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The atmosphere in Neo Power Club grew unnervingly quiet the moment Wanda’s words rang out. Every eye in the room was fixed on her, as though she had just issued a death sentence.
The effeminate man, wide-eyed and anxious, covered his mouth with one hand. With the other, he pointed nervously at the muscular man beside him, his voice quivering. “Brother… Wanda’s so fierce. Is something wrong with Bianca?”
The muscular man’s face twitched in irritation. He slapped the effeminate man’s hand away, his voice a low growl. “Don’t touch me. It’s disgusting.”
Rose, standing nearby, walked up to Nash, her concern written clearly across her face. “Coach Calcraft, what exactly does Wanda want?”
Most of the club’s members had witnessed Bianca’s fight in the Phoenix Crown Championship, but the effeminate man, having been on leave, had missed the spectacle. He now seemed increasingly worried as he watched the unfolding tension.
Nash’s gaze never wavered from the cage where Bianca and Wanda were circling each other. His tone was calm, though his eyes hinted at a deeper understanding of what was at stake. “She intends to kill Bianca.”
Rose’s frown deepened at those words. “Why don’t you stop her then?”
The club had done its homework on Wanda once Bianca had accepted the challenge. After studying under Mike for a year, Wanda had returned to Somer and quickly dominated the Sagen boxing scene in just three months. The reputation of Mike’s fighters was legendary, and their skill far surpassed those trained by the Dark Lord. Rose knew that if Wanda truly intended to kill Bianca, her opponent might be in real danger.
Nash’s voice remained steady, almost detached, as he replied, “An opponent is a boxer’s driving force. They can only improve through tough, relentless challenges. Every boxing champion is born from the fires of hard-fought battles.”
Rose was puzzled by his answer, but she trusted Nash’s judgment. After all, he had coached Bianca through some of her most difficult matches, and she had triumphed against the likes of Black Widow with the combination punches she had learned from Fred. If Nash wasn’t worried, she could afford to remain calm as well.
Inside the octagon, Bianca and Wanda were sizing each other up, both waiting for the other to make the first move. They assumed defensive stances, each testing the waters with cautious jabs and feints.
Bianca had never fought Wanda before and had no insight into her opponent’s fighting style. The lack of match footage made Wanda an enigma. As the two exchanged quick jabs, Bianca’s strikes were dodged with precision—Wanda evaded her left hook, right hook, straight punch, and jab effortlessly.
Wanda’s lips curled into a mocking smile. “You’re the Phoenix Crown Champion? Is this really all you’ve got? Did something happen behind the scenes of your fight with Black Widow?”
Bianca didn’t rise to the bait. Instead, she dropped low and aimed a punch straight at Wanda’s chest.
Wanda was quick to react, crossing her arms to block the punch while simultaneously lifting her leg to deliver a swift kick to Bianca’s waist.
Bianca managed to punch Wanda’s calf in retaliation, but Wanda retracted her leg quickly, using the momentum to throw a brutal straight punch at Bianca. The force behind the blow was enough to make anyone dizzy, even with gloves on.
And then, the onslaught began.
In this lawless, life-or-death battle, every mistake could be fatal. Bianca ducked to the side, narrowly avoiding a punch that grazed her ear. Wanda wasn’t finished—she followed up with a jab to Bianca’s head, then another heavy right cross.
Bianca leaned back, her body swaying like a fluid dancer, dodging both punches in the blink of an eye. Wanda, undeterred, switched tactics, aiming a left straight punch at Bianca’s abdomen.
Bianca sidestepped, stepping back just enough to create some distance. She then counterattacked with a series of precise jabs aimed at Wanda’s head, followed by a right straight punch and a left hook.
But Wanda was too skilled. She dodged every single strike, her movements swift and calculating, as if she had already anticipated each attack.
The round ended with neither fighter landing a significant blow. Both women stood tall, breathing heavily but undeterred, their eyes locked in a silent promise of what was to come.
“Your student wouldn’t listen to me,” the Grim-Faced Juggernaut muttered, a rare expression of frustration crossing her weathered face as she observed the fight. “Instead of learning true martial arts, she went off to study taekwondo. It’s all just flashy nonsense.”
Simon, ever the sycophant, piped up from the side. “Taekwondo is a sport, and it shows that Wanda has great sportsmanship!”
The older woman exhaled deeply, taking another puff from her pipe, her gaze never leaving the fighters in the ring. “If she had trained with me, she would have been stronger—perhaps even a master in the Profound Reality Realm by now.”
The crowd murmured, torn between awe and unease as the match continued. Wanda’s every move was calculated, while Bianca, despite her skill, found herself struggling to land a clean hit.