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He had clearly seen Cordelia when he was at the back, so he felt somewhat disappointed now.

When the bell rang again, he continued the match with a straight face. He looked toward the audience, hoping to find Cordelia, but little did he expect that he would see Oliver instead.

He was momentarily stunned and frowned in the next second.

‘What is Oliver doing here? How did he learn that I have a match today?’

All sorts of questions appeared in Marcus’s head, and suddenly, he realized something. He shouldn’t have performed so well in the last few rounds. Even though Oliver was not on Matthew’s side, it did not mean that he was on his side either. He must not let Oliver find out his real identity.

That’s right. He was Marcus, not Zephyr!

He stood blankly on the ring. His opponent had already delivered a punch toward him, but he did not evade it this time.

He purposely stood on the spot, allowing his opponent’s fist to land on his forehead, which ripped his skin apart, and blood was splattered everywhere.

“What?”

The audience sighed in disappointment. The people cheering for him all stopped and looked blankly at the ring.

“What is going on? Is he sleeping?”

“Didn’t he fight pretty well in the last few rounds?”

“Seems like this is the best he can do! Sigh! What a disappointment!”

Oliver was frowning as well.

fight. However, Marcus looked like he was sleepwalking. He did not fight back and just protected himself by placing his arms

all!” Someone beside Oliver sneered. “There’s

Cordelia was dumbfounded.

‘That person?’

where Linda was pointing

though it was dimly lit inside the hall,

doing here?” Linda asked, “Could it be

Cordelia bit her lips.

Marcus’ information, so she did not have a good feeling when he

had some sort of grudge against Marcus in

so it was normal for boxers to get hurt.

it, the more

the match was about to start in a few minutes. She was not familiar with the place here, so she

out. She went to

…

The match started.

first few rounds went well, and although the man had also been a reigning champion, he was no match for Marcus. The more Marcus fought, the more enthusiastic the atmosphere on the field became. The audience was screaming,

beast of steel now, and he could easily intimidate his

uppercuts with high precision and hit his opponent in his

the ropes and gasped for air, looking at him with a bit of trepidation. The referee

took the opportunity to look down the ring

He frowned.

when he was at