Chapter 895: This Time, He Might Lose His Life

Both men took their starting stances and stood on either side of the referee.

The referee turned his head from side to side, looking first at one, then the other. Then he lifted the whistle hanging from his neck. He put it to his lips and drew in a deep breath. His face even flushed with the effort.

Then the referee blew sharply, and the whistle split the air with a shrill blast.

The match had officially begun.

Achir, dressed head to toe in red, launched the first attack.

He no longer bothered to hide his malice toward Wang Yun. A contemptuous smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

A straight jab shot toward Wang Yun’s head.

Wang Yun, however, remained in his stance. 

To the audience, Achir’s punch looked fast, heavy, and vicious enough that some of the more timid women had already turned their faces away, afraid to witness the bloody scene to come. The spectators who had been heckling before immediately picked it up again.

“That’s it, Achir. Knock his teeth all over the floor!”

“Show this arrogant bastard what real boxing looks like!”

“Exactly. Let him keep acting so cocky!”

And yet, in the eyes of the crowd, that punch was powerful and terrifying. In Wang Yun’s eyes, it was nothing more than a brute’s wild swing.

All force, no form.

Pure muscle, without the slightest technique.

Wang Yun did not move at first. Only when the fist was nearly upon him did he tilt his body lightly aside.

Achir’s punch did not so much as brush the hem of Wang Yun’s clothes.

Wang Yun shot him another faintly scornful smile.

Humiliation flared through Achir at once. He immediately threw himself forward again, fists driving in hard.

But no matter how fierce Achir’s attacks were, Wang Yun continued to evade in the same effortless way, never moving until the punch was about to land, then slipping aside at the last moment.

More than a dozen punches in a row, and Achir was already struggling to keep it up. He called for a pause.

The referee blew the whistle, and the match was stopped.

Walter hurried forward at once, full of concern.

“How are you?”

Achir did not answer.

He pulled off his headgear, took a drink from the water Walter handed him, then accepted a towel from the attendant and wiped the sweat streaming down his face.

His gaze was dark, his thoughts unreadable.

On Wang Yun’s side, the contrast could not have been greater.

He strolled calmly over to a chair and sat down to rest.

When he removed his headgear, the attendant was shocked to discover that Wang Yun had not sweated at all.

Holding the bottle of water in his hand, the attendant hesitated, unsure whether he should even offer it.

From the look of things, Mr. Wang Yun had not exerted himself in the slightest. If anything, he had spent the whole round toying with Mr. Achir.

Seeing the attendant’s awkwardness, Wang Yun simply took the water from him and drank.

The moment it touched his lips, he knew something was wrong.

Drugged?

What those people probably did not know was that his body was immune to poison.

Achir, who had been quietly watching from the other side, saw Wang Yun drink the water. His gaze turned even more vicious, and a sinister smile tugged at his mouth.

Wang Yun looked at the attendant’s innocent expression and knew this could not possibly have been his doing. He said nothing. He merely opened the bottle again and took another sip. His brow lifted slightly, pleasantly surprised.

The doctored water actually tasted pretty good.

In the stands, people watched Wang Yun in silence.

“This guy’s ridiculously lucky. Achir hasn’t landed a single punch.”

“It’s obvious Achir was holding back. He just didn’t want him to lose too badly.”

“Didn’t you notice? Achir hasn’t even used his full strength yet.”

“Exactly. Next round, Achir’s definitely going to knock this bastard’s teeth out.”

Whether they were comforting others or comforting themselves, it was hard to say.

The odds on Achir had been so low that many people had thrown in every bit of money they could spare. And naturally, once they had wagered that much, none of them wanted to see anything go wrong.

When the break was over, the two fighters put their headgear back on and returned to the ring.

At the sharp blast of the whistle, the match resumed.

This time, Achir did not rush in.

He threw out two probing punches. Wang Yun avoided them just as easily.

Then he threw two more.

This time, Wang Yun’s evasions seemed a little more strained.

One of the punches even scraped past the side of Wang Yun’s headgear.

Achir was overjoyed.

He thought the drug he had arranged was finally taking effect, that Wang Yun’s body was beginning to weaken.

A cruel smile spread across his face as he looked at him.

“I’m done playing with you.”

With that, Achir threw a punch containing the full force of his body. The blow was terrifyingly powerful, so fierce that the air itself seemed to howl around it. And with deliberate cruelty, he aimed it straight at Wang Yun’s throat.

If that punch landed, Wang Yun might lose his life on the spot.

His head was protected by the helmet. His chest by padded gear.

Only his neck was exposed.

Achir’s strike was vicious in the extreme.

The crowd watched him with feverish anticipation.

They were waiting to see Wang Yun collapse and never get up, and many of them could hardly contain themselves.

Inside the members’ private room, Baren and Colin were so tense they barely dared breathe. Every scrap of their fortune was riding on Wang Yun.

If he lost this fight, then they would be left with nothing.

The two of them—four eyes in all—were locked on the ring without blinking once.