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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.

getting more and more aggressive throughout the fight. However, Marcus looked like he was sleepwalking. He did not

isn’t Zephyr at all!” Someone beside Oliver sneered. “There’s no way Zephry would

Cordelia was dumbfounded.

‘That person?’

where Linda was pointing and saw

inside the hall,

doing here?” Linda asked, “Could it be that

Cordelia bit her lips.

going around and asking about Marcus’ information, so she

be that he had some sort of grudge against

boxers to get hurt.

it, the more anxious she

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

her phone out. She

…

The match started.

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, and many people were dancing with their banners to cheer for the man in the

now, and he could easily

several uppercuts with high precision and hit his opponent in

with a bit of trepidation. The referee called the end of this round, and both sides took a

the opportunity to look down the ring

He frowned.

at the back, so he