Joseph gritted his teeth. His rapidly depleting stamina made his face flush red. However, he forced himself to hold on, not wanting others to see that he was all show and no substance.
Zachary stayed expressionless as he stepped forward and aimed a sharp kick toward Joseph’s throat.
Joseph sneered and dropped his palm, ready to snap Zachary’s ankle in retaliation. Little did he know that Zachary’s move was a feint, not a real attack. The kicked foot retracted in mid–air and pulled back, and taking advantage of this opportunity, his other leg suddenly stepped forward.
Using the retracted leg as a pivot point, he delivered an explosive kick toward Joseph’s neck.
“Crap!” Such rapid changes in technique, combined with the heavy force, left Joseph scrambling and finally cursing out loud.
He frantically raised his arms, trying to protect his head and neck. However, having lost too much energy, he was still a beat too slow.
A crisp slap echoed as Zachary’s kick landed with the precision and mastery of true legwork.
Even Andrew, watching from the sidelines, could not help but clap once. “Good job!”
Joseph’s head tilted sideways, and like a drunk person, he pitched forward toward the ground. His head was buzzing, narrowly dodging a concussion from Zachary’s kick.
“You bastard!” His arrogant pride made him furious and flustered.
At that moment, his body was about to hit the ground. He forcefully channeled his energy and stamped one foot on the ground, regaining his lost balance.
However, his internal energy was jolted, and a mouthful of blood surged up his throat. If he had not swallowed it down by force, he would have coughed it out on the spot.
Andrew shook his head and muttered, “Joseph might as well go home to his mother now.”
The burly guy next to him and a few others turned on him with glares,
“What the hell did you just say?”
“Watch your damn mouth!”
“He’s not losing. No way!”
Andrew looked unfazed. “Whether he is or isn’t, don’t take my word for it. Just see for yourselves.”
Loud thuds sounded from the arena as Zachary’s counterattack began. Just like Joseph before him, a storm of punches and kicks rained down mercilessly.
Joseph was overwhelmed, constantly dodging and roaring angrily. Yet, it was useless. He could not keep up with the speed or even dodge in time. Several times, he tried to fight back to show his fury, but the result was that he disrupted his own formation.
Zachary grabbed his wrist and threw him over his shoulder, slamming him hard onto the ground.
Joseph rolled and scrambled, refusing to admit defeat. However, Zachary drove his knee up and wrapped his elbow around, forcing Joseph’s lower body to kneel on the ground while Zachary firmly controlled his vital weak point–his neck.
Zachary’s arms were covered in blood. Combined with his shoulder wound from Terry’s earlier sneak attack that had reopened and was bleeding again, he looked battered, but his face showed pure excitement.
He said in a deep voice, “Mr. Yeager, surrender now! Otherwise, I can snap your neck at any time!”
Joseph’s face turned red, then a darker shade, and he could not say a word. He could not accept that he had actually lost like this. Just a second ago, he had been vigorous and aggressive, and he was completely confident he could destroy Zachary.
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The burly man next to Andrew and several other fans of Goldridge Yeagers stood stunned and speechless.
“Mr. Yeager… lost?”
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“That bastard actually called it right!”
“He’s done for. Mr. Yeager just got lumiliated!”
A loud crash rang out as Matthew smashed the teacup in his hand fury. “Bastard! You’d better release Joseph immediately, or I’ll bury you six feet under!”
