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The African Lion landed a solid blow, and instantly his wild aggression erupted, making his onslaught even more ferocious. His dark figure resembled a black tank, crazily charging at the big guy opposite him.

The big guy's abdomen was injured, blood flowed everywhere—it looked absolutely tragic…

Yet faced with death, he didn't dare hesitate for even a moment. He kept struggling bitterly, managing only occasional small counterattacks which failed to deal any significant harm to the African Lion.

Qu Yuancheng and Kong Er were like old rivals—especially at this moment, it seemed like they couldn't resist the urge to bicker, as though they'd feel uncomfortable otherwise.

This left Qin Fang, sitting aside as a mere spectator, looking rather helpless.

Perhaps noticing the change in Qin Fang's expression, Qu Yuancheng finally picked up on it, realizing he might have neglected his younger cousin.

"Qin Fang, who do you think will win?"

Maybe out of a sense of awkwardness, Qu Yuancheng sat down beside Qin Fang, leaning over casually with a grin to ask, as if hoping Qin Fang would agree with his assessment.

"Honestly, big brother, you might be wrong…"

But…

Qin Fang's response immediately caused Qu Yuancheng's expression to shift slightly, looking quite surprised.

"Really… Are you sure about that?"

Qu Yuancheng couldn't fully grasp the depth of his younger cousin's abilities. All he knew was that Qin Fang seemed incredibly skilled.

With miraculous medical arts, remarkable equestrian skills, and unbeatable talent with horse racing and gambling, Qin Fang's prowess had already been proven extraordinarily well.

Could Qin Fang also have some insight into boxing?

This suspicion gnawed at him, causing Qu Yuancheng to feel less certain about his own judgment, despite the fact that the African Lion was currently pummeling the Nordic Giant relentlessly.

"Eighty or ninety percent sure…"

Although Qin Fang didn't intend to strike a blow against his cousin, given the battle had progressed to this stage, his sharp eyes had already discerned the likely outcome between the two boxers.

Before the match, Qin Fang was unsure as their abilities seemed nearly evenly matched.

The brief probing exchanges didn't reveal much, but after watching their fierce clashes just moments ago, Qin Fang had arrived at a definitive conclusion.

The African Lion appeared savage and ferocious, and his strikes were brutal and decisive, yet he had one glaring flaw: his speed was far too slow, with a noticeable sluggishness accompanying each strike.

This wasn't necessarily due to the African Lion's bulky physique and slight heaviness, or perhaps it was his own neural response being slightly dull.

Such a subtle disadvantage posed no threat against weaker boxers, but against equally skilled opponents who fought intelligently, it became perilous.

From what Qin Fang could tell, the Nordic Giant was precisely that type of boxer. Though injured and clearly at a disadvantage, his strategy remained meticulous, and every move he made followed an observable pattern.

Ordinary spectators wouldn't notice any anomaly, but elite fighters could easily see that this guy was simply playing bait.

The situation on-site appeared as though the big guy was being relentlessly cornered, seemingly with no way to escape the African Lion's pursuit. Yet in reality, the distance between the two fighters was steadily shrinking.

If Qin Fang's predictions were correct, the Nordic Giant's counterattack would erupt soon, and this time, his strike would decisively determine the outcome of the match.

The African Lion was fiercely powerful, but his mind was clearly not sharp—or perhaps he was simply too absorbed in the fight to notice the Nordic Giant's subtle trickery.

"No way…"

Seeing Qin Fang's confident tone, Qu Yuancheng couldn't help but feel uneasy, although deep down he found it hard to believe. He continued watching the match with growing uncertainty.

"Younger Brother Qin, are you saying the big guy will really win?"

Kong Er leaned in, having overheard Qin Fang's words earlier. This was naturally the outcome he was rooting for, though, like Qu Yuancheng, he could find no grounds to believe in the big guy's chances.

Qu Yuancheng, on the other hand, felt deflated after hearing Qin Fang's analysis. He began to suspect that perhaps this younger cousin, whom he'd only recently met, actually possessed extraordinary insight.

"Eighty or ninety percent sure…"

Qin Fang stuck to his original answer, without elaborating further. He didn't see the need to explain since both Qu Yuancheng and Kong Er were pampered heirs—they cared only about results, not reasoning. Even if explained, they probably wouldn't understand it.

"Really? If that's true, then fantastic…"

Seeing Qin Fang's calm demeanor, Kong Er found it hard to trust but couldn't help feeling elated nonetheless—especially seeing Qu Yuancheng's dispirited expression, which brought no small amount of satisfaction.

Still, he didn't celebrate prematurely. If Qin Fang's prediction turned out to be wrong, it would be thoroughly embarrassing for him. He wasn't about to commit such a foolish error.

Thus, both Qu Yuancheng and Kong Er quieted down, focusing intently on the blood-soaked battle unfolding in the ring…

The African Lion remained ferocious, his punches heavy and vicious, raining down on the big guy who was continuously retreating. Wounds marked the big guy's body, blood staining his skin, with his abdominal injury bleeding even more profusely.

Although the African Lion wasn't the sharpest, his instincts in combat were formidable, landing punch after punch directly on vital areas or the wounded abdominal region of the Nordic Giant. Excessive bleeding was equally life-threatening.

The audience around them was electrified—fans of the African Lion cheered wildly in celebration, while supporters of the Nordic Giant roared furiously, cursing in frustration…

Meanwhile, Qin Fang and his companions presented a stark contrast to the chaotic crowd, sitting quietly and observing the fight intently, unconcerned about sticking out in the crowd.

"It's about time…"

It was only when the Nordic Giant was nearly driven to the edge of the ring, almost pressing against the steel cage, that Qin Fang quietly muttered those few words.

Short and plain, yet when Qu Yuancheng and Kong Er heard them, both straightened up slightly, their eyes glued to the ring's action, eagerly waiting for Qin Fang's judgment to be proven.

"Tear him apart, tear him apart…"

"Finish the big guy, finish the big guy…"

"Damn it, big guy, did you grow up eating crap? What's the point of being so tall…"

On the ring, the Nordic Giant and the African Lion were locked in a brutal melee. It seemed as though the Nordic Giant was at his end, about to be torn apart by the savage African Lion. The audience erupted in excitement.

Some cursed, others cheered, while more screamed their lungs out…

It was the blood-soaked mayhem that stirred the crowd's excitement, giving them a thrill so rare amidst their mundane lives!

But…

Just when everyone thought the Nordic Giant was done for, he suddenly erupted from his passive defense.

Crack-crack-crack~~

Amid the deafening shouts, faint clicking sounds could be heard as the Nordic Giant's movements suddenly snapped rhythmically into place. His hand forcefully pushed against the African Lion's body; his other fist seemed to materialize as a blurry, lightning-quick shadow aimed directly at the African Lion's exposed weak point…

The punch was astoundingly swift, and given their close quarters, the African Lion had no time to anticipate such a strike.

A long, firm arm surged forward, the powerful fist landing fiercely in the African Lion's armpit—a vulnerable spot among the body's weak points.

Even many masters of Inner Sect protective techniques like Golden Bell Shield or Iron Skin treat the armpit as their critical weak point and guard it meticulously.

The African Lion wasn't trained in Dragon Country's protective arts, but this area was nonetheless a vital weakness of his. The impact of that punch was utterly devastating.

"Ah~~~"

This sequence of events unfolded in mere moments, stunning everyone who hadn't expected such a dramatic turn.

By the time they registered what had happened, the chilling, guttural cry of pain had already pierced through the arena.

In that instant, the match scene transformed—from a deafening roar of chaos to an eerie silence—with only the African Lion's cries echoing through the space.

"What the hell just happened?"

Everyone was struck by the same thought—incredulous at how the African Lion, who seemed poised for victory, suddenly suffered a shocking reversal at the hands of the Nordic Giant.

Now the Nordic Giant moved like a changed fighter—the bleeding abdominal wound persisted, yet his capabilities appeared to have taken a complete turn from the pitiful defender he had been earlier.

Having landed a decisive first blow, the African Lion shrieked in excruciating agony, his body sagging as though all strength had drained away. However, the Nordic Giant didn't relent, following up with a ferocious uppercut aimed squarely at the African Lion's jaw…

Crack~~

The sharp sound was unusually crisp. In the arena's now unnervingly silent atmosphere, everyone heard it loud and clear.

The Nordic Giant pressed on, seizing control while the African Lion reeled in confusion. First, a dirty low kick aimed straight at the African Lion's groin landed crushingly; the latter clamped his legs together, his entire body going limp.

The Nordic Giant didn't stop—swiftly maneuvering behind his opponent, his long arm locked around the African Lion's neck, tightening fiercely before one final, brutal twist… (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Qidian.com to cast your recommendation and monthly votes. Your support keeps me motivated!)

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