Chapter 372 Melody’s Revolt
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“I can see his steps getting more and more hesitant. I bet Carlos is going to slip up in the final round.”
The crowd was buzzing with speculation.
In the ring, both fighters‘ faces and bodies were battered and bruised.
Collin’s expression grew darker with each passing second.
In just half an hour, he’d come to understand exactly how dangerous this girl Melody was.
Even though she wasn’t the one fighting, her guidance alone was enough to give him hell.
But as the decisive moment approached, he wasn’t about to let her win.
After a grueling back–and–forth, Collin had managed to take the lead.
The score was, Collin: 9, Spencer: 8.
If Collin won this round, he’d hit 10 points, and Spencer would lose, eliminating him from the final altogether.
“Spence, target his lower core,” Melody called, still directing him.
But as her eyes flicked over Collin, a strange feeling of panic welled up inside her, though she couldn’t explain why.
Sure enough, just as Spencer rushed in again, Collin struck with a brutal combo–an elbow to the face, a knee to the thigh, and a swift kick aimed directly at the weakest points on Spencer’s knees.
Spencer’s movements stopped cold, the pain in his knees so intense it nearly knocked him out.
Melody froze, stunned.
Collin had broken the rules.
In the final round, he’d started using Blaze Combat moves–techniques that weren’t allowed in a boxing match.
“Heh. Four years later, and you’re still trash,” Collin sneered.
“Spencer, you’re nothing but a cripple.
“Face it. You’re destined to be worthless. Just accept your fate and sit back in that wheelchair for the rest of your life
Spencer collapsed onto the ground, his ears ringing so loudly he couldn’t hear anything around him.
It felt like his knees had shattered all over again.
The referee from Gregoria started circling him, counting down
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Spencer fought to stay conscious, tried desperately to get back on his feet, but he just couldn’t do it.
He stared, helplessly, watching himself…. lose.
But why should he lose?
Collin had broken the rules.
There was no way he deserved this win.
Melody’s face went pale, and without hesitation, her small, lithe form vaulted over the side of the octagon,
She landed inside with a fierce energy, kicking the Gregoria referee aside mid–count and grabbing the microphone from his hand. Her voice rang out, cold and commanding, carrying a weight of authority. “Collin violated the rules. What he just used wasn’t boxing–he attacked with Blaze Combat techniques.
“Blaze Combat may be a fighting style, but this isn’t a Bluze Combat arena. Since Collin broke the rules, he should be disqualified.”
She pointed to Spencer, lying on the mat. “And with him taken down by a foul move, there’s no reason for the count to continue. So why is this referee so quick to call it a loss? What’s really going on here?”
Melody stood in the center of the ring, defiant, demanding justice for Spencer.
She’d also noticed something off about the organizers
Collin’s violation should’ve triggered an immediate ruling, yet this Gregoria ref was trying to push through a “Toss” for Spencer as if it were already settled.
The whole thing stank of a rigged setup.
Melody spoke, Collin–bruised and bloodied but still towering and intimidating–walked up to reaching out to snatch the microphone back. Melody dodged him easily, keeping her composure.
As soon as
Collin let out a low laugh, his eyes gleaming with open disdain. “Little girl, don’t you get it?” he sneered.
“This is the International Underground Boxing Tournament. We make the rules here. Blaze Combat? Boxing? Fighting is fighting. As long as I beat Spencer, I’m the winner.”
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