Chapter 896: The Last Straw That Broke the Camel’s Back

Everyone in the stands was staring at the two men in the ring. Some were excited. Some were tense. Some were afraid.

Every kind of emotion was there.

Wang Yun took a moment to glance up at the audience. Quite a few of those who had been gloating a second ago immediately lost the nerve to meet his eyes and hurriedly looked away.

His gaze was calm, not remotely aggressive, yet it still made many of them feel strangely uneasy. One after another, they turned their eyes aside without meaning to.

Wang Yun swept his eyes across the faces in the crowd and quietly fixed them in his memory.

Achir, who was in the middle of charging at him, noticed that small movement. To him, it was a deliberate provocation, proof that Wang Yun did not even take him seriously. At a critical moment in the match, he was actually looking away at irrelevant people.

To Achir, that was an insult.

So when his fist was just about to smash into Wang Yun’s throat, he said in a dark voice, “You dare let your mind wander while fighting me? You’ll pay for that.”

The moment the words left his mouth, Achir surged forward with even greater speed.

Still aiming straight for Wang Yun’s throat.

At the instant his fist was about to make intimate contact with Wang Yun’s neck—

Wang Yun moved. He stepped sharply to the right and leaned his upper body back in one fluid motion.

The movement was so sudden that no one saw how he had done it. Even Achir was caught off guard by Wang Yun’s abrupt reaction. He failed to rein in his force, and momentum carried his entire body forward.

Bang!

Achir hit the ground hard.

Wang Yun turned his head and stood where he was, motionless, quietly watching the sight of Achir losing control and crashing down in humiliation.

The hall fell utterly silent.

So silent it seemed as though even a single sheet of paper hitting the floor would be heard.

Everyone except Wang Yun stood there with mouths hanging open, faces full of disbelief.

How had he dodged that?

Why had none of them even seen what happened before Achir had already gone flying? Even Achir himself, the one closest to Wang Yun, looked as though he had seen a ghost.

Standing that close, and even he had not seen how Wang Yun avoided him.

The more confidence he had placed in that punch, the harder it was for him to believe what had happened now.

But the match was not over yet.

Shock or no shock, Achir forced down the surge of unease rising inside him.

The referee was already beside him, beginning the count.

“Three!”

Panic flashed through Achir. He fought to get up, only to find that one of his arms no longer seemed to have any strength in it.

But he still refused to give up.

Enduring the pain, he braced himself with his hands and kept trying to push himself upright.

“Two!”

As the referee continued counting, Achir grew more desperate.

He strained to lift his arm and force his body up.

Sweat had already broken out across his forehead. His arm hurt even more now.

But he could not lose.

He had to stand.

He had to fight to the end.

Only then did the people in the stands snap out of their shock.

Now was not the time to be stunned. They had placed real money on Achir. Achir absolutely could not lose.

“Achir, get up!”

That sudden shout broke the spell over the others. The crowd immediately began yelling too, cheering him on.

“Achir, you’re the best! Get up!”

“Come on, Achir!”

“Achir, are you really going to lose to this nobody from Dragon Country?!”

“Achir, you coward!”

Some of the spectators who had staked their entire savings on him saw that he still had not risen, and their encouragement quickly turned to abuse.

“And you call yourself a six-time champion?”

“Who knows how much of those six wins were real in the first place?”

“You’ve got to be the first idiot in history to miss your target and injure yourself instead!”

One harsh voice after another cut through the air.

And up on the stage, Achir seemed to hear all of it—the cheers, the curses, the jeers. His face flushed red. Then, just before the referee could say the final number, he planted a hand on the floor and staggered shakily back to his feet.

“That’s it, Achir!”

“Well done, Achir!”

“Achir, you’re amazing!”

Even the ones who had just been cursing him fell silent.

Some of the more emotional young women were so moved by Achir’s refusal to give up that they even started crying.

Wang Yun looked at the man who had climbed back up and lifted a brow in faint surprise.

He had not expected Achir to be this tenacious. After throwing such a heavy punch into empty air, his arm must have been badly injured by now.

And yet he had still forced himself back up.

That took extraordinary willpower.

But unfortunately for him, this was still a match.

Achir had only just regained his footing. He had not fully steadied himself and was still swaying.

There was an old saying: when your enemy is sick, finish him.

Wang Yun lifted a foot and walked toward Achir.

When he reached him, he threw a punch that did not seem especially forceful.

But that seemingly light blow sent Achir straight back to the floor. And this time, he could not get up.

With his God-level boxing skill, Wang Yun knew exactly where the human body’s weak points lay.

That punch of his had looked effortless, almost casual.

Yet it had landed on the most fatal spot of all.

It was the final straw that broke the camel’s back.