Chapter 1232

“Did you hear what I’d said to the Rank 10 fighter earlier?” Zeke asked. “That applies to you too.”

The Rank 9 fighter bowed to him and conceded, “I admit defeat.”

The crowd gasped in unison.

Nobody has ever surrendered without a fight!

Zeke had intimidated his opponents into conceding.

Thereafter, the Rank 8, Rank 7, and Rank 6 fighters all backed down without a fight.

The Rank 5 fighter, however, decided to end the humiliation.

“Zeke Williams, you deserve to witness my true power,” he announced.

Zeke frowned. “You’re not going to surrender?”

“Apologies,” the Rank 5 fighter answered. “The word surrender doesn’t exist in my dictionary! Besides, you don’t have the right to tell me to surrender. You may be stronger than the rookies, but you’re nothing compared to the true masters. There’s a huge gap between the abilities of the Rank 6 and Rank 5 fighters, you know.”

“Enough,” Zeke snapped. “I don’t have time for this. Tell everyone to come out. I’ll deal with all of you at one go.”

Hiss!

The Rank 5 fighter snarled at him, his nostrils flaring.

Didn’t you hear what I was saying? Ranks matter here!

You can’t simply brush it aside, just because you don’t have the time!

Why are you telling the others to come out as well?

You’re definitely belittling us!

“Die, b******!” the Rank 5 fighter bellowed, bolting forward.

However, Zeke continued to stand still in the middle of the arena.

The Rank 5 fighter froze just inches before Zeke and fell to the ground like a rock, his nose broken and spurting blood.

He had suffered the same fate as the Rank 10 fighter before him.

Hiss!

Whoa!

The members of the audience jumped in shock.

Rank 5 fighters were amongst the most reliable fighters in the club, yet the one that had faced off against Zeke fell within seconds, as though he were a flimsy piece of paper.

It was clear that Zeke was a force to be reckoned with.

The crowd roared in excitement.

That was the most entertaining fight that they had come across in ages.

The referee sighed, “Rank 5, down. Please welcome the contestant from Rank 4!”

The Rank 4 fighter stepped into the ring with a grim expression.

He could tell that he was no match against Zeke.

“Sir, were you serious about your statement earlier?” he asked Zeke. “The one about getting the rest of the fighters to face you all at once?”

“Of course,” Zeke replied.

“Referee! I’d like to request for the Rank 3, Rank 2, and Rank 1 fighters to join me in the arena against Mr. Williams,” the Rank 4 fighter hollered.

“Approved,” the referee replied. “Please welcome the Rank 3, Rank 2, and Rank 1 fighters into the arena!”

The manager was rather worried as well.

The arena had never seen such humiliation, ever since its establishment.

We’re going to become the joke of the century if anyone gets news that we had to send out three people just to defeat one person!

Is this Zeke Williams here to take over the place?

The young woman at the receptionist’s counter pursed her lips tightly.

He’s much better than I’d expected! That can only mean that his heart is going to be delicious. I’m digging it out, even if it means getting the boss involved!

She took a deep breath and walked towards the office, looking for the boss of the arena.

Soon, the remaining fighters gathered in the ring.

“The four of you will be facing off against Zeke Williams together,” the referee stated. “Any objections?”

“I object!” the Rank 1 fighter Donkey Kong yelled. “Outnumbering and overpowering isn’t something that I’ll agree to do. I won’t be participating in the team fight!”

He turned to the other three fighters. “You three can go ahead. It’ll be great if you can win this, but if you don’t, I’ll deal with him personally!”