Chapter 62: Iron Fist Sean

The thousands in the arena cried out as well. A fight broke out? Someone dared make trouble at this underground ring? Are they crazy? But excitement and savage grins soon spread across their faces.

No one caused problems here and saw the sun the next day. This would be a rare spectacle.

"Get them! Bash them up!"

"Haha, I bet 100 grand they die. Go on, beat them to death!"

The commotion did not escape the notice of a VIP box above the ring, where a middle-aged man frowned. "BJJ?" he murmured.

"Sean, what do you think?"

At his words, a dark-skinned man in a sleeveless shirt responded impassively, "Yes, and no. He's trained for a few years, a expert but not a master."

"I could take him out in 100 moves or less!"

"I see." The middle-aged man smiled slightly, pleased. This was Mr. Henderson.

The one called Sean was his ace, the undefeated champion of the underground ring with 39 consecutive wins.

They called his fist the Iron Fist, a reputation understood only by those who had faced it.

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