NovelEnglish"Luring him in?" Miles's stomach sank a beat at the words.
He stared at the third battle ring, feeling a bit uneasy. "Dustin, are you serious? I've got a lot riding on this." "You bet on Number 28, right?" Dustin asked.
Miles nodded. "Yeah, why?" Dustin explained, "Well, Number 28 does have sskill, but he's being too aggressive.
"At first glance, it seems he's dominating and pushing his opponent back. But if you pay attention, you'll notice his opponent's composed movements and steady breathing.
"There's no hint of panic. It's like his opponent has been prepared for this. So, I'm guessing he's luring Number 28 by deliberately showing weakness.
"And when Number 28 lets his guard down, that's the moment he'll strike." "Are you sure?" Miles was dubious. He narrowed his eyes as he carefully observed the battle, and his expression immediately changed.
To his surprise, the battle matched Dustin's description perfectly.
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Despite Number 28's relentless attacks, he hadn't gained any significant ground. His continuous assaults had drained a considerable amount of his stamina and left him vulnerable.
If he continued to attack recklessly, he would eventually wear himself out and likely end up losing.
Miles cursed, "Damn it! What is this guy thinking? Doesn't he know that it's a trap? He just attacked without a plan. This is really getting on my nerves!" He was frustrated after uncovering the truth. After all, his prized pendant was worth a fortune. He was so confident in Number 28 that he placed such a bold bet.
If Miles lost, not only would he lose the pendant, but he would also lose his credibility. After all, he encouraged others to join in on the bet.
"Miles, Number 28 won't lose, right? I've bet a bottle of haemoplenish on him." Ruby also seemed pretty tense.
"Hey, Number 28! Don't let it go to your head! Watch out for traps!" Miles yelled at the top of his lungs.
But with the intense atmosphere at the scene, the sounds of fighting and cheering drowned out his voice.
"Surrender now!" Number 28, having cornered his opponent at the edge of the battle ring, made a bold move.
Leaping high into the air, he gripped his blade with both hands and brought it down forcefully. He aimed to finish the fight with flair and dominance.
However, his opponent grinned wickedly. Swiftly rolling on the ground, he darted behind Number 28. Then, with a powerful palm strike, he unleashed a thunderous palm wind technique.
Number 28's expression changed when he realized he couldn't evade while in mid-air. He was left with no choice but to block with his blade.
Soon, the clash of metal echoed in the air.
The palm strike exploded. It unleashed a raging shockwave that blasted Number 28 several yards away.
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Since the fight between the two was at the edge of the battle ring, Number 28 was pushed back by the force of the palm strike. He ultimately landed outside the ring upon impact. Despite escaping injury, Number 28 had technically lost the match according to the rules.
"Thanks for the match!" The victorious man smiled graciously.
"So, you've been playing possum all along, you sneaky bastard! Number 28 spat out .He could've won with his strength but didn't expect his opponent to outsmart him.
"All's fair in love and war. A battle in the ring is not always about brute force.Sometimes you gotta use your brain" The victorious man tapped his temple. "Why, you—" Number 28 was too agitated to respond. Ultimately, the referee declared his defeat.
"Fuck! What was Number 28 thinking? It was obvious the opponent was luring him in. | can't believe he fell for such a simple trap. This is so disappointing!" Witnessing his chosen contestant's defeat, Miles cursed under his breath.
"Miles! Is this the contestant you had faith in? What a letdown!" Ruby pouted, clearly displeased with the result.
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