Chapter 140: Challenger

Chapter 140: Chapter 140: Challenger

Chapter 140: The Challenger

"Trash!" "Trash!"

"All of you are trash!" "Such arrogance! I love it!"

"That’s Demon King Crov for you, so domineering!"

The surrounding crowd roared, the noise deafening.

"Those last few matches? That was just my warm-up. To be honest, I haven’t had nearly enough!" Crov’s gaze swept over the crowd as he announced arrogantly, "So how about this? Is anyone here interested in challenging me? If you can last ten rounds against me, I’ll give you one million US Dollars."

"Oh, did you all hear that? You just need to last ten rounds against Demon King Crov! Listen up, you don’t need to beat him. Just survive ten rounds against him, and one million US Dollars will be yours!" the referee shouted, scanning the surrounding crowd.

One million US Dollars was equivalent to several million RMB. It was by no means a small sum; it could be considered a huge fortune.

"Fight!" "Fight!" "Challenge him!"

"Fight, fight, fight!"

The crowd was in an uproar, roaring and screaming, their faces flush with excitement. But no one dared to step onto the stage to challenge him. It wasn’t hard to see why. Demon King Crov’s terrifying combat prowess was on full display, and nearly everyone present had seen it. Forget ten rounds—he could probably beat someone to death in three. Thus, as tempting as one million US Dollars was, very few people in the audience actually dared to rush the stage.

On the stage, Demon King Crov stood majestically. A smug smile spread across his stubbled face; he savored this feeling. His ferocious, brutal gaze swept across the surroundings, giving him the air of being completely invincible.

"Is no one coming up to challenge him? I’ll count down from ten! If there’s still no challenger, I will declare this Demon King Competition officially over!" the referee shouted. "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four—"

"Three!"

"Two! One!" The referee announced loudly, "Very well, I now declare this year’s Demon King Competition officially clo—"

"Wait, I’ll challenge him!"

Suddenly, a man’s voice rose from below the stage, and a figure leaped swiftly onto the platform.

In an instant, countless pairs of eyes from all around the spectator stands turned in unison to stare at the central ring below.

The man who had jumped onto the ring was two meters tall with a brutish, fleshy face and an incredibly sturdy build. Standing there, he looked like a human tank. His physique was easily on par with Demon King Crov’s, perhaps even a size larger. His weight alone looked like it could crush a man half to death.

"Alright! After all that waiting, we finally have a challenger! Anyone who dares to challenge Demon King Crov has commendable courage. I have a feeling this gentleman is no simple foe; just look at that physique! You can’t underestimate him! This could be a hidden master. I’m truly looking forward to his showdown with Crov!" the referee’s voice screeched. He then handed the microphone to the burly man. "And now, would the challenger please give us a brief self-introduction!"

"Hello everyone, my name is Matthew Tules! I’ve studied Muay Thai, Karate, and Taekwondo, and I’ve also trained in Sanda. I can integrate all of these fighting techniques seamlessly. Of course, when it comes to actually beating Demon King Crov... honestly, I don’t have much confidence. But lasting ten or so rounds against him? I’m absolutely certain I can do that. That one million US Dollars is as good as mine!" Matthew Tules boomed into the microphone.

"Fight!" "Challenge!" "Challenge!"

"Fight already!" "Hurry up and fight!"

The atmosphere in the crowd was electric. They roared and screamed, unleashing the madness and brutality hidden within their hearts.

"Haha, who would have thought! Our challenger, Mr. Matthew Tules, is quite modest! On that note, I wish him a victorious start and hope he wins that one million US Dollars! I now declare the match officially started!" After shouting, the referee quickly retreated from the ring.

In the ring, Demon King Crov and Matthew Tules stood on the left and right, facing off against each other.

As the referee announced the start, both men moved. They charged forward, their speeds roughly the same.

’This Demon King Crov doesn’t look like anything special. He’s not even bigger than me. Today might just be the day I, Matthew Tules, defeat Demon King Crov and make a name for myself!’ An ecstatic Matthew Tules raised his fist and threw a punch straight at Crov’s face. The punch whistled through the air, carrying ferocious power.

However, at that very moment, the wind from a kick howled past.

Demon King Crov’s eyes were filled with cruelty and contempt. Though his right leg moved second, it arrived first, unbelievably fast and ferocious.

BANG!

Before Matthew Tules’s fist could even land on Crov, Crov’s right leg had already slammed heavily into Matthew Tules’s forehead.

BOOM! THUD!

The whites of Matthew Tules’s eyes showed, and he foamed at the mouth. His tower-like body was kicked over, crashing heavily onto the ring and sending up a cloud of dust.

Defeated in a single blow! The entire fighting arena fell silent. A moment later, the surrounding crowd erupted into a new round of extremely loud screams and cheers.

"Crov!" "Crov!" "Crov!"

"He’s too strong!"

"That’s Demon King Crov for you! I practically worship him!"

"Crov!" "The invincible Demon King Crov!"

The crowd was in an uproar, screaming.

"My god, our Demon King Crov is just too powerful. I never would have thought that someone as strong as Matthew Tules couldn’t even withstand a single kick from him," the referee exclaimed in amazement.

The surrounding audience went completely wild. All around were deafeningly noisy screams, so loud they were utterly annoying.

"Mr. Frank, what do you think my chances of winning would be if I fought Crov?" Ye Xing suddenly asked.

"Uh, Mr. Ye Xing, you’re kidding, right?" Frank couldn’t help but stare, dumbfounded.

"Heh," Ye Xing chuckled lightly and stood up to leave his seat.

"Ye Xing, where are you going?" Alice asked in confusion from the side.

"It’s nothing. I’m in a bad mood today, and it just so happens there’s a convenient punching bag. I’m going to go blow off some steam," Ye Xing said nonchalantly. He then left his seat and walked toward the aisle.

"What does he mean by that?" Alice’s beautiful eyes were filled with confusion. She turned her head toward Frank. "Mr. Frank, what were you two whispering about just now?"

"It was nothing. Mr. Ye Xing must have been joking just now." As Frank was speaking, his eyes suddenly shot wide open. "Oh my god, what is Mr. Ye Xing doing? Has he gone mad?"

Alice couldn’t help but follow Frank’s gaze downward. Her expression changed drastically, her beautiful eyes filled with anxiety. "Ye Xing, what are you doing? Come back!"