As soon as the man reached Evan, the dozen or so people on the ring scrambled towards him, crying out in unison, "Master, it's this masked clown! He injured our senior brother and junior brother!"Master?The crowd was momentarily stunned before quickly realizing that this newcomer was none other than Fred Gonzalez, the heir of the Kongtong Boxing Sect!"What? Fred Gonzalez is here? Is he also participating in this Martial Arts Tournament? Didn't he declare he'd never compete again after winning the international freestyle fighting championship a few years ago?""Never compete again? Are you joking? The first prize is $500 million. How could someone as greedy as Fred Gonzalez resist such a temptation?""Hey, do you know that Fred Gonzalez is very protective of his own? Now that he's here, that masked guy is probably done for. Fred's skill is at the grandmaster level!"Fred Gonzalez's eyes narrowed to slits as he coldly surveyed Evan. "So you're the one who injured our Kongtong Boxing
Among all the preliminary contestants, only Mr. Smith would dare to participate while masked.However, just as Adam was about to leave the control room to greet Evan, he witnessed George Gonzalez attempting to extort Mr. Smith."This is bad! Given the atmosphere in the stadium and Mr. Smith's temperament, a fight is bound to break out!"Adam glanced at the reporters in the stadium on the monitor screen and inwardly cursed.Mr. Smith had no desire for fame!Just yesterday, after defeating that arrogant Nikrosian in Metropolis City, he had called Adam to handle the aftermath.Wasn't that a clear indication that he wished to remain anonymous?So, Adam assumed Mr. Smith still wanted to keep a low profile today, just like yesterday.He hastily contacted TikToC's security team, instructing them to escort the reporters to the control room for an impromptu meeting.Only after Mr. Smith had finished his altercation did Adam release them all.The bewildered reporters couldn't fathom why they ha
The Home Box Office reporter, microphone in hand, gasped, "Ladies and gentlemen, did you see that clearly? One palm strike—just one—and our Roger Morales was airborne."The Music Television reporter, smoothing his hair and composing himself, quipped, "Folks, let's go find out where Roger Morales landed, shall we?"As Ring Seven erupted in chaos, the aftershocks of this match rippled outward, causing a second wave of excitement among those watching on televisions and computers across the nation.Countless Elysians, glued to their screens, fervently discussed that single palm strike."My God, who knew Elysia harbored such formidable martial artists!""I've never seen someone sent flying by a single palm strike. This is truly eye-opening!"The international audience was equally, if not more, stunned.For many foreigners, while Elysia was known as a powerhouse of martial arts, they had rarely witnessed its practical application. This display had certainly satisfied their curiosity."Wow!
"He's here! The morning's One-Punch Man has arrived!""The enigmatic masked fighter is back!""I wonder if he'll clinch victory with a single move again this afternoon. The anticipation is killing me!"In stark contrast, the older, more seasoned martial arts masters wore grave expressions, their eyes clouded with a complex mix of emotions, their hearts a tumultuous sea of conflicting feelings.Evan cast a fleeting glance around the arena, taking in the myriad expressions of those present. A faint smile played on his lips as he leisurely made his way towards Ring Seven, hands clasped behind his back.As he walked, head slightly bowed, gently yet firmly pushing aside the throngs of people surging towards him, a man clutching a microphone and trailed by a camera operator intercepted his path."Excuse me, sir. I'm a field reporter from WGN America. We'd like to interview you briefly.""I apologize, but I must decline. This isn't an opportune moment for an interview," Evan replied, extendi
"At odds with me?" Evan was perplexed. "Why would he take issue with me? I haven't done anything. I've been keeping an exceedingly low profile!""Indeed, I find your conduct most disagreeable!" Kenneth Boyd's eyes gleamed with disdain as he fixed his challenging gaze upon Evan. "You've gravely injured three members of the Kongtong Boxing Sect, including their heir apparent, Fred Gonzalez. Tell me, how could I possibly harbor any fondness for you?"Ah!With those words, not only did Evan grasp the situation, but the spectators below also came to a sudden realization.This was far from a simple matter of personal distaste. It was clear that Fred Gonzalez of the Kongtong Boxing Sect had paid a hefty sum to enlist Kenneth Boyd's services in defeating Evan!"But Master Chen," the referee of Ring Seven interjected, visibly uncomfortable, "this isn't right. Contestant number 13 has already advanced to the next round."Indeed, Jesse Smith, competitor number 13, had already secured his place i
"Heavens above! Who is he? How can he possess such an overwhelming aura?" Even among the spectators, those of grandmaster level couldn't help but exclaim in shock, their pupils constricting at the sight before them.On the platform, Kenneth Boyd was visibly unsettled. His brow furrowed as he inwardly cursed his predicament. Had he known the masked man was this formidable, he would never have accepted Fred Gonzalez's $80 million offer."I'm about to make my move. Prepare yourself!" Evan's eyes snapped open as he launched himself forward with explosive force. His form blurred into a mere afterimage as he closed the distance, his hand raised to deliver a single, decisive slap to Kenneth Boyd's face.The audience could only perceive a series of phantom images streaking across Ring Seven towards Kenneth Boyd."Crack!"The crisp sound of a palm striking flesh rang out.Kenneth Boyd was instantly sent flying off the platform.The spectators stood in stunned silence, their eyes wide with disb
On the platform, Kenneth Boyd had indeed heard Evan's words clearly. Despite his swollen face and clouded mind, the mention of money caused him to halt abruptly. "You know how much they're paying me?"Evan's lips curled into a smirk. "I don't.""Are you toying with me?" Kenneth Boyd's eyes flashed with murderous rage as he continued to inch closer."I genuinely don't know, because there's no need for me to know. Whatever they're paying you is merely pocket change to me," Evan replied, his expression morphing into an enigmatic smile as he observed Kenneth Boyd's approach.Kenneth Boyd didn't respond verbally, but his advancing steps noticeably slowed, and his face grew increasingly somber, as if a storm was brewing beneath the surface.Evan shrugged, his eyes gleaming with disdain. "Please, direct your attention to the main screen in the arena."If my words fail to enlighten you, perhaps my actions will, Evan thought to himself.As Evan spoke, his demeanor remained unnervingly calm, ye
Viewers at home sat slack-jawed, unable to close their gaping mouths.$800 million!This enigmatic masked figure had casually dispensed such an astronomical sum. Just how vast was his fortune if he treated $800 million as mere pocket change?Truly, poverty limits one's imagination!Kenneth Boyd's expression grew grave. This masked man had now transferred $800 million – ten times the amount Fred Gonzalez had offered him.By his own standards, this $800 million could secure the services of ten grandmaster-level fighters like himself, more than enough to utterly annihilate him.A chill ran down his spine as realization dawned. Had this young man been trying to convey all along that he was an entity beyond Kenneth's capacity to offend?He raised his eyes to meet Evan's, only to find the youth regarding him with a playful smirk.Suddenly, it all clicked into place.Yes! This young man had indeed been warning him all along. He was someone Kenneth couldn't afford to antagonize. Even without