi watched Nash with skepticism as he coached Bianca. “Even if he claims to be McNash, I don’t buy it.”
Hera’s eyes were steady as she replied, “Why doubt him? Nash wouldn’t lie to me—and he doesn’t need titles to matter to our future.”
Skadi pressed a palm to Hera’s brow. “Hera, McNash is nearly eighty. We don’t even know if he’s alive. And Nash was barely out of college five years ago—how could he be the same man?”
Hera offered a gentle smile. “Then, do you believe him?”
Skadi faltered. “I…I should.”
She thought of the Lee household assassin who’d flawlessly impersonated a millionaire—perhaps Nash, too, could cloak himself in guile.
Meanwhile, Bianca pounded the focus pad on Nash’s raised hand, delivering every ounce of her strength.
“That’s still too soft!” Nash barked, his hand unwavering despite the impact.
Bianca’s fists struck like pistons—she could muster four hundred pounds of force. Even her golden-medalist coach had never insisted she unleash full power. Yet this unassuming trainer absorbed every blow without budging.
Nash shifted the pad in sharp, staccato motions.
“Left!”
“Right!”
“Left!”
“Up!”
Bianca rose to the challenge, matching his calls with matching strikes. Nash accelerated the tempo, the pad darting so swiftly that her punches clipped air.
“Not fast enough!” his voice cut through the room.
She sped up, fists blurring, but Nash’s movements remained a heartbeat ahead—too fast to track. He was no mere boxer; he moved with a martial artist’s precision and strength.
“Eyes on the pad, not me!” he snapped, and with a sudden flick, his left glove tapped Bianca’s temple.
She flinched, shielded her head, and stumbled back—proof that his training pushed her to her limits.
Skadi watched, arms crossed. “He’s brutal. Not exactly gentle with a lady.”
Hera rolled her eyes. “It’s drill—he has to push her beyond her comfort zone.”
Skadi scoffed. “You’re not even married to him yet. Why defend him?”
She turned to Bianca, concern softening her tone. “But she’s right—this is tough training.”
Bianca shook off the strike and returned to her stance, resolve blazing in her eyes. She resumed her assault on the pad, determination driving every blow.