My Mysterious Life Vol.3

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Hi, I write under the pen name Laxu. I’m an author of erotic fiction. I’ve written over 20 erotic fiction stories, each one crafted with raw emotion, vivid imagination, and the intensity of real-life inspiration.

[Note: My Mysterious Life  is not a errotic Story it is a Billionare/Martial arts   story]

My stories are deeply influenced by the people, moments, and experiences that surround me. I observe, I feel, and then I write. Whether it’s a fleeting glance between strangers, the tension in a silent room, or the unspoken desires that often go unnoticed—I take those moments and give them life on the page. My imagination is the bridge between what is seen and what is hidden beneath the surface.

I write in English, and I believe in keeping my language direct yet artistic—where every sentence serves a purpose, and every scene carries weight. My goal is to make readers feel every touch, every whisper, and every emotion that my characters go through. I want them to lose themselves in the world I create, even if just for a few chapters.

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Chapter-151

After struggling for a while. Otto gradually regained consciousness. Since he’d fallen

face–first. he had lost his front teeth, contributing even further to his disheveled

appearance.

 “What happened?” He shook his head, confusion lining his features. He remembered

the surge of power he felt as he reveled in his mastery barely seconds ago before

weakness seized him, and he found himself lying on the floor

“Otto, you were knocked out by that guy just now!” Julie told him, her expression

strange. She’d initially thought Otto would be able to defend her–contrary to her  beliefs, the first punch found him sprawled on the floor, unconscious the next

instant.

“Knocked out?” Otto was slightly taken aback. He touched his throbbing face, an

argument bursting forth.

Fuck that! I must have slipped and lost my balance. That brat would never have been

able to hurt me otherwise!” His declaration elicited a flurry of nods through the

crowd.

“That’s right! With Otto’s strength, it would’ve been beyond effortless for him to take

that guy down. If it hadn’t been for a moment of carelessness on his part, how else

could that guy manage to sneak in an attack?”

“Exactly! Otto must’ve been careless and didn’t dodge it on time!”

Otto’s strengths and skills were common knowledge among them all. After more than

a decade of professional kickboxing training and championship titles under his belt,

his capabilities were unquestionable. If it hadn’t been for him underestimating the

opponent, he would never have been taken down in just one move.

“Oh, just admit that you lost and move on. What’s the use in trying to make all sorts

of excuses for yourself? With your mediocre martial arts skills, you wouldn’t even be

able to hold your own against Dustin even if he only used one hand.” Ruth rolled her

eyes.

She’d never seen anyone so shameless–his defiance and feigned bravado despite

having been taken down squarely by the opponent irked her to no end.

“Hey! Don’t talk to me like that!” Otto glared in response. “People make mistakes.

Hell, even the strongest horses stumble. Do you think that little brat is impressive?

Do you think he’s better than me? Fine! Let him fight me again–fair and square. I, for

one, am interested in seeing what he’s capable of.”

“What he said! If you have the guts, let Rhys fight Otto in the battle ring and see

who’s the real man!” Julie and the others chimed in.

At the end of the day, all of them were convinced that Dustin had only won out of

sheer luck. When it came to strength and pure skill, Otto reigned superior.

“What? Do you not have the guts to face me like a man?”

The longer Dustin remained silent, the more arrogant Otto became. “I knew it! That

brat had always been all talk and no show. He would never be able to stand up to the

challenge!”

 

 “He only knows how to attack when someone’s back is turned. He’s evidently too

much of a coward to fight head–on. Guess that’s the most people like him can ever

achieve anyway.”

Disdain took over the room instantly. Any surprise they’d initially felt was soon

replaced by contempt. To them. Dustin’s reluctance to rise to Otto’s challenge was

the greatest sign of his quilt.

“Look! The Harmons are here!” someone exclaimed out of nowhere. The rest of them

followed the direction of their gaze, only to behold a group led by Natasha entering

from the passageway on the left.

The King of Kicks, Mr. Wangley, Stephan, Jessica, and Quentin, among others, were

present as well.

“No way! I didn’t think they’d bring Mr. Chapman along today. Now that they did, they

must be determined to win!” Otto’s face was a picture of surprise when he caught

sight of Stephan in the crowd.

“Who’s Mr. Chapman? Is he a good fighter?” Julie asked tentatively.

“He is much more than that,” Otto began. “Mr. Chapman is the best of the best. He’s

one of the best among The Hundred Immortals–skill–wise, it’s hard to find someone

in Swinton who can rival his abilities!”

“The best among The Hundred Immortals? No wonder his aura stands out! The way he

carries himself is truly remarkable.” A group of disciples watched Stephan make his

entrance fervently, their eyes gleaming with respect.

After all, anyone who could make it into The Hundred Immortals demanded every

shred of respect they could possibly offer.

Otto, do you know Mr. Chapman?” Julie asked with interest. It was, undoubtedly, an

honor to be acquainted with such a renowned master of martial arts in Swinton.

 

“Do I know him? I don’t just know him–I had the privilege to learn a few tricks from

him, and I’m still reaping the benefits from his invaluable lessons today!” Otto’s voice

dripped with pride.

“Of course you did! To have learned from Mr. Chapman is such an incredible

achievement in itself. I envy you!”

“No wonder you fight so well, Otto. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, indeed!”

The praises lavished upon him made Otto feel rather high and mighty. As they were

still engaged in conversation, Stephan walked over suddenly.

“Otto! Here comes Mr. Chapman! He seems to be walking toward you!” Julie said with

excitement.

“Quick! Prepare to welcome Mr. Chapman properly!” Otto’s face lit up. He adjusted his

clothes hastily and went up to Stephan with the rest of his followers.

“Mr. Chap-” he began fawningly. Unexpectedly, Stephan barely spared him a single

glance. Instead, he sidestepped him and, under the watchful and somewhat

astonished gaze of the bewildered group, the renowned master walked up to Dustin,

raised his arms in the universal gesture of respect, and intoned gravely, “Greetings,

Mr. Rhys-“

“Mr. Rhys?”

 Otto and his company were entirely dumbfounded by Stephan’s display of respect

toward Dustin. Never in their wildest dreams had they ever anticipated the renowned

Mr. Chapman to have come forward specifically for Dustin, let alone greet him with

such reverence. What was happening?

“Mr. Chapman, it’s been a while. Your abilities seem to have improved.” A quick

glance from Dustin drew his attention to the differences he spotted in the other man

almost at once.

“It’s all thanks to the Gemiphen you gave me, of course. Not only did it heal my internal injuries, it gave me ample power to have a small breakthrough.” Stephan’s

face was filled with gratitude.

“Really? I suppose congratulations are in order, then.” Dustin smiled faintly.

“Mr. Rhys, where you’re sitting now doesn’t seem befitting for your status. How about

we head over to the reserved seats for the Harmon family?” Stephan gestured with

one hand, still courteous as ever.

“Very well. This place is infested with flies anyway. I’d rather sit amidst humans–less

tiresome.” Dustin nodded, not refusing the offer. Just as they prepared to leave, Otto

couldn’t help but speak up. “Mr. Chapman-”

“What?” Stephan turned, his expression cold. The way he treated Otto was the

complete opposite of when he’d been conversing with Dustin earlier.

“Mr. Chapman, I’m Otto Marsh. We met before, and you gave me a few pointers too.”

Otto attempted to turn the situation in his favor.

   

“I’ve given pointers to a lot of people. As for you–I have no recollection at all.”

Stephan left after replying dismissively. Otto stood paralyzed, awkwardness creeping

up his features. To have boasted for so long only to be brutally rejected was

humiliating beyond words.

“Who’s that little brat anyway? How could he turn out to be acquainted with Mr.

Chapman?” someone asked.

“He looks like a pretty boy taken in by Ms. Harmon. If it hadn’t been for his

relationship with the Harmons, Mr.Chapman would never stoop down to this level

otherwise, let alone treat someone like him so respectfully!” Julie said indignantly.

“After all that fuss, he turns out to be nothing but a leech, basking in the glory of the

Harmon family. To think that I, for a second, genuinely believed him to be someone

important!” Otto released a sigh of relief, though his expression was contemptuous.

 There was no glory in depending on women to climb the ranks. A real man depended

on no one else but himself and his own strength!

“Finally, Come sit.” As Natasha caught sight of Dustin, she immediately patted the

seat next to herself, signaling for him to sit.

Dustin didn’t hesitate either. He gracefully took his seat and said, “Boulderthorn is well–prepared this time. I advise you to be more cautious.” Natasha had yet to reply

when Quentin, who was sitting beside her, scoffed. “Don’t worry about it. With the

King of Kicks on our side, victory is guaranteed to be ours!”

“If that is indeed the situation, I suppose it couldn’t be more perfect, then.” Dustin

smiled lightly and said No more. Amid the low hum of conversation, another group

emerged from the right passageway. At their very front was a man about thirty years

of age, clad in white. The man’s eyebrows were sharp, his demeanor commanding

along with those strongly piercing eyes. The crowd parted around him easily, allowing

his presence to stand out with minimal effort.

This man was the principal disciple of Mr. Williams, Maximus Kane. Behind him, Brody

Williams and his tropes followed as well. As soon as the two sides met, tensions rose

immediately.

“Ms. Harmon, I admire your courage to rise to my challenge, but today, victory

belongs to none other than Boulderthorn!” Brody was the first to speak.

 

 

“Words are futile. Prove it to me with your actions if you really believe so.” Natasha

returned indifferently.

“I will! Today’s fight will be something else–there shall be no limits on the number of

rounds and participants. The last person standing in the battle ring is the victor. How

does that sound?”

“I have no objections to that.” Natasha nodded. In order to make it count, they had to

make the other party submit to them wholeheartedly. Upon reaching an agreement,

both sides began their preparations. Shortly after, the first match commenced.

Boulderthorn was the first to mount the ring. Their first contestant was an

exceedingly heavyset beast of a man. Every step he took sent shudders down the

loosely–hanging flesh on his body.

The sight of him was rather comical, to say the least. When he climbed up the battle

ring and took his position, he even held the leg of roasted mutton in one hand. his

teeth tearing into the meat voraciously.

Chapter-152

“What’s going on with Boulderthorn? Why would they send that chunkster on stage?

With his physique, he’ll be out of breath after taking just a few steps–can he even

handle the Battle Royale?” Quentin scoffed.

 “Don’t underestimate the opponent. Since Boulderthom dares send him into the

ring, he must have some extraordinary qualities that could potentially push the tide

in their favor. Which one of you wants to go first?” Natasha asked the three of them.

“Ms. Harmon, let me handle the first round.” Stephan stood and strode into the battle

ring.

Among the three of them, his strength appeared to be the weakest. Because of that, it

was only natural that he took the lead. After all, if he could secure their victory in the

first match, he might as well have laid the foundation for their eventual win,

“Dustin, who do you think would win? Ruth asked curiously.

“It’s hard to tell. The chunkster looks peculiar enough, but if Mr. Chapman can find

his weaknesses and attack. focally, he might still stand a chance.” Dustin analyzed.

“Hmph! That’s so close–minded!” Quentin pursed his lips. “What right does he have to

fight against Mr. Chapman? A few rounds of simply running around, and he’ll be as

good as dead!”

Dustin did not argue against that. Instead, he fixed his gaze on the battle ring,

seemingly deep in thought. Meanwhile, in the battle ring, both parties prepared

themselves as the referee mounted the stage.

 

“There are no rules in this ring. Live or die–that’s on you. Surrendering, severe

injuries, death, or being thrown out of the ring will result in a loss of said round. Do

the both of you understand?”

The referee threw his hands down as soon as the two contestants nodded.

“Let the games begin!” With a frenzied shout, the atmosphere around the ring

instantly surged to a new peak.

“I’ve long heard about the many talents cultivated under the lead of Mr. Williams. I’m

honored to be able to witness them with my own eyes today!”

After a firm salute, Stephan took a step forward and launched his first attack. The

strategy he elected was to take control of the fight and exhaust his opponent. As the

man’s physique was beyond massive, his strength was apparent. Direct attacks were not a smart option if he wanted to last in the ring.

To be on the safe side, he had to fully leverage the advantages of his lightweight

body and the subsequent agileness it inevitably brought him.

Stephan inched closer toward his opponent but did not launch a frontal attack.

Instead, he rounded to the back of the chunkster and slapped him on the back.

A crisp slap rang out, but the chunkster stood unmoving. Throughout his body, his

flesh rippled and trembled shudderingly. The force brought down by Stephan’s palm

had been completely dissipated by the violent shudders of flesh, leaving the man

completely unaffected by its magnitude.

“So, this is what it is then?” Stephan’s gaze narrowed, but he didn’t stop. He delivered

two more sharp, consecutive slaps–one to the chunkster’s waist, the other to his

back. Both of them landed on spots that should’ve been vulnerable had it not been

for the protection of his voluminous flesh and body fat that shielded him from even

remotely sensing the impact of Stephan’s punches.

Contrary to what Stephan expected, his opponent paid him no heed despite his

efforts to garner his attention. From the start, he simply chewed on the roasted

mutton leg he held in one hand, completely disregarding Stephan’s presence.

Stephan was beginning to get mad. His palms transformed into brutal fists that

pounded wildly from top to bottom in rapid succession. The series of punches he

launched after that was almost crazed and merciless. and yet the chunkster

continued devouring the mutton leg with the fervor of a famished man.

Stephan’s pride, having suffered the fall it did, transmuted into wild fury. As his rage

suffused him, he delivered a swift kick to the mutton in the chunkster’s hands and

watched with satisfaction as the man turned to him. stunned at first.

 

Then, a roar followed as he charged toward Stephan with astonishing speed, his

actions reminiscent of a distraught bear.

 A moment of carelessness had him colliding head–on with the chunkster’s advance–

his body air–bound the next moment and his gut churning.

Midair, the chunkster’s head struck him squarely in the chest, sending him flying even

further, a mouthful of bright–red blood spilling from his lips.

Before he knew it, he was already on the ground, thrown out of the battle ring before he’d even gotten the chance to retaliate.

“How could this happen? Mr. Chapman lost?” Quentin’s face was slack with shock as

he beheld Stephan’s injuries and the blood he was still coughing up as a result of the

man’s attack. He’d never anticipated the strength the chunkster had shown–not even

Mr. Chapman could rival that kind of power.

 “Who is that chunkster? Not even Mr. Chapman could break through his defenses-

Natasha’s face grew serious. She was well aware of the extent of Stephan’s

capabilities. He was a martial artist who specialized in harnessing the body’s internal

energy, and his punches were enough to break through the store.

And yet, for someone of his expertise to have not been able to impact the other man

in the slightest–it was evident that his opponent would not be easily defeated by

ordinary means alone.

“If I’m not mistaken, he’s Mr. Williams‘ second disciple. They call him Rotund Tiger.”

Mr. Wangley stroked his beard and said nonchalantly. “This person might seem

simple–minded, but the talent he possesses when it comes to martial arts is

extraordinary. His body is capable of both attack and defense- it’s tough yet flexible.

It’s very difficult for someone unfamiliar with his fighting style to take him on

successfully.”

“Mr. Wangley, can you take him on?” Natasha asked in return.

“I can’t guarantee a win, but I think I have an eighty to ninety percent chance of

holding my own against him.” Mr. Wangley’s tone was proud.

“Good. Please do your best then, Mr. Wangley.” Natasha nodded imperceptibly.

“Mr. Wangley, the man’s weakness lies on the crown of his head. If you time your

attacks well and seize the opportunity when it presents itself, you might be able to

take him down in one strike!” Dustin spoke up suddenly.

It’d only taken him a single round to discern the opponent’s vulnerable spots. If they

wanted to win, it was crucial to strike where the opponent was the weakest–not only

would that ensure an easy win, but it would also further guarantee their overall

victory.

“What? Are you trying to tell me what to do?” Mr. Wangley peered at Dustin out of the

corner of his eye, his tone displeased.

“I’m just offering a friendly reminder.”

“A reminder? Do I look like I need your reminders? Mr. Wangley sneered. “Who do you

think you are, boy? What right do you have to tell me how to take this man down? Do

you think you’re stronger than me?”

“Dustin! Shut your mouth if you don’t know what you’re talking about. Does Mr.

Wangley look like he needs your advice to win? Really, it’s about time someone put

you in your place for a change!” Quentin was equally impatient.

“If you don’t believe me, it’s your call. Forget it, then.” Dustin shrugged. There was no

point in trying to reason with them anyway. He’d only thought to offer a suggestion

out of pure goodwill. Since none of them appreciated it, he wouldn’t scramble to

make them listen, either.

‘Little brat! Keep your eyes wide open and look at how it really is done!” Mr. Wangley

turned and sprang away. leaving Dustin with those words. The older man scared into

the battle ring like a proud eagle, landing steadily amid the feverish applause from

the audience.

Someone whistled, raucous cheers erupting all over in response to Mr. Wangley’s

elegant move. The chunkster, however, paid him no attention. He picked up the fallen

mutton leg and continued devouring it vehemently.

“Young man, that Adamantine Shield of yours is undeniably impressive, but

unfortunately, you’re faced with me tonight. It is only fate for you to end up as my

stepping stone!” Mr. Wangley placed both hands behind his back, arrogance

permeating his features.

“Chunkster! Knock this old man out of the ring, and I’ll treat you to a whole roasted

lamb in return!” Brody shouted from the audience.

“Lamb… lamb!”

The chunkster’s eyes lit up as he turned to Mr. Wangley. At present, it was not a

renowned fighter who stood. before him but the promise of a fragrant, whole roasted

lamb.

“Defeat you eat lamb!” He struggled to utter a few words from his limited vocabulary

before launching his first attack. With a stomp, the chunkster charged toward Mr.

Wangley like the sputtering engine of a car, violently aiming for a collision.

 

 

“Ineffectual amateur!” Mr. Wangley flexed his soles and sprang, landing not a moment

later on the chunkster’s back. Then, without pausing, he extended his fingers and

struck the pressure points present on the chunkster’s back relentlessly.

The chunkster stumbled along with Mr. Wangley’s momentum. He swayed, seconds

away from losing his balance.

 “Lamb! Meat!” The chunkster was growing impatient now. His assault became crazed

and frantic, but Mr. Wangley was smart enough not to meet them head–on. Instead,

he ducked agilely, launching a few sneak attacks here and there as he egged his

opponent on.

When it came to manipulating the pressure points of his opponent to turn the

situation in his favor, he was, no doubt, an expert.

He believed that no matter how strong the chunkster’s defenses were, he could

effectively target his pressure points and bring him down, once and for all! At the end

of the day, those were the points he believed to be the chunkster’s weaknesses.

His idea was undeniably a good one, but as time passed, Mr. Wangley couldn’t help

but feel that something was off.

Because of the chunkster’s build, his defenses were different from the patterns

exhibited by the usual adamantine shields wielded by the opponents he’d faced in

the past.

The lat on his body was key in dissipating the impact of his attempted attacks. As for

the pressure points he’d been targeting all this while, they only proved to be mildly

effective for a short period of time before fully recovering shortly after, rendering

most of his strikes ineffective.

After their long–long-withstanding struggle, the chunkster appeared to be spirited

while Mr. Wangley seemed more out of breath than ever. The consumption of energy

after channeling the internal energy he possessed drained him to the core.

“This is impossible!” Mr. Wangley exclaimed inwardly, his brow knitted. The

chunkster’s appearance was unremarkable, but he was extremely tenacious.

“Mr. Wangley! Try targeting the crown of his head! That’s where his weakness lies!”

Natasha’s voice rang out from the audience.

No one believed Dustin but her.

“That brat speaks nothing but nonsense! He’s just trying to disrupt the state of my

mind!” Mr. Wangley’s expression was icy.

Not even he could identify the chunkster’s weaknesses, let alone someone whose

name he hadn’t even heard of in his entire life. He was not about to believe his words

just like that.

“I need to finish this soon! And quickly!” His stamina was swiftly waning, and he

couldn’t afford to waste any more time.

Mr. Wangley threw himself forward boldly, targeting a punch toward the chunkster’s

throat. That area had the least amount of flesh–it must be his opponent’s weakest

spot.

If it landed where he intended to, the subsequent effects would be extraordinary.

“Gotcha!” The chunkster grinned as he grabbed ahold of Mr. Wangley’s wrist.

“Shit-“Mr. Wangley’s expression changed as the magnitude of the situation he was

caught in dawned upon him. He was about to pull back, only to realize he couldn’t

break free.

“Up you go!” The chunkster bellowed and tossed Mr. Wangley up in the air, spinning

him around. About ten rounds or so later, he swatted the old man like a fly and sent

him crashing to the ground. A loud boom reverberated around the arena, shaking it

momentarily.

Mr. Wangley coughed up blood as he convulsed on the ground before stilling

completely. He was severely injured, rendered motionless by the impact of his fall.

That plummet must have also broken a great number of his bones.

“Mr. Wangley!” Quentin stood up immediately. Shock and, inexplicably, fear had taken

hold of his features.

When he’d watched Mr. Wangley’s attempts to take control of the situation earlier, he

thought victory was theirs at long last. Never in his wildest dreams would he imagine

the tides to turn on them.

   “Quick! Get a doctor over here!” Natasha’s expression was stem as she ordered

someone to lift Mr. Wangley off the ground.

“Even Mr. Wangley lost to this chunkster, Could he actually be invincible?” Ruth’s

brows were perpetually furrowed, worry evident on her face. The situation was far

from optimistic after losing two rounds in a row.

 

 

“Another great master from the Harmons has fallen. Looks like their loss today is

inevitable! Otto shook his head.

“Exactly! Competing against Boulderthorn today was a surefire way to bring disgrace

upon themselves. Not even the Harmons could emerge victorious against an

opponent this powerful!” Julie grinned gleefully.

After knowing that Dustin had connections with the Harmon family, she couldn’t help

but take pleasure in the misfortune of said family.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” Suddenly, a man spoke up from beside them. “I

heard the Harmons still have their biggest trump card to turn this around!”

“What trump card?” Otto asked tentatively.

“This trump card of theirs is none other than the warrior ranked ninth among the

Hundred Immortals, the King of Kicks!”

Chapter-153

“The King of Kicks?”

 “The one ranked ninth on The Hundred Immortals?”

 Everyone looked astonished upon hearing the mention. They had clearly heard of

the King of Kicks–those who ranked on The Hundred Immortals were extraordinary

talents, not to mention the legends who made it into the top ten!

A powerful man like the King of Kicks would command respect anywhere he went. His

presence at their unremarkable guild was akin to an attack from a higher level. Not

even the Boulderthorn disciples could overshine him.

“Wow! I’m surprised that the Harmons have hired the King of Kicks! They are indeed

wealthy!”

“With the King of Kicks around, the Harmons are definitely winning the battle.”

   “He can take on every single opponent at the scene with his capability!”

After the initial shock, the spectators started to anticipate the fight. After today, they

could boast that they had witnessed the King of Kicks in action.

“Ms. Harmon, your martial artists seem weak. Why don’t you send the top gun?” Brody

challenged her with a sneer. Winning two consecutive rounds boosted his confidence.

“Sir Cavaliere, I’ll bank on you.” Natasha looked at the hawk–nosed elder.

“Hmph! Didn’t I tell you not to waste your time? What are those two good–for–

nothings doing here?” The man appeared disdainful. His remark upset Stephan and

Mr. Wangley, who were being treated for their injuries on the side. Still, they dared

not talk back to him.

“Sir Cavaliere, you’re right. These two aren’t at the same level as you. They’re just

here to fill up the quota,” Quentin quickly sucked up to the King of Kicks..

“Please, Sir Cavaliere.” Natasha, refusing to engage in more talk, gestured toward the

battle ring.

“Sure! Since I’m paid to do this, I’ll walk around the ring!” He smiled and marched

right into the ring. His appearance led to a huge commotion among the audience.

“Fuck! It’s truly the King of Kicks! Am I dreaming?”

“That’s unexpected! The Harmons must have spent a fortune to get him here!”

“When you have one of the top ten from The Hundred Immortals in the ring, it’s

practically a massacre, isn’t it?”

“I thought the Harmons were going to lose! But the tables have turned!” The

atmosphere in the guild reached a climax due to the presence of the King of Kicks.

“Although this has cost us a fortune, it is worth it solely for the shock factor. The

corner of Jessica’s lips curled into a rare smile.

“That’s true! Once the King of Kicks defeats the lineup from Mr. Williams‘ side, no one

will look for trouble with us anymore!” Quentin concurred with a nod.

“Too bad the King of Kicks is an egotistical lone wolf. We can’t work with him for

long.” Natasha shook her head regretfully.

   “Oh, what do you know? Legends are special and act in their own ways. That’s why

they’re different from us!” Quentin sounded like a know–it–and was promptly ignored

by Natasha.

“Silence!” The hawk–nosed elder pressed on the floor of the ring. When the audience

quieted, he announced, “I have caught the flu and felt sick today. Therefore, I shall

surrender and forfeit the battle today!” Chaos erupted among the audience.

 “What? Is he surrendering?”

“That can’t be! He’s the King of Kicks and ninth on The Hundred Immortals. How could

he give up because of the flu?”

“Fuck! That’s no surrender. He’s doing it on purpose!”

The audience was stunned and confused as they didn’t expect the King of Kicks to act

in such a way. After going into the ring, he surrendered before the battle. What was

that? Was there some shady deal going on?

“What’s wrong? Why did he surrender?” Jessica and her group exchanged astonished

glances. The King of Kicks had received the payment but surrendered before he

rendered his services. He had crossed a line!

“Did he switch sides at the last minute?” Dustin narrowed his eyes, looking hostile. He

had not expected the King of Kicks to pull off that trick.

“Sir Cavaliere! What was that?” Natasha shot up from her seat, looking frosty. The

whole reason she accepted the invitation to the battle was because she had him as

an ace card. His unexpected behavior had messed up her plans.

“Ms. Harmon, you paid me to join the battle, but you did not specify that I have to

win. Isn’t it a normal thing to fall sick and give up on the battle?” He flashed a half

smile at her.

*Sir! You are a respected senior in the martial arts world! Aren’t you worried you’d be

the butt of the jokes if you flip–flopped on your promises?” Natasha chided him.

“The butt of jokes? I am an honorable and upright man. No one dares to joke about

me.” His eyes swept across the area, and those who felt his gaze quickly lowered their

heads in deference.

“Sir Cavaliere, I believe I have treated you generously. Why would you do this?” She

furrowed her brow. At that moment, she was no longer oblivious to the fact that she

had been fooled. The King of Kicks agreed to join the battle, only to surrender at a

critical moment, catching her off–guard. It was a cruel and raw betrayal!

   “Ms. Harmon, I do not see the need to hide the truth from you.” The hawk–nosed old

man straightened his shirt and said to her, “I play fair, and I work for the highest

bidder. This time around, someone has offered me a higher price. So, I can’t help you

out. Of course, I can reconsider my decision if you’re willing to bid for my service at a

higher price.”

“Are you marking up the price now?” There was a wintry look in Natasha’s attractive

eyes.

“Since this is a transaction, it’s only normal to mark up prices at the last minute.” He

showed no guilt in his DUT behavior.

“You’re shameless!” She sneered, feeling aghast at the rotten character of the King of

Kicks she had painstakingly hired.

“Ms. Harmon, if you refuse to offer a higher price, I shall leave the ring.” He looked

like he was about to leave.

“Wait! We’ll do it!” Jessica’s face fell apart, and she immediately stopped him. If the

King of Kicks surrendered, the Harmons would lose the battle without a doubt! They

had to accept the fact, even if he had demanded more money at the eleventh hour.

 “I’m sorry. Your reply comes too late.” He sneered at them and walked up to the

Boulderthorn guild gang in front of everyone. The Harmons instantly paled upon

witnessing that.

The Harmons were shocked that the handsomely–paid King of Kicks had tricked them

instead of lending them a helping hand. At that moment, they were lost and helpless.

   

Meanwhile, the boulderthorn guild was all smiles, a stark contrast to the anger and

indignation on the Harmons‘ end.

 “Hahaha Ms. Harmon, your family has lost three rounds. Anyone else wants to get

into the ring? If not, we’ll declare victory!” Brody laughed insolently. Very few knew

the fact that the King of Kicks was a good friend of Mr. Williams. The betrayal was part

of his plan as well. That would force the Harmons into a corner!

 

 

“Oh no! Are the Harmons leaving in defeat?”

“I was looking forward to a great battle tonight. Who knew we’d witness such a

botched situation!”

“At the end of the day, the Harmons have fallen into a trap. The King of Kicks that

they wasted the effort on recruiting turns out to be a rat from the Boulderthorn

guild!”

“Might is right! There’s no point arguing over this. The Harmons are destined to lose!”

There was a lot of gossip surrounding the sharp turn of events. People were shocked

and sympathetic; some were even gleeful at the disaster.

“Natasha, your King of Kicks is a sham! What do we do now? Do we take the defeat?”

Quentin put on an odd and critical look.

Natasha bit her lips but said nothing. The situation had unfolded beyond her control,

and she wondered if there was anyone who could save the day.

“Ms. Harmon, is anyone from your side going into the ring? Just admit defeat if you

have no one else to send. Stop wasting time,” Brody challenged her again.

“Yeah! Just admit defeat! Don’t waste our time!” Those from the Boulderthorn guild

chanted, and the Harmons had nothing to say in return, only upset looks on their

faces.

 “I’ll go!” A voice boomed and echoed in the guild. Everyone looked at the handsome

man who emerged from the crowd. It was Dustin Rhys!

“Huh?” The audience standing beside him was puzzled.

“Rhys! Are you kidding? The audacity to join the battle!” Quentin was taken aback

before sniggering as he gave Dustin a look of disbelief.

“Dustin, stop fooling around! Even Mr. Wangsley and the rest were no match for the

Boulderthorn guild. What can you do up there? Losing your life?” Jessica rebuked, but

she was more concerned about the reputation of the Harmons than Dustin’s safety. If

he lost the battle, the Harmon family’s reputation would suffer.

“Dustin, you don’t have to take the risk. If they want our stocks, we’ll give it to them.”

Natasha was worried for her man. No amount of stocks or benefits was worth risking

his life for.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.” He smiled. “I will not offer them our stocks, and I’ll save our

reputation!” With that, he marched into the ring. He wasn’t planning on getting

involved, but he was forced to do so after the King of Kicks switched sides at the last

minute.

“Sis, do you not want to stop him?” Ruth was a little concerned.

“He’s not a reckless man. If he’s fine with joining the battle, he must be confident in

his chances of winning.” Natasha put on a brave face, but her eyes betrayed her

worry. However, she had no choice but to trust him unconditionally in such a critical

time.

“Kiddo, you must be on a suicide mission! How dare you come into the ring?” Brody

laughed like a maniac and stared at Dustin like he was looking at a dead man. He had

been thinking hard about getting revenge against Dustin, but Dustin made it easy for

him.

“Who is that?” Maximus questioned.

 “Max, that’s the inventor of Immortunol. He was the one who slapped me this

morning.” Brody explained.

 

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“Oh, it’s him.”

 Maximus smiled coolly. “It’s really gutsy of a physician to join the battle. Looks like

the Harmons have run out of candidates.”

 Dustin’s appearance came as a shock to the members of the Boulderthorn guild as

well as Julie and her group.

“Is he crazy? He can’t even beat me. What makes him think he’s capable of fighting

the Boulderthorn masters? to Marsh was dumbfounded by Dustin’s decision. Even Mr.

Chapman was beaten to a pulp in the ring. Where did a weakling like Dustin get the

courage to enter the ring?

“Hmph! He still wants to show off at this point in time. That’s just courting death.”

Julie chuckled gleefully. She looked forward to Dustin being beaten up badly onstage.

 

 

“You’re damn right! Even Otto knows better than to show off at this serious event.

That dude is on a suicide mission!” The group of youngsters scoffed at Dustin, whom

they believed was an attention–seeker. An average person should never get involved

in the battle of the masters, for a tiny slip–up could cost one’s life.

“Young man, are you sure you’d like to fight on behalf of the Harmon family? The

hawk–nosed elder suddenly questioned in a threatening voice. Everyone in the guild

 could hear him well, even though he wasn’t speaking loudly. The elder had made it

clear that anyone who represented the Harmons would be his enemy.

“Well, at least I’m not as shameless as those who took the money but refused to

make good on their promise and even stabbed others in the back!” Dustin taunted

him mercilessly. “Even dogs are thankful to the hand that feeds them. I guess that

somebody is worse than an animal.”

The audience gasped and murmured upon hearing the remark. They were already

startled when Dustin went on the stage, but they were once again shocked by his

audacity to mock the King of Kicks in public. Was Dustin Rhys playing with fire?

“You punk! Do you even hear what you’re saying?” The old man’s expression

crumbled.

 “Why? Can’t stand being criticized for your actions? You’re just a greedy, dishonest,

and ungrateful bastard, aren’t you?” Dustin jeered at him.

“You have a death wish!” The old man stared coldly at Dustin, but he was stopped by

Maximus before he could make a move. “Sir Cavaliere, we cannot break the rules of

the battle. You should leave any personal grudges for post–battle.”

“You punk! I sure hope you survive!” The hawk–nosed old man scoffed and

begrudgingly took his seat.

“Sir Cavaliere, calm down. That punk is certainly going to be dead today.” Brody

cackled and yelled in the direction of the ring. “Chunkster, smash him! I’ll give you

two more mutton legs if you cripple him!”

“Mutton leg! Mutton leg!” Chunkster giggled, his eyes shining bright when he stared at

Dustin, Before the referee even officiated the match, he had hurled himself toward

Dustin at high speed and with explosive energy like an invincible human tank.

Compared to Chunkster, Dustin was as thin as a rail.

“That punk is going to die! Not even Mr. Chapman could beat Chunkster. Dustin Rhys

is going to be minced meat in the ring.” Otto chuckled with anticipation.

“He deserves it for being a show–off.” Julie crossed her arms on her chest and waited

for ill fate to befall Dustin.

Just when everyone thought that it was a David and Goliath battle with a clear winner,

Dustin suddenly made a move. He kicked against the ground and launched himself

forward like an agile serpent. When he was near Chunkster, he quickly leaped into

the air, tapping his index and middle fingers on the Meridian point on top of

Chunkster’s head with precision.

With a grunt. Chunkster immediately blacked out in the ring. Due to the momentum,

his ball–like figure accelerated for a good ten feet before coming to a stop and

dropping off the platform with a thud. The audience watched on, their jaws dropping

on the floor.

“What the fuck? Has the battle ended?”  

 The audience in the guild stared at Chunkster, who was lying flat on the ground

lifelessly. They looked at each other in disbelief. At first, they thought that Dustin

would never win, but the battle ended with a huge twist. More importantly, Dustin

had only made one move throughout the battle, which was terrifying, to say the least.

 “Fuck! That dude won? What happened?” Otto’s eyes widened, and he looked

incredulous. Dustin Rhys beat Chunkster, who had defeated Mr. Chapman. Would that

mean Dustin was more powerful than Mr. Chapman?  

“I–impossible! That guy must have pulled some tricks. Why else could he win without

breaking a sweat?” Julie vehemently shook her head, refusing to accept the outcome.

“What happened just now? Why did Chunkster collapse after the touch?” Brody was

confounded. Chuckster’s defense should have been impenetrable for most, except for

Maximus and the King of Kicks. What trick did Dustin pull to win?

“He’s quite something. He found Chunkster’s weakness in no time.” Maximus

narrowed his eyes and appeared quite taken aback. The others might be oblivious to

the strategy behind the move, but Maximus knew that Dustin had found Chunkster’s

weakness and focused his attack on it, which resulted in the surprise victory.

“No wonder he was so confident. He came prepared.” The hawk–nosed old man

scoffed. He would have acknowledged Dustin’s talent if the latter had taken down the

opponent with his skills, but the trick that Dustin pulled was cowardly.

“Hahaha! He won! Dustin, you’re awesome!” After overcoming the shock, Ruth jumped

up and down with joy.

“What’s so great about it? He had to thank Mr. Wangley and Mr. Chapman for

exhausting Chunkster. He wouldn’t have taken advantage of Chunkster otherwise.”

Quentin was a little jealous about Dustin’s win. In his opinion, Dustin merely beat the

opponent due to luck.

“Mr. Wangley, Mr. Rhys was right. Chunkster’s weakness is on the top of his head.”

Stephan, who was being. treated for his injury, shot a glance at Mr. Wangley, who

seemed embarrassed and quiet.

The unexpected victory set the crowd ablaze. Most were confused and doubtful about

Dustin’s move, but he proved that the Harmons still had a chance to fight and win.

   “Is that all the Boulderthorn disciples have to show?” Dustin stood boastfully in the

ring with a disdainful smile on his lips.

“That insolent bastard!”

“How dare you?

“This is too much!”

Upon hearing the insult, the Boulderthorn gang stood up in rage. Anyone who looked

down on their guild would be playing with fire!

“You punk! You’d better tone down your ego!” Brody angrily slapped the table and

shot up,“Quit the nonsense. If you can, take me on.” Dustin was as calm as ever as he

looked down upon those beneath him.

Right then, the hawk–nosed elder suddenly cackled menacingly. “Kiddo, did you

really think you could show off a couple of amateur moves over here?”

“If you do not believe me, come try it out for yourself.” Dustin wiggled his fingers at

the old man provocatively.

“Great! If death is what you’re after, I shall grant your wish.” The old man finally lost it

and walked up to the ring. At the sight, everyone at the scene cheered

enthusiastically.

“Great! The King of Kicks finally joins the battle!”

“How dare that dude challenge the King of Kicks? He doesn’t know his limits.”

 “Either way. He’s going to lose. At least he’d lose with glory if he is defeated by the

King of Kicks.”

“Hmph! The King of Kicks is known to be violent. He wouldn’t go easy on that kid.” The

crowd was murmuring about the scene in the ring.

Otto snickered. “Well, at least the punk will die an honorable death in the hands of the King of Kicks!”

“He’s too reckless! Did he think he could call the shots after his one lucky victory?

Facing off the King of Kicks is the same as staring at death!” Julie couldn’t resist the

touch of schadenfreude. But she admitted that Dustin had given her many surprises.

At the end of the day, she believed that he wouldn’t escape his fate of being

butchered.

“That old fart is utterly despicable! When he was repping the Harmons, he

immediately ceded the fight. Now, he’s fighting against us. He’s the ultimate

definition of shameless!” Ruth was irritated. Just when there was a sliver of hope for

the Harmons, the King of Kicks showed up to give them a blow. It was disgusting.

“There’s no point talking about that. Let’s think about what we’re going to do after

the loss.” Quentin shook his head. He obviously decided that Dustin would be

defeated.

“Hey, little punk! I’ll give you a chance to live. If you bow to me here, I’ll spare your

life!” the King of Kicks announced evilly in the ring.

“Bow to you? Are you asking me to bow to a filthy animal? You don’t deserve that.”

Dustin chortled.

“You’re a brave one. I bet you’ll only regret it when you’re staring at death!” Looking

offended, the old man took one step after another toward Dustin with an imposing

air.

An average martial artist would have cowered under the pressure, but Dustin stood

firmly on the ground. unaffected.

“To avoid accusations of bullying the young, I shall only make three moves on you. If

you successfully block all the attacks, I’ll consider you victorious,” the old man said

coldly.

“Bring it on.” Dustin gestured at him.

“The first kick is to destroy your core!” After snorting, the old man suddenly launched

the first kick. He propelled himself like an arrow projecting from the bow. He was