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Chapter 184: Tough Cookies Chapter 184: Tough Cookies The next moment, Asher stepped in, throwing a powerful reverse punch aimed at Alexei’s solar plexus.

It was brutal, precise, designed to end the match early.

Alexei deflected it at the last moment, redirecting the force and countering with a sharp elbow strike.

Asher barely dodged, his smirk widening.

“Now this is getting fun.” The crowd leaned forward, breaths held.

“Fast exchanges already?!” “They are both testing each other!” Asher changed his strategy.

His footwork became unpredictable, his movements sharper.

Unlike traditional karate, Gigangum’s style was wild yet controlled, unpredictable yet effective.

He feinted a jab, making Alexei shift his guard.

In that split second, Asher struck, a spinning heel kick aimed straight for Alexei’s temple.

The air whooshed as the attack came dangerously close.

Alexei ducked.

Then, with surgical precision, he struck, his fist connecting with Asher’s exposed ribcage.

Thud!

Asher’s smirk disappeared for a fraction of a second.

The crowd gasped.

“Alexei is reading his attacks!” “But Asher isn’t slowing down either!” And indeed, Asher retaliated immediately, using his knee to strike Alexei’s stomach.

The force sent Alexei skidding backward.

Asher exhaled, rolling his shoulders.

“You’re making me work for this, huh?” Alexei didn’t respond.

Instead, he stepped back into stance, adjusting slightly.

Asher recognized it instantly.

“Ah… you’re taking me seriously now?” Alexei’s gaze sharpened.

“You’ll see.” The battle escalated.

Asher attacked with ferocity, his strikes coming at angles that made it difficult to predict.

Low kicks, high kicks, sudden punches, it was relentless.

Alexei countered with fluid precision, using blocks, parries, and counters to deflect Asher’s power.

Every exchange became faster, heavier, deadlier.

Then, the moment came.

Asher lunged in with a devastating jumping front kick, a finishing move.

Alexei reacted instantly.

He sidestepped, grabbing Asher’s leg mid air and twisting.

Asher’s eyes widened.

“Tch—!” Before he could recover, Alexei drove a spinning back kick into his chest, sending Asher crashing onto the mat.

The arena fell silent.

Even the warriors from other kingdoms sat frozen, eyes wide.

Then— The referee raised his hand.

“Point.

Haran.

Victory!” The silence shattered into cheers and stunned gasps.

“Asher lost?!” “But look, he’s already standing!” Indeed, Asher had pushed himself back up, rubbing his chest where Alexei’s kick had landed.

Instead of anger, his expression was one of amusement.

“Well, damn,” he muttered, rolling his shoulders.

“That was unexpected.” Alexei merely bowed.

Asher let out a chuckle, stepping closer.

“I won’t make the same mistake next time.” Alexei finally responded, his voice calm as ever.

“Then don’t.” The crowd roared with excitement, warriors from both kingdoms discussing the match feverishly.

“Haran’s precision is terrifying.” “But Gigangum’s raw power is something else.” “Imagine if Asher refined his control.” Asher turned to his men, waving off their worried looks.

“Relax.

I’m not dead.” Then, throwing one last glance at Alexei, he smirked.

“Let’s do this again soon, yeah?” Alexei simply nodded.

The atmosphere in the arena remained charged with anticipation as the next competitors stepped forward.

“Lionara and Dixan?

This will be interesting.” Questions flew around as many unexperienced guests sought to understand the situation better.

“Isn’t Lionara known for its wealth in minerals, and not necessarily for its warriors?

How will they win against Dixan?” “Yep and Dixan?

Isn’t their specialty archery?” “True, but their soldiers train in hand to hand combat too.

And Prince Minjun… well, he’s something else.” The murmurs grew louder as the fighters entered the stage.

Prince Abuchi of Lionara was a broad shouldered, well built warrior, his muscular frame giving off an imposing presence.

He cracked his knuckles, rolling his shoulders as he walked onto the mat.

His dark brown uniform bore the insignia of Lionara, a kingdom known for its wealth rather than its military prowess.

Opposite him, Prince Minjun of Dixan smirked as he stepped forward, his confidence practically radiating off him.

His movements were smooth, but those who observed closely could see the faint stiffness in his right arm, an injury from the previous day’s events.

Minjun grinned, placing his hands on his hips.

“Well, well.

This should be quick.

Hope you don’t take it personally when I win.” Abuchi chuckled.

“Oh?

And here I thought you would at least try to be humble.” Minjun laughed, shaking his head.

“Humble?

Where’s the fun in that?” The crowd chuckled at the exchange.

“Typical Minjun.

He just loves to talk.” “Abuchi won’t let himself be pushed around, though.

This might be fun.” The referee stepped between them.

“Kneel.

Bow.” Both fighters did as required, though Minjun smirked throughout the process.

“Fight!” Minjun moved first, light on his feet despite his injury.

He tested Abuchi with a quick low kick to gauge his reaction.

Abuchi blocked effortlessly and retaliated with a sharp punch toward Minjun’s chest, but Minjun sidestepped, smirking.

“Too slow, my friend.” Abuchi huffed.

“You talk too much.” Minjun darted in again, this time launching a rapid combination of strikes, a feint to the right, a jab to the left, followed by a sudden knee aimed at Abuchi’s stomach.

Thwack!

Abuchi blocked the knee but winced slightly at the force.

“Not bad.” He exhaled, then smirked.

“But let me show you something.” With a sudden burst of power, Abuchi stepped in, launching a heavy palm strike aimed at Minjun’s injured side.

Minjun’s eyes widened.

He remembered?!

At the last second, Minjun twisted away, barely avoiding the attack.

The crowd gasped.

“Abuchi nearly got him!” “But Minjun’s footwork saved him!” Minjun exhaled sharply.

“So you’re aiming for my weak spot, huh?

Dirty move.” Abuchi chuckled.

“Says the guy who talks to distract his opponents.” Minjun grinned.

“Fair point.” Then, suddenly, Minjun changed his strategy.

He became aggressive, using speed over power, launching rapid strikes that forced Abuchi to stay defensive.

Abuchi was stronger, but Minjun was faster.

Then it happened.

Minjun feinted a high kick, making Abuchi raise his guard, then immediately dropped low and swept Abuchi’s legs out from under him.

Thud!

The crowd erupted as Abuchi hit the ground.

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