"..."
Inside the arena.
The wealthy people didn't know what to say.
They thought they were going to witness a fierce battle, a thrilling fight, but what was that just now?
Beating up a sandbag?
Thinking back on the fight that had just taken place, wasn't it just that? The meat mountain had become like a sandbag, getting pounded left and right by the challenger. With the first punch, right across the face, the meat mountain was already disoriented.
Immediately following.
The challenger's solo show began.
That process.
Tsk, tsk...
A complete domination.
Wardum stood up excitedly and shouted, "Broken Face... Broken Face..." He could no longer care about his image because he had never seen such an interesting match. In a fight of this level, there was still a one-sided crush.
The first time he encountered it.
If he could use it for himself.
He would have made a fortune.
"Broken Face... Broken Face... Broken Face..."
When Wardum shouted.
