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Chapter 144
The moment Fred’s voice echoed across the arena, Bianca launched a blistering right hook, slamming into Black Widow’s jaw.
Without hesitation, she unleashed a rapid-fire flurry of punches—an aggressive combination that completely blindsided her opponent.
The referee hovered nearby, circling the two fighters like a hawk, whistle poised at his lips, ready to stop the fight at any sign of foul play.
Bianca’s fists blurred with speed—nearly 500 punches in a single minute.
Black Widow managed to block 495 of them, but the five that slipped through left brutal marks. Blood ran from her nose and mouth. Her eyes were puffed and darkened with bruises.
Bianca shifted her assault, delivering a punch to the waist, then launched three left hook feints followed by two right hook feints.
Black Widow had no choice but to defend all five attacks—because in the ring, a feint might be a ruse or a real strike. You never risk assuming.
Though she blocked them, the strain was beginning to show.
And something else began to gnaw at her: these combinations… this rhythm… they felt familiar. Uncomfortably so.
Bianca’s fear had melted away completely. She was no longer intimidated by Black Widow’s reputation.
After the feints, Bianca followed up with a clean four-hit sequence.
Only one of them landed—but it was enough. Enough to match half of Black Widow’s accumulated score.
The bell rang, marking the end of Round Four.
Both fighters retreated to their corners.
Bianca leaned heavily against the ropes, her face battered. One eye was nearly swollen shut.
Nash, Hera, and Skadi rushed to her.
Hera offered water. Skadi dabbed blood from her face with a trembling hand.
Nash, calm and focused, laid his hands on Bianca’s arms and began massaging them. Beneath his touch, the torn muscle fibers began to knit themselves back together with unnatural speed.
Skadi wiped Bianca’s bloodied eyelid. “Can you still see?”
Bianca nodded faintly.
Nash gently covered her eyes with his palms, continuing the massage. “You did great that round,” he said. “But Black Widow’s going to be more cautious now. Don’t play defense anymore. It’s time to even the score—attack nonstop.”
That was the principle he’d taught Mike Thorson, the King of Fighters.
No defense was the best defense. If you never gave your opponent a chance to strike, what was there to defend against?
Mike hadn’t earned his nickname as a beast and mad bull for nothing—and now, Bianca would channel that same relentless spirit.
The three-minute break ended.
Bianca stood, her eye a little less swollen, her arms no longer screaming with pain. Her body burned, but she was far from broken.
With Nash in her corner, it almost felt like cheating.
She stepped back into the ring with a clarity of purpose.
The whistle blew.
Bianca struck instantly—a left hook followed by a vicious right straight.
Black Widow instinctively pulled her arms tight over her chest and head.
What was happening?
She blinked in disbelief.
Bianca wasn’t defending at all. She wasn’t reacting. She was attacking. Recklessly. Aggressively.
How was this even possible? She was up against the Golden Belt winner of the Women’s World Championship!
Bianca powered through three relentless sets of combo punches. Black Widow didn’t even have a chance to breathe, let alone retaliate.
From the stands, the audience exploded in excitement.
“Damn! Bianca’s gone crazy!”
“Sh*t, it’s like Mike Thorson’s spirit jumped into her body!”
“Is Black Widow throwing the match or what?”
“You fools! Don’t you see it? Bianca’s fists are moving so fast they’re leaving afterimages! Who could counter that?!”
“Black Widow’s just biding her time, waiting for Bianca to gas out!”
“Bianca! Keep going! You’ve got this!”
Cheers roared louder with each second Bianca remained on the offensive.
Up on the second floor, Kai frowned, eyes narrowing.
Something wasn’t right.
Black Widow was supposed to end this match in Round Four.
Now, it was Round Five, and she hadn’t landed a single hit.
Helena, seated beside him, narrowed her gaze. “Didn’t you notice? Bianca’s changed coaches.”
Realization swept through the VIP section.
All eyes turned to the ring corner—where Nash stood calmly behind Bianca.
Kai’s face darkened.
Duncan’s jaw dropped. “He knows boxing?”
Simon, swirling his wine, smiled thinly. “He doesn’t just know boxing. He masters it.”