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Chapter 142
Nash calmly looped Coach Grande’s ID card around his neck and spoke with a cool assurance.
“If I’m a fake, you’re welcome to call me out.”
Bianca’s eyes lit up with renewed confidence. He was McNash—the legend himself. And he had chosen to train her.
After the session, Nash used expert massage techniques to relieve the soreness in her arms and ease the fatigue weighing down her muscles.
Meanwhile, in Black Widow’s private lounge, Duncan sat cross-legged in a chair, speaking casually.
“Mr. Kal wants Bianca down for good in the next round.”
The foreign coach grinned at the order. “If that’s what he wants, we’ll make sure it happens.”
Black Widow had inherited not only the Dark Lord’s reputation but also his raw fighting power. She hadn’t lost a single match in four years. Her coach—once her full-time sparring partner—knew what was at stake. He didn’t want her to falter now.
In fact, he believed she would surpass Mike Thorson within five years and claim the title of the next King of Fighters.
The 30-minute break was over. Fighters from both camps surged toward the ring once more.
Duncan returned to the VIP lounge on the second floor.
Kai was sprawled out on a velvet sofa, Helena nestled in his arms as the two kissed with the shameless hunger of the powerful.
Spotting Simon seated nearby, Duncan didn’t hesitate to walk over and sit beside him.
Simon sipped red wine and asked with a smirk, “So? Did Black Widow agree?”
Duncan gave a small smile. “If not for our arrangement, she would’ve ended Bianca in the first round. She knows better than to say no.”
Simon laughed and raised his glass. “Then let me offer my early congratulations.”
The two men clinked glasses. Duncan downed his wine in one gulp.
They hadn’t intended to do business together. Duncan didn’t trust Simon, and Simon had no love for Duncan either. But with the Green Bamboo Association backing Simon, collaboration became inevitable.
At that moment, one of Duncan’s bodyguards stepped forward. “Mr. Duncan, we’ve received word from Mandagor. It’s done.”
Duncan nodded slightly. “Any user response?”
“Yes. Over 300,000 new registrations. Total top-up value has surged by 20 billion.”
Kai stopped mid-kiss, intrigued.
Duncan chuckled darkly. “Human greed never fails to amaze me.”
In the public’s eye, the Phoenix Crown would once again go to Black Widow. But the real show was just beginning.
The next match? A fight between the Phoenix Crown holder and the Tiger Crown champion.
This year’s Tiger Crown belonged to a superheavyweight boxer who weighed in at 180 kilograms.
Black Widow, by contrast, was a featherlight 55 kilograms.
The outcome? Practically predetermined. The matchup was blatantly unfair.
But the bettors didn’t care. Fairness wasn’t profitable. They viewed the pairing as a generous stunt by the betting company.
In the Phoenix Crown championship, the betting ratio was 1:1. Wager a dollar, win a dollar.
But in the Tiger vs. Phoenix showdown? Wagers would double. A gold rush for gamblers.
Kai gave clear orders: “Once this match ends, process all prize redemptions immediately and open a new round of betting within 30 minutes. Keep the betting window short.”
They had to pay out 42 million in prize money. To protect their margins, they needed to recoup those funds quickly.
Downstairs, Nash stepped out of the restroom and happened to pass by Kai and his group. Their conversation, carelessly unguarded, drifted to his ears.
He paused, his expression hardening. So the rumors were true—capitalists were pulling the strings behind every underground boxing league.
Taking out his phone, Nash opened the official website for the Dragon Might Boxing Center. The match between Black Widow and Bianca was streaming live. Registered users could vote for their favorite boxer. If their fighter won, they’d receive double their support votes.
Black Widow had a 1:1 exchange rate. Bianca? 1:2.
Support votes for Black Widow were astronomical—over 30.8 billion and climbing. Every one of those votes represented cold, hard cash.
Which meant the Watsons would want Bianca to win the Phoenix Crown. That victory alone would yield them 42 million. Only a fool would walk away from that kind of payout.
Nash tapped on Bianca’s profile and cast his vote for her. Then, he opened a third-party betting website, registered a new account, and converted everything he owned—roughly 400 million—into support votes for Bianca.
Just as he completed the transaction, a new banner caught his eye.
Upcoming Match: Tiger Crown Mammoth vs. Phoenix Crown Black Widow
Nash blinked. What?
Confusion clouded his face.
What kind of sick setup was this?