Chapter 373 No Country for Cheaters.
Chapter 373 No Country for Cheaters
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“Heh… no matter how much you refuse to accept it, you’re gonna have to face the facts! Collin sneered.
“The organizers aren’t Cleussau officials. They’d still bow and scrape if they saw our boss.”
Melody looked at Collin with a wary gaze, then suddenly laughed as if amused by his words.
“Camel, a foul is a foul,” she said, her voice cold and unwavering.
“You need to get out of the ring–now.
“Your score should be nullified.
“This is Cleussau. The rules were made public internationally. I don’t care what kind of so–called ‘international tournament this is. As long as it’s on our soil, the match must be fair, just, and transparent!”
Here in Cleussau, they were the hosts.
These Gregorians, daring to break the rules and flaunt their power on foreign soil, weren’t just disrespecting Spencer; they were challenging the very laws of Cleussau itself.
Melody’s words were clear, each one resonating through the microphone and reaching the ears of the Cleussauan crowd.
When the spectators had seen Spencer taken down by forbidden Blaze Combat techniques, they’d been. shocked and outraged.
Who are
these outsiders, thinking they could pull off dirty tricks so brazenly in our country?
Cleussau was known for its openness, but it wasn’t about to tolerate corruption and foul play.
With Melody leading the charge, protests erupted in the stands.
“Fair and just! Apologize and admit your wrongdoing!”
“No more dirty tactics! Gregoria, stop your boxing bullying! Every year, it’s the same thing–the last two tournaments were run by Gregorians, and in the top five, only Gabriel from Cleussau made it. Gregoria calls itself a ‘boxing powerhouse, but every time they end it with sneak attacks and bringing in other fighting styles!
“As boxing fans, we’re done with this. We just want a fair fight!”
“The organizers need to answer for this! If they can’t ensure fairness, then take this crooked tournament and get out of Cleussau!”
As the crowd’s anger escalated, the Gregorian organizers showed no signs of acknowledging the protests, acting as if the outcry was beneath their notice.
A manager from the organizers stepped into the ring, clearly recognizing Melody as the troublemaker leading the protest.
He shot her an annoyed glance before speaking loudly to the crowd.
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“Ladies and gentlemen, this International Underground Boxing Tournament is watched by high–level officials worldwide. Naturally, it’s not solely under the control of us Gregorians,” he said.
“I believe Ms. Tucker may have misunderstood our rules, hence her… intensity. Since this is an underground tournament, the fighting styles don’t need to be strictly regulated. As long as the techniques fall within the broader scope of combat, they’re considered legitimate.”
He glanced at Melody with a smug look. “There’s no need for Ms. Tucker to create a fuss just because the fighter she supports isn’t winning, is there?”
The manager, standing beside Collin and facing Melody, spoke in fluent but heavily–accented Gregorian. as if expecting her not to understand.
He was banking on the idea that Melody, desperate to keep her place at the event, would have no choice but to play along and smile.
But this time, Melody wasn’t going to play along.
In a calm, steady voice, she responded in flawless Gregorian, her tone cold and direct.
“So, as long as it’s a recognized combat style…
“That means anyone here can challenge any fighter in the ring, correct?”
The sheer boldness of her statement stunned the crowd.
Combat styles covered a wide range of techniques.
Blaze Combat, in particular, was known as the “Art of Eight Limbs” because it used all eight points of contact on the body: fists, elbows, knees, and feet.
Unlike boxing or open–palm fighting, Blaze Combat allowed not only punches and kicks but also elbows, knees, grappling, sweeps, and pushes.
Designed to mimic the lethality of weapons, Blaze Combat had explosive power and a far higher level of danger than boxing, which relied solely on punches while fighters remained on their feet.
Melody knew that Collin’s skill in Blaze Combat had to be formidable–otherwise, someone as strong as Spencer wouldn’t have gone down so easily.
Sure enough, after Melody’s fluent question, the manager’s eyes flashed with surprise.
Still, he nodded confidently, clearly assuming Melody had no idea that Blaze Combat was Collin’s strongest discipline.
After all, Collin had been handpicked by the Gregorians and trained in secret for moments like this. Even though he was Cleussauan by birth, Collin had long since become a weapon for Gregoria
