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Chapter 185 - 185 Boasting

Chapter 185: Boasting Chapter 185: Boasting “But will he end it here?

He should right?” One of the newbie warriors asked a veteran beside him but before the veteran could reply…

Abuchi growled, trying to rise, but Minjun was already there.

With sharp precision, he drove his knee just above Abuchi’s chest, holding him down as the referee raised his hand.

“Point.

Dixan.

Victory!” The moment the match ended, Minjun stepped back, extending a hand toward Abuchi.

Abuchi stared at it for a moment, then sighed before grasping it and letting Minjun pull him up.

Minjun grinned.

“You were not bad.

Maybe next time, huh?” Abuchi scoffed.

“Yeah, yeah.

Just wait.” The crowd buzzed with excitement.

“Dixan won!” “Minjun really pulled through despite his injury.” “Abuchi was strong, but Minjun was just too fast.” From the sidelines, Minjun’s older brother, ji-ho watched silently, his expression showing a tinge of pride.

Minjun knew his brother was watching.

This victory wasn’t just about winning, it was proof.

Proof that he wasn’t just the second prince of Dixan.

He was a fighter in his own right.

As he walked off the stage, he caught his brother’s eye, smirking slightly.

His brother nodded once, then turned away.

Minjun’s smile widened.

That was enough.

The crowd buzzed with excitement as Roxurun and Dixan stepped up for the next match.

It was clear that Prince Minjun was riding high on his previous victory, his smirk unwavering as he stretched his arms and cracked his knuckles.

His opponent from Roxurun, Prince Ankhbayar, was calm but determined.

Though Roxurun was known for their horseback riding, their warriors were not to be underestimated.

Still, the weight of expectation hung heavy over them, Dixan had already proven their dominance once.

Could they turn the tables?

“Minjun again?” someone from the crowd muttered.

“Isn’t he still injured?” “Injured or not, he won his last match.

He’s clearly out to prove something,” another responded.

Minjun scoffed, overhearing the chatter.

“Injuries?

Who cares about injuries?

Fighting is about skill, not excuses.” He turned to Ankhbayar, rolling his shoulders.

“You sure you want to do this?

After all, your people prefer horses over hand to hand combat.” Ankhbayar simply smiled.

“We’ll see.” The match began.

Ankhbayar moved with surprising speed, avoiding Minjun’s early attacks.

He was light on his feet, using agility over brute force.

Minjun, however, quickly adapted, his strikes coming sharper and faster.

A well placed kick sent Ankhbayar stumbling, and the crowd gasped.

“Minjun is fast,” a duke from Roxurun admitted begrudgingly.

“No, Minjun is just full of himself,” another countered.

Minjun barely broke a sweat as he pressed the attack, forcing Ankhbayar into a defensive stance.

Despite a few well placed counters from Roxurun’s prince, Minjun’s relentless offense wore him down.

A final, precise strike sent Ankhbayar to the ground.

The referee called it.

“Dixan wins!” Minjun grinned, stepping back with a dramatic bow.

“Another one down,” he boasted, throwing a look toward the stands.

The Dixan supporters cheered, though some murmured amongst themselves.

“He’s good, but he’s getting cocky.” “Cocky or not, he’s proving himself.” Ankhbayar stood up and offered a polite nod.

“You fight well,” he acknowledged before walking off.

Minjun barely paid attention, basking in the glory of his win.

But there was still one person he wanted to prove himself to, Ji-ho.

So he wasn’t done yet.

Suddenly something happened.

Prince Asher of Gigangum stood up and walked towards the stage.

The moment he stepped forward, the air in the arena shifted.

His towering frame, rippling with strength, made an imposing sight as he cracked his knuckles and rolled his shoulders.

He wasn’t one for unnecessary words, but this time, he made an exception.

“You talk too much, Minjun.” His deep voice carried easily through the silent crowd.

“Let’s see if you can back it up.” The crowd stirred.

“Prince Asher is challenging Minjun?” “Minjun has been winning, but this is Gigangum.

This won’t be easy.” Minjun’s smirk twitched ever so slightly.

He wasn’t foolish, he knew Gigangum warriors were built differently.

They trained from childhood, their bodies honed into weapons.

He had won against Roxurun and Lionara, but this?

This was a different battle.

Still, he wasn’t about to back down.

“If you wanted to fight me, all you had to do was ask,” Minjun replied smoothly, masking his nerves behind arrogance.

“Let’s get this over with.” The match began.

Minjun struck first, his speed giving him the advantage.

He weaved around Asher’s bulk, landing quick, calculated blows.

The crowd murmured in surprise, Minjun was fast.

“Minjun is smart.

He’s avoiding direct impact.” “That’s the only way to fight a Gigangum warrior.” Asher, however, wasn’t fazed.

He absorbed the strikes like they were nothing, his movements slow but deliberate.

Then, with a single, explosive counterattack, he sent Minjun stumbling back.

Minjun barely had time to register what had happened before Asher advanced, fists flying.

Unlike Minjun’s precise hits, Asher’s attacks were brutal, each one carrying devastating force.

Minjun dodged what he could, but the sheer strength behind Asher’s strikes left him shaken.

Then, Asher grabbed him.

The crowd gasped as Minjun was lifted clean off the ground and slammed onto the mat with bone rattling force.

“That’s it.

He’s done.” “Minjun never stood a chance.” Minjun groaned, attempting to push himself up, but Asher was already standing over him.

“You lost,” Asher said simply, stepping back as the referee called the match.

“Gigangum wins!” The cheers were deafening.

Minjun clenched his fists as he got to his feet, his face a mask of forced indifference.

But the moment he turned, he met the cold, unimpressed gaze of his older brother, Ji-ho.

Ji-ho scoffed.

“So much for proving yourself.” Minjun’s jaw tightened.

He knew Ji-ho would mock him, but reading it on his lips still stung.

The crowd’s murmurs didn’t help.

“Dixan’s second prince talked so much, and yet he lost so easily.” “Maybe he should have sat this one out.

His arrogance got the best of him.” Minjun swallowed his frustration.

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