I Married A Degraded Alpha
Chapter 52: Her Kick

Chapter 52: Her Kick

Tuss’s opponent this time was a spirited female alpha.

"You’re very skilled, but you’re gonna lose when you face me," she said with an arrogant posture.

Tuss didn’t say anything. He didn’t even release his pheromone, he just clenched his fist and charged straight at her.

The alpha was taken aback and quickly retreated while releasing her own pheromone. However, her pheromone, which had been unbeatable since her differentiation, failed this time.

Tuss wasn’t affected in the slightest. Instead, he joked, "Your pheromone stinks."

The alpha was furious. Her pheromone had a buttery fragrance, as everyone had told her so.

The fight went back and forth. At first, the alpha was able to retaliate, but soon she was only able to dodge.

Tuss was ruthless in his attacks, showing no mercy.

Regret consumed the alpha. She should not have been complacent, relying solely on her potent pheromone and neglecting her combat training. Today, she met someone with equally strong pheromone and superior fighting skills. If only I’ve been more diligent before, I wouldn’t be in this predicament now.

After getting beaten by Tuss for five minutes, she eventually jumped off the stage.

It was quite a pitiful sight.

"An eye for an eye. They beat up Tyrone, now Tuss is paying them back."

"Tuss is still Tuss. He didn’t show any mercy to that alpha just because she’s a woman."

"Yeah, that what real fighters do for each other."

.....

The match was still ongoing, with Tuss having to face three more opponents.

"Will his legs hold up?" the old man worriedly asked Yuri.

"He’s not using his legs, he’s using his hands." In the two matches so far, Tuss hadn’t used his legs, perhaps feeling that it would be unfair to his opponents. Yuri thought.

"As long as he’s standing, his legs are under stress. Where does it say he’s not using his legs?" The old man glared at Yuri.

Yuri looked up at the sky speechlessly, teasing, "So, do you have a solution for that?"

The old man was taken aback, then turned away in anger.

At this point, the match on the stage had already begun.

This time, the Empire’s opponent seemed to know that he couldn’t beat Tuss’s pheromone, so he proposed, "Hand to hand combat?"

Tuss grunted in agreement.

This contestant was clever. He had observed Tuss’s two matches and noticed something: Tuss hadn’t used his legs.

He heard the students mention Tuss’s legs with a tone of regret, and thus inferred that there might be a problem with Tuss’s legs.

Therefore, he targeted Tuss’s legs from the start of the match.

"He’s found out."

"That’s despicable."

"God, I can’t bear to watch Tuss being hit."

"Darn, that’s low."

"Wow, Tuss can still jump that high."

"He can still leap."

"That speed is insane."

"Is it really a bionic limb? Mine isn’t as smooth as his."

"Guys, I just measured his speed and compared it with his past performance. Guess what the result is?"

Everyone’s eyes turned to the student, "Tell us quickly."

"He’s faster. Much faster than before. Both the speed of his punches and his movements have significantly improved."

"Darn."

Everyone cursed simultaneously.

The result was almost predictable, Tuss won again, leaving him with two more opponents.

According to the contest rules, there was no rest time in between. This meant he had to seamlessly face two opponents. Everyone was worried whether his legs could handle such high-intensity movement.

"Look at Yuri."

"Yuri looks beautiful. But, what are you trying to say?"

"Doesn’t she look pretty relaxed?"

"Yes, she seems quite at ease. Looks completely unbothered."

"So, if she’s not worried, are we worrying needlessly?"

"That does make sense."

"Also, look at Tuss. His movements are sharp, he doesn’t change his expression, and he’s not even sweating. Do you think he needs to worry?"

"No, he doesn’t."

The students understood and retracted their worries, some even took out snacks from their pockets and began to crack them.

Later, Tuss won the remaining two matches with ease.

The contest that was thought to be a sure loss was single-handedly turned around by Tuss.

The students went wild with excitement, the entire arena echoing with Tuss’s name, the cheers lasting for a long time.

"I won," Tuss stylishly vaulted over the railing, walking towards Yuri.

Yuri pointed at the sweat bead on his forehead, "Wipe it off."

Tuss’s face stiffened a bit, he said helplessly, "I thought you’d praise me."

Yuri pondered for a moment, then said hesitantly, "You’re good."

"Your tone is too plain. Mrs. Hiro, learn from those girls in the audience, listen to how they cheer." The old man couldn’t help but intervene.

Cheer for what? Marry you? Have your child? Yuri shook her head, "I own you legally. I don’t need to compete with them."

Tuss laughed, he adoringly said, "You’re one of a kind."

Yuri’s face turned red, avoiding Tuss’s gaze she said, "The people are calling for you, you should go."

"Mhm." Tuss responded in a low voice, moving his face closer to Yuri, "Help me wipe off the sweat, will you?"

"Darn, is Tuss asking for a kiss?"

"Yuri, why are you hesitating, go ahead and kiss him."

"Yuri, if you don’t kiss him, I will."

"Be careful or Tuss will punch you flying."

"Wow, never expected that Tuss, this ice-cold guy, also has such sweet moments. It’s like he’s a completely different person from when he’s on stage."

"Don’t you find such a contrast the most charming? He’s cold towards everyone else, but when facing Yuri, he’s as gentle as water, pampering her to the bone. Ahhh, he’s no less than the male lead in a fiction."

"....."

Listening to these words, Yuri’s face was burning even hotter.

She caught her own sleeve and randomly wiped a few times on Tuss’s face, "Okay, now go down."

Tuss’s eyes fell on Yuri’s sleeve, soaked with his sweat. His pupils darkened, and his voice became hoarse, "Yuri, just wiping the sweat is not enough."

"That’s right, it’s not enough, give him a kiss." The old man said.

"Kiss him." Others echoed.

"Kiss him."

"Kiss him."

...

Somehow, more and more people joined the shouting, and in the end, the entire arena was filled with this single chant.

The photographers even pointed their cameras at them and projected it on the biggest screen in the arena.

"Tuss, be a man, hold her and kiss her."

"Yuri, don’t hold back, just do it."

Mischievous boys and girls were playfully teasing with goodwill.

Yuri’s felt a bit awkward. Tuss, however, was deep in thought. If I hold her and try to kiss her now, will she give it to me?

Tuss’s eyes were hot, and he was eager to act. Under the constant encouragement of others, he made a move—

Bang.

A loud noise.

Tuss, the top contestant who was unstoppable and invincible on the stage, was kicked several meters away by his wife.

People looked at Tuss, who was kicked out, and then at Yuri’s foot that she hadn’t had time to withdraw.

They were stunned, thinking it must be a problem with their vision.