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Li Luo was just about to agree, leaning slightly forward, his raised finger pointing at Ring. At that moment, a dark and sturdy hand suddenly reached out, firmly pressing down on his wrist. The grip was not strong, yet it felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, pinning his hand down.
Li Luo froze for a moment and looked up at the owner of the hand. Before him stood the mysterious man who had just given him guidance. His dark face was hidden in the shadow of his hood, with only his cold eyes glinting with a harsh light under the illumination. His presence was steady and chilling, seemingly merging with the darkness surrounding Ring, making it impossible to ignore him.
"You—" Li Luo started to speak but swallowed the words back. He noticed the man's movements were resolute, carrying an undeniable pressure that left no room for refusal. The man's gaze swept over his face as if silently assessing his condition.
The tall man witnessed this scene and his expression instantly soured. He strode forward, roughly pushing the mysterious man aside, his tone filled with anger and disdain. "Who are you? This is none of your business; get lost!"
The man was pushed back slightly but did not budge an inch, standing like an unyielding statue. His body remained still as he lowered his head and slowly turned toward the tall man, a deeper coldness flashing in his eyes.
The tall man's brows furrowed tighter, feeling as if his strength had struck a solid iron plate. He reached out again, intending to grab the man's collar, but just as his hand was about to make contact, that dark arm swung out swiftly and precisely, easily knocking his hand away.
"Don't make a move; otherwise, you'll face the consequences," the man said in a low voice, cold and calm like whispers from an abyss.
The tall man hesitated for a moment, seemingly intimidated by this aura. However, his anger flared even more. He clenched his fists, ready to strike again when he noticed the man's actions. The man slowly removed his hood, revealing his dark face with a hint of a chilling smile before taking off his gloves from his waist and putting them on deliberately.
The crowd around them fell silent, all eyes focused on this suddenly appearing man. Every movement he made exuded calm confidence as if he had already taken complete control of the situation.
"If you want to fight," the man raised his head, locking eyes with the tall man in a cold stare, his voice deep and steady. "Then come with me."
The tall man gritted his teeth, unable to hide his unease. He sensed that this man was not ordinary; he radiated an ominous aura that he couldn't quite articulate. This pressure made his clenched fists begin to sweat slightly.
Li Luo stood aside, watching the unfolding scene in shock. His lips moved slightly as if wanting to say something, but when the mysterious man's gaze swept over him with a hint of warning, he immediately fell silent.
The crowd around the Ring began to murmur softly, with someone recognizing the figure of the man and whispering, "Isn't that the guy who hits the Sandbag every morning? Who is he?"
"It looks like he's quite skilled... that last move was barely visible."
Mark stood beside the Ring, coldly surveying the tall man, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. His fingers flexed slightly, and the Gloves glinted faintly under the lights. He didn’t say a word; his actions spoke volumes: he would be the one to end this fight.
The lights in the Ring brightened again, clearly illuminating the two men about to face off. The tall man's figure appeared particularly imposing as he stood in the center of the Ring, his arm muscles taut like a beast ready to pounce. A smug smile graced his face, his lips curling upward, exuding confidence and challenge.
Across from him stood a mysterious man with dark skin, who appeared remarkably calm. Though not as tall or robust as his opponent, every inch of his muscles was well-defined, radiating strength and explosiveness. He stood in a corner, head lowered, slowly flexing his fingers; his gloved hands clenched and relaxed with deliberate ease. With his hood now removed, his deep-set eyes scanned his opponent without a trace of unnecessary emotion—only calmness and focus.
On the sidelines, Li Luo sat on a chair by the Ring, panting heavily as he fixed his gaze on the man in the arena. Memories flooded back of countless times he had brushed past this individual. Each time he visited the Boxing Gym, this man was always in a corner, diligently practicing against the Sandbag, seemingly out of sync with the surrounding noise. They had never exchanged words, but at this moment, Li Luo realized that perhaps hidden within that silence lay immense power.
The crowd erupted into excitement, voices of discussion and mockery rising in waves, instantly filling the venue with an electrifying atmosphere.
"Isn't that Subobo?" someone shouted loudly, their tone laced with sarcasm. "The Fighter who wins by cheating?"
"That's him for sure!" another chimed in, sneering. "I heard he’s been suspected multiple times of using performance-enhancing drugs in professional boxing matches and even bribing opponents to throw fights... But this guy has managed to gain some fame online through all that scandal!"
"He’s so arrogant; doesn’t he always trash talk opponents before matches?" someone scoffed. "But I think he’s going down today!"
The laughter and taunts from the crowd reached Subobo's ears; he frowned slightly but quickly reverted to his usual cocky demeanor. He licked his lips with his tongue, casting a disdainful glance at the audience before locking eyes with the mysterious man across from him.
"Hey there, black guy," Subobo grinned widely, his tone dripping with provocation. "Do you know who you're up against? I'm Subobo—the legendary fighter with a perfect record of five wins! Everyone here knows my name, but you? You're nothing."
The mysterious man lifted his head, his deep gaze coldly fixed on Subobo, not responding to a single word he said. That look seemed like an invisible knife, piercing directly into Subobo's heart, making him feel a chill in an instant. His smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly put on a smug expression, raising his fist and waving it in a show of bravado towards the audience.
The referee at the edge of the ring raised his hand, cleared his throat, and announced loudly, "The match is about to begin! Both fighters retreat to their corners and prepare!"
The crowd's voices surged once more, each person fixated on the ring, eagerly anticipating this seemingly straightforward yet full of unknowns confrontation.
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