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A Rose 400
A Rose 400
Back in the underground boxing ring, the audience members were craning their necks, looking forward to a good show. They waited eagerly to see Yvette have the daylights beaten out of her. Content © NôvelDrama.Org.
Tyson’s face twisted menacingly. “Filthy whore, you asked for this!”
With a sinister gaze, he sent a savage thrust at Yvette. If Yvette had been caught in the punch, she would have been injured severely, if not dead.
The voices in the audience grew louder with excitement.
“Woo–hoo, Tyson really shows no mercy! That punch is a death blow, looks like you’re all losing your bets! I’m winning this round!”
The losing bettors started swearing at the boxers.
“Fucking piece of shit, you’ll make me lose all my money again if you can’t even take one hit!”
“Yeah, useless trash, why bother getting into the ring if you can’t even hold a punch?”
Before they could curse even more, Yvette easily sidestepped Tyson’s fatal blow.
Yvette’s eyes gleamed in that familiar way that sent shivers down one’s spine. With a backhand strike, she landed a punch on Tyson’s face.
Tyson let out a blood–curdling cry, falling to the ground in a single blow. His hefty body made a resounding boom as he fell to the floor.
“Do you yield?” Yvette took her time putting down her fists, her voice sounding like she couldn’t care less.
Tyson’s face was white with shock. Clearly, he didn’t think he’d be beaten by such a young woman. His eyes turned terribly diabolical.
This was complete and utter humiliation!
“No!” Tyson gritted his teeth, scrambling to his feet. “I’ll kill you, you filthy bitch!”
He was the King of the Ring! He could never lose to some scrawny woman!
Yvette’s patience had reached its limit. Ruthlessness flashed across her eyes. Not wasting any more time on words, she delivered her punches with techniques that were even more savage than Tyson’s.
Blow after blow landed on Tyson’s face, leaving him unable to find an opening to retaliate.
The punches looked as though they should’ve been weak and feeble, but Tyson was beaten until his face was bruised and his mouth was bloody.
The audience stared in shocked disbelief as they watched this unnerving scene unfold.
“Good god, are you seeing what I’m seeing? Tyson’s being beaten up by a woman?!”
“He’s basically being strung up and walloped at this point. Tyson’s famous for his formidable punches in this ring, but he’s clearly no match for her…”
“Holy shit, where did she come from? That’s brutal…”
Jared, who had been watching the fight from the bleachers, shivered in terror. Fucking hell, this dumb bitch was terrifying!
Tyson choked. “Stop, stop! I yield!”
Tyson’s battered face swelled like a pig’s head, looking quite comical.
Yvette stopped her attacks nonchalantly. Her face was both cold and impatient as she scoffed derisively. “And you call yourself the King of the Ring?”
Those blows that Tyson had left on Madison had now been paid back tenfold.
Upon hearing this, hatred seemed to spill from Tyson’s eyes. How dare this ugly shrew say such
humiliating things after beating him to a pulp!
As Yvette turned to leave the ring, Tyson’s stare turned even more venomous. He lunged at her, drawing out a dagger that he had concealed on his body.
He did this in a smooth, practiced motion that showed that he had used such dirty tricks before in matches with other boxers. 2
“Die, you fucking bitch!”