As everyone waited for Sumir to take a hit and scream in pain, someone did indeed scream.
It was Anderson!
He was clutching his chest, where a deep indigo bruise had appeared. The area was marred by large patches of dark blood and bruised tissue, and even the broken pieces of bone could be seen, faintly protruding through his skin.
The pain was excruciating for Anderson!
Sumir's jab had delivered an impact equivalent to 3.5 points of strength, all of it transferred directly into Anderson's body.
The onlookers were stunned, dumbfounded, and bewildered.
This wasn't supposed to happen...
They hadn't underestimated Sumir, but they had expected him to last a while against Anderson. After all, Sumir had learned two gray skills and should have been able to fight Anderson for some time before a victor was decided.
But what they didn't expect was for Anderson to be taken out in a single move. And it wasn't because Anderson had gotten careless or made a mistake—it was just that he was outmatched.
The rich young masters and support workers, all of whom had experienced many battles, could see that Anderson had suffered serious damage.
Anderson was no pampered aristocrat. For him to let out such a pained scream only confirmed how brutal Sumir's attack had been!
A punch that could deal such damage was something Anderson himself could never deliver!
"I don't think I even saw Sumir throw a punch. His speed is that fast, and his power is that strong?"
"Unbelievable, what's his physical stat? How much does he have?"
"Anderson... was taken out?!"
Among the gray skills available to Non-Registered Players, none were capable of converting agility or physique into output the way Sumir's attack had done.
To the onlookers, Sumir's movements had suddenly become more mysterious and hard to fathom.
The punch he threw earlier could only have been executed if both his strength and agility were at extraordinarily high levels.
Even if Sumir's strength and agility had been boosted by a gray skill, his ability to completely overpower Anderson also suggested that his base attributes were impressively high!
Sumir clearly wasn't at the bottom of the barrel in terms of physique. His physique was likely at least 1.5 points, maybe even closer to 2 points!
For a moment, everyone's expressions were a mix of confusion, shock, and… contemplation.
Before they could process everything further, Anderson angrily stood up, his eyes bloodshot.
"Let's go again!"
Anderson had never lost a match across multiple clubs. Yet today, he suffered a heavy defeat at the hands of this lowly "commoner." and he couldn't accept it!
Fueled by rage and adrenaline, Anderson lost his composure, ignoring the pain from his injuries. He hadn't yet realized the full extent of the attribute advantage that Sumir had just demonstrated!
Anderson charged forward like an enraged bull, barreling through with all his might!
But the real significance of this attack was that it allowed the previously distracted onlookers to fully focus on Sumir's movements.
The young man made an incredibly strange step—at first, it seemed like he was shifting left, but he was actually moving right, suddenly pulling away.
However, Sumir's movements weren't about fancy tricks; they were driven by his immense speed!
Sumir first moved left, dodging Anderson's full-on charge effortlessly. Then, as Anderson swung his punch for a second attack, Sumir actually placed himself back in Anderson's attack path... only to dodge again, this time to the right!
Anderson had attacked once, but Sumir had dodged him twice!
The only reason Sumir had made those extra moves was that he had just learned his new skills, and his attributes hadn't fully adjusted yet. However, he was satisfied with himself—because this footwork...
Looked so cool!
Then, Sumir smoothly moved behind Anderson and kicked him in the back.
The kick landed squarely on Anderson's waist. It felt as though he'd been hit by a moving train. He was instantly sent flying!
Anderson soared through the air, his mind going blank.
Bang!
A second later, he crashed heavily to the ground, pain shooting up from his back and coursing through his entire body, making him grit his teeth and wince in agony.
He was utterly defeated.
"Fuck!" Anderson angrily tried to get back up, but—
His earlier disregard for his injuries had led to a misstep on Sumir's part as well. Sumir, thinking that his skill hadn't caused much damage, went in for a heavier attack, which ended up injuring Anderson's spine. He couldn't get back up for a while.
"Fuck!"
"Fuck!"
Anderson could only shout in frustrated rage, wriggling on the ground like a worm.
The crowd, watching this unfold, could only stare—first at Anderson, then at Sumir. A chill ran through their hearts.
This wasn't a fight. It was humiliation!
Sure, they knew Sumir was fast, but to dodge the same move twice? Wasn't that just playing with him?
And that kick that followed...
That was too brutal!
Even with modern medical technology, Anderson's injuries wouldn't leave permanent damage, but this young master would still be stuck in the hospital for at least half a month!
It was a total disaster.
A complete tragedy.
The area around the arena fell into complete silence.
Sumir usually smiled brightly and appeared to have a good temperament, but in reality, he was extremely vicious! He was calculating and had a deep-seated thirst for revenge!
This man… should never be crossed.
The rich young masters, understanding this more clearly now, couldn't help but feel a sense of dread.
No wonder Sumir could be around someone as terrifying as Medis. Like attracts like—both of them were ruthless!
It was a good thing they hadn't crossed Sumir earlier!
The crowd suddenly felt a wave of nervousness.
At that moment, Anderson was still writhing on the ground. He had turned completely red with rage.
"Grab Sumir! Kill him..."
Anderson's words were cut off before he could finish.
From the side, a round of applause rang out.
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!
"Well done!"
"I never expected our Lone Wolf Club to produce such a talent like you!"
"Those moves from Sumir were just too cool!"
"Impressive, Mr. Sumir! You're going to be a Registered Player for sure!"
...
Anderson's venomous and frustrated voice was drowned out by the cheering.
The arena had a detection mechanism. Once Anderson lost the ability to move, the system recognized that the duel had ended, and the energy walls surrounding the arena automatically dissipated.
Immediately, the young heirs surrounded Sumir, leaving the bewildered support workers behind.
Each of them was incredibly enthusiastic.
They didn't know Sumir's exact age, but it was clear he was around eighteen or nineteen—he was a genius destined for greatness, someone who was bound to become a Registered Player. Of course, they wanted to make sure they were on his good side!
Any previous resentment had already evaporated.
A beautiful woman should belong to the strongest, after all!
But then...
Click.
Click.
Click.
Anderson, still lying on the ground, could only watch as boot after boot passed in front of him, almost as if they were stomping his face into the dirt, stepping on him a few more times for good measure.
"You guys..."
His eyes turned redder with anger, but by now, no one was paying attention to the thoughts of this young master.
Although Anderson's family was powerful, he couldn't possibly hold this loss against the other rich heirs. He knew better than to take his anger out on them—family power didn't work that way.
The young master could only glare fiercely at Sumir's shoes, his vision blocked by the enthusiastic crowd of rich kids. The best he could do was stare at their shoes as they circled around Sumir...
...
Sumir, on the other hand, felt like he had barely revealed a fraction of his innate talent and strength, and suddenly, the world had become much friendlier.
These arrogant young masters, who once looked down on him, were now eager to be his friends.
Some of them even straightforwardly admitted, "Hey, I talked bad about you during the match earlier. Here, take this potion/watch/card as a token of apology."
Hi~
What's this worth, bro?
Throughout the entire interaction, no one bothered to ask how Sumir had become so strong. It was all about respecting privacy.
In a daze, Sumir found himself with three vials of Physical Enhancement Diluent, an unregistered card containing two hundred thousand dollars, and a list of phone numbers stored in his phone from some well-connected second-generation elites in New Los Angeles.
As for the watch, he didn't take it.
Sumir already had a smart watch that he used for calls and games, so the antique watch, though clearly valuable, seemed to serve no more purpose than telling the time.
After a while, Sumir stumbled out of the club, completely forgetting about the 5000 dollars he had originally planned to ask Anderson for.
But at that moment, he couldn't care less about those details.
The two hundred thousand dollars on the card, with Sumir's usual personality, would have been hard for him to accept… but right now, he needed the money urgently to buy some resources to Synthesize!