The Poor Billionaire's Revenge.

Chapter 57

"Get dressed quickly; we have no time," Zander said.

Maxwell quickly went into the changing room. He dressed himself in a white robe and pants.

"We have no time to waste. Come on, be quick.".

Maxwell hurriedly got dressed in his martial arts attire and stepped out.

He got on the ring, which was stationed in the center of the hall. The crowd cheered a little when he got in the ring. A few others glared at him, wondering what a young, inexperienced man like him would be doing in the field.

The music blared all through the hall as different flags from different martial schools and organizations waved in the air. The thing about winning is not about making so much noise and cheering. It's about how well you know your onions when it comes to your profession.

He was inexperienced compared to the others who had registered, but his determination to break a record his father couldn't get was the motivation he needed.

He shut his eyes, meditating deeply on the words that proceeded from his inst