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Chapter 1617 Nigel's fighting spirit surged upon hearing those words. Initially, he had teetered on the brink of surrender, but now determination coursed through his veins.

What an arrogant rascal! Nigel thought in silence.

Bernett and Hannah exchanged nervous glances. Their palms were coated with a film of perspiration. Their emotions mirrored Nigel's, which were a blend of anxiety and anticipation.

“Just a moment ago,” Dominic chortled, "he boasted of defeating opponents with a single hand. Now, the tables have turned. He's the one challenged to fight using only one hand. Perhaps this old folk won't emerge victorious in such a duel!" Dominic's laughter echoed through the room, which further drew angry glares from the Finch family.

Dylan Yarrow, ever stoic, made no move to silence Dominic. Dominic's 7/9 13:01 Tue, 4 Jun Chapter 1617 Nigel's Defeat laughter added a layer of rivalry. The tension hung thick in the air, a clash of pride and skill.

Nigel stood opposite Emmanuel. They formed a mismatched pair. Any discerning observer could see that Nigel's skill paled in comparison to the formidable Emmanuel. Dominic, ever the provocateur, openly mocked the Finch family. His laughter echoed. It was a taunt that cut deeper than any blade. But he was no mere spectator. His motives remained shrouded. Could he be a warlord in disguise, using this spectacle to prove allegiance or seek refuge with the Quillen family? "You little brat!" Nigel's voice cracked, rage boiling over. "I'll kill you! I'm going to kill you!" Shwashed over him. That was the greatest shof his life. His eyes. turned bloodshot, and he launched a desperate attack against Emmanuel.

Desperation fueled his blows.

How unreasonable! 2/9 Chapter 1617 Nigel's Defeat How unreasonable! For decades, Nigel had been the challenger, the one who tested others' mettle. Now, the tables were cruelly turned. Emmanuel, that scoundrel, had pushed arrogance to its limits. His death seemed well-deserved.

Yet, despite Nigel's determination and the strength exerted to the breaking. point, Emmanuel remained unscathed.

In the arena, the spectators craned their necks, eyes riveted on the unfolding spectacle. Between Nigel and Emmanuel, an invisible galaxy of difference stretched. It was a cosmic expanse separating skill from futility.

"Old folk, you're too pathetic!" a voice sneered from the crowd. "Did you start the gpretending to be strong?" The words hung heavy, a collective judgment that echoed through the air.

"He madelose my bet," another voice chimed in, bitterness lacing the words. "Acted all tough, he did. But he's both weak and pretentious. Talking about this shameless guy!" The crowd murmured in agreement, their disdain Chapter 1617 Nigels Defeat palpable.

swears erupted with

cold,

in his decades of martial arts had he faced such humiliation. The crowd's jeers were a

only he could kill Emmanuel. But fate was cruel. It was a taunting reminder of Nigel's inadequacy when Emmanuel fought with one hand. Nigel further earned himself

a pair of panda-like bruises

Nigel start off as a monkey and Chapter 1617 Nigel's Defeat end up as a panda. It's like you are performing a magic show!" His words. danced with mischief, a nod to the

almost performed Adriel's "Dance with Your Way" right

the chorus. His relief was palpable, a million-dollar weight lifted. "Finally, I won a million!" he exclaimed, voice booming. "Don't calla jinx anymore!" The crowd erupted, their cheers

ground laid Nigel, defeated and broken. His spirit had crumbled, worse than

of pride. "If I hadn't started by letting you use only one hand,” he rasped, “and

still being stubborn, Emmanuel simply hid both of his 5/9 Chapter 1617 Nigel's Defeat arms and offered. "Nigel, how about this. I'll let you use both legs and one hand, is that acceptable?" Nigel's leap was fueled by vengeance. "You said it yourself,” he spat, rising from the ground. "If you die, don't blanyone else!" This was what he wanted to

leaving pride and desperation as his only weapons. If he failed now, he would be branded the lousiest and dumbest fighter in history. It was a title no one

With a single leg, Emmanuel delivered a kick that reverberated through Nigel's skull, knocking out teeth and shattering resolve! Pain exploded, and Nigel's surrender was inevitable. "I surrender! I surrender!"

from his toothless mouth,

up by Emmanuel. The situation mirrored the famous poet, Gemma Mann's quote "How utterly tragic!" Emmanuel's

His sincerity was evident.