An Understated Dominance - Chapter 237

“How could this happen? Mr. Chapman lost?” Quentin was in shock as he looked at Stephan’s injuries and the blood he was coughing up from the attack. He never expected the large man to be so strong—Mr. Chapman couldn’t match that kind of power.

“Who is that big guy? Not even Mr. Chapman could get past his defenses,” he said.

Natasha’s expression turned serious. She knew how skilled Stephan was. He was a martial artist who specialized in using internal energy, and his punches were powerful enough to break through walls. Yet, Stephan hadn’t been able to harm his opponent at all. Clearly, this man wasn’t going to be defeated easily.

“If I’m not mistaken, he’s Mr. Williams’ second disciple. They call him Rotund Tiger,” Mr. Wangley said, stroking his beard casually.

“This guy might seem simple-minded, but he has incredible talent in martial arts. His body is both tough and flexible, making it hard for anyone unfamiliar with his style to beat him.”

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

“I can’t promise a victory, but I believe I have an eighty to ninety percent chance of holding my own,” Mr. Wangley replied proudly.

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

“Mr. Wangley, the man’s weakness is the top of his head. If you time your attacks right and seize the right moment, you might take him down with one strike!” Dustin chimed in suddenly.

It had only taken him one round to spot the opponent’s vulnerable spots. If they wanted to win, it was crucial to act quickly and smartly.

Mr. Wangley was determined to strike where his opponent was weakest. This strategy would not only lead to an easy win for him but also ensure his overall victory.

“What? Are you telling me what to do?” Mr. Wangley glanced at Dustin, clearly annoyed.

“I’m just giving a friendly reminder,” Dustin replied.

“A reminder? Do I look like I need your help?” Mr. Wangley scoffed. “Who do you think you are, kid? Do you really think you’re stronger than me?”

“Dustin! Just be quiet if you don’t know what you’re talking about. Does Mr. Wangley look like he needs your advice to win? It’s about time someone put you in your place!” Quentin said, sounding just as frustrated.

“If you don’t believe me, that’s your choice,” Dustin shrugged. There was no use trying to convince them. He only meant to help, but since they didn’t appreciate it, he wouldn’t push any further.

“Little brat! Just watch and see how it’s done!” Mr. Wangley said as he turned and leapt into the battle ring, leaving Dustin behind. He landed gracefully in front of a cheering crowd, who erupted with applause.

Meanwhile, the chunkster in the audience ignored the excitement and continued to munch on a fallen mutton leg, seemingly unfazed.

“Young man, your Adamantine Shield is impressive, but tonight, you’re up against me. It’s only fate that you will become my stepping stone!” Mr. Wangley declared confidently.

Mr. Wangley stood confidently with his hands behind his back, a smug look on his face.

“Chunkster! Knock that old man out of the ring, and I’ll treat you to a whole roasted lamb!” Brody yelled from the crowd.

“Lamb… lamb!” The chunkster’s eyes brightened at the mention of food. He wasn’t just facing a fighter; he was thinking about the delicious roasted lamb.

“Defeat you, eat lamb!” he managed to say, struggling with his words before charging at Mr. Wangley like a car that wouldn’t start. He aimed for a big hit.

“Ineffective amateur!” Mr. Wangley laughed, quickly springing onto the chunkster’s back. Without missing a beat, he began to strike the pressure points on the chunkster’s back repeatedly.

The chunkster stumbled under Mr. Wangley’s quick movements, swaying and almost losing his balance.

“Lamb! Meat!” The chunkster was now impatient. He launched a wild attack, but Mr. Wangley was too clever to take it head-on. He ducked and dodged, throwing in some sneak attacks to keep his opponent off balance.

Mr. Wangley was an expert at targeting pressure points. He believed that no matter how tough the chunkster seemed, he could find a way to bring him down by hitting those weak spots.

His plan made sense, but as the fight went on, Mr. Wangley started to feel that something wasn’t quite right. The chunkster’s build was different, and his defenses were not like those of any opponent Mr. Wangley had faced before.

was already in too deep.

Chapter 237

Mr. Wangley had been struggling for a long time. The chunkster, though not impressive in appearance, was surprisingly tough. Mr. Wangley felt his energy draining as he tried to channel his internal power, leaving him exhausted.

“This is impossible!” he thought, feeling frustrated.

From the audience, Natasha called out, “Mr. Wangley! Aim for the top of his head! That’s where he’s weak!”

Mr. Wangley dismissed her advice. “That brat is just trying to confuse me!” he thought, his face hardening. He didn’t believe someone he had never met could know anything about his opponent’s weaknesses.

“I need to end this quickly!” he realized. His energy was fading fast, and he couldn’t afford to waste more time.

With determination, Mr. Wangley lunged forward, aiming a punch at the chunkster’s throat, which he believed to be vulnerable. If he hit his target, it would be a game-changer.

“Gotcha!” the chunkster grinned as he caught Mr. Wangley’s wrist.

Mr. Wangley’s heart sank. “Shit…” he thought, realizing he was trapped in a situation he hadn’t expected. He tried to pull back, but it was too late.

“Up you go!” bellowed the huge fighter as he tossed Mr. Wangley into the air, spinning him around. After about ten spins, he swatted Mr. Wangley down like a fly, sending him crashing to the ground.

A loud boom echoed throughout the arena, shaking it for a moment.

Mr. Wangley coughed up blood as he lay on the ground, his body convulsing before going completely still. He was badly hurt, likely with many broken bones from the fall.

“Mr. Wangley!” Quentin jumped up, his face showing shock and a strange fear.

Earlier, when Mr. Wangley had tried to take control, Quentin thought victory was close. He never expected the situation to turn against them like this.

“Quick! Get a doctor!” Natasha ordered, her face serious as she signaled for someone to lift Mr. Wangley.

“Even Mr. Wangley couldn’t beat this giant. Is he really invincible?” Ruth said, her brows knitted together in worry.

**Chapter 237**

Things looked grim after losing two rounds in a row.

“Another great master from the Harmons has fallen. It seems their defeat is unavoidable!” Otto shook his head.

“Exactly! Competing against Boulderthorn today was a sure way to bring shame to themselves. Not even the Harmons can win against someone this strong!” Julie said with a grin, enjoying the Harmons’ misfortune, especially since she knew Dustin was connected to their family.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” a man suddenly chimed in from nearby. “I heard the Harmons still have a big trump card to turn this around!”

“What trump card?” Otto asked, curious.

“This secret weapon of theirs is none other than the warrior who is ranked ninth among the Hundred Immortals, the King of Kicks!”