"Eh? Huh?"

Packboy woke up with a red footprint on his right cheek. He was still lying on the ground and as his senses came back to him, he saw that Chihua was on top of him.

Pak*

Pak*

Pak*

Pak*

...

Chihua stood up and finally finished his job when Packboy's cheeks began to bleed.

"Okay, listen up!"

His temperament changed as he sweated. He unbuttoned his shirt to cool himself off. Some girls in the crowd had their hearts throbbed harder for a second there when Chihua combed his hair back.

"There is no time limit. The ten last-standing men will win. By last-standing, I mean literally standing. You can still hit those who dropped onto the ground to make sure that they will not be able to fight again. That's all."

Chihua then stepped back.

His combo of kicks let others recall the fighting game they used to play while some were still currently playing. It was a combo while the opponent was mid-air. Pushing buttons to make that combo is nothing compared to doing that in real life against a real opponent.

He's the real deal!

'Can I defeat him?'

That thought appeared in each participant's thoughts. It doesn't seem like a fluke. The execution wasn't perfect but surely, not everyone can do that. No, maybe, only he can do that among all people there.

Therefore, no one stood against him after that. They looked at each other.

Are we going to fight now?

Again, they were one step before being a thug. When Sean punched the one nearest to him, everyone just broke out in fighting. There was no discrimination. As long as it was in front of them, they will kick it, punch it!

Some, like Sean, ran around, wanting to participate in the late game.

The crowds erupted into cheers, seeing the chaos in front of them. All the strongest in one place, fighting each other without restraint.

Gomaro crossed his arms and began to tackle anyone. He's more like an unstoppable obstacle rather than an opponent!

Every person he hits falls while he was unflinching. He wasn't immune to everything but because he was always moving, no hits could hit him solidly. To hit him properly, one had to obstruct him. However, that was just suicide.

They learned why he was called the Bulldozer. They couldn't think of a more fitting name for him.

Sam was still staying low-key. However, each opponent was as tough as the others. He had to show off his boxing skills to some extent.

Sean was still running around. He looked at the seemingly unstoppable Gomaro and thought-

'What the fuck, ahaha! Just don't let him hit you, dumbasses! He will soon exhaust his fuel with that big body of his!'

Meanwhile, the glasses guy was lying on the ground. No one saw what happened to him but he was already there.

"Why is this guy already down? He was just accidentally hit by other dudes' fight!'

The spectators who saw him fall laughed their asses off.

Just after a few minutes, many were already down but there were still more than half that was standing.

Gomaro finally stopped. He was the main cause of others falling on the ground before being pummeled till they fainted. Many wanted to thanks his assistance but that doesn't mean they will let him go while he rests.

Just as some people thought that this was their moment to take him down, others thought one step ahead and took advantage of the situation. They concentrated on attacking those who turn their back so that they can concentrate on taking the field's beast, the resting Bulldozer.

But even though they had their spears against each other, some were still able to reach Bulldozer.

'These guys are much tougher than I expected!'

Gomaro thought as he swung his thick arms around.

"What a beast!"

The spectators shouted as they saw Gomaro repelling three men at once.

Once the people in the court have only half a people standing, Sean finally stopped running. He rested on the side and waited for some to fight him. Just as he expected, someone went to him.

'Bad luck! It's the Panther!'

Sean thought as he tried to defend himself. The one who went to him was known as the Panther for his fast legs. The only reason he was unable to catch up was because of other people locking him in fights.

"You're quite the agile person, Sean!"

The Panther smiled. He had already knocked down two people before finally catching up to Sean.

"You have a grudge against me, Vander?"

"No, I just have this desire to turn your stupid smirk into a frown."

These two did not only have a past but were actually childhood friends, or as others say - they are rivals.

But it didn't take long before Vander dropped onto the ground. Sean was already his third opponent. Although the so-called Terrorist has been running. Fighting and getting hit is much more exhausting.

On another side, Sam finally showed his real strength, knocking people up one after another.

After the ten-minute mark. There were only about eleven of them standing up. Ten minutes may not be much but that's a whole ten minutes of using their strength and moving around. Each of them received all sorts of attacks. At this point, to those who were still standing, there was a stare-off. But at the next moment, they became thirteen.

Packboy stood up. His cheeks were bulging but the pain just increased his rage. Although he fear Chihua now, he wanted to put this frustration onto someone else. He still has the stamina.

As for the second one who stood up again, it was the glasses guy.

He wasn't gaining attention at first but at the next moment, he went to Sam and threw punch after punch.

"The heck!?"

Sam was shocked to see the glasses guy suddenly go against him. At the next moment, he dropped on his back after receiving relentless attack.

"Argh..!"

"Hey, isn't that guy cheating!?"

"He's still at full health while others were resting!"

"Get him off the stage!"

However, neither Chihua nor Trisha moved.