Chapter 166 The Fight Club (2/2)

Igor's eyes widened, and managed to gasp out, ”YOU'RE Ice?!”

He had heard the commentator call him Ice, but he didn't believe it. No matter how he looked at it, this was hardly the look of such a champion. The young boy, despite the impressive looking tattoo on his arm, looked like he would be in some pretty boy band.

Igor expected a Goliath and he got an ant?

He wanted to laugh, he truly did but he found that he couldn't. His laugh was caught in his throat as Ice approached. The closer Ice got, the more intimidated he felt. Why would he be so scared at this young one?

He didn't want to show his fear so he put up a more fiercer expression.

Everyone else watched the scene in fascination. They had all heard about Ice. The physical characteristics matched, especially since he revealed his dragon tattoo. What they didn't expect, just like everyone else, was how young the boy was.

Kyle put up three fingers.

”What's that supposed to mean?” Igor barked.

”I will give you three moves,” Kyle explained, ”Without attacking. In fact, I won't even move from this spot.”

Igor was stupified.

Without a word, he charged ahead of Kyle, swinging that large arm of his straight to Kyle's head. Kyle simply looked at him, seemingly bored and just as the fist was about to land, he turned his head to one side.

The fist brushed past his face, but did not land.

”One”, Kyle counted.

Although surprised, Igor didn't stop and the other hand was already on its way to punch Kyle in the gut. Kyle twisted to one side, bending at a nearly 45 degrees angle and the fist passed through the air, again narrowly missing its target. Despite the way he bent over, Kyle's feet never moved from its original spot.

”Two”, Kyle said with a yawn, looking at Igor and raised an eyebrow.

Igor roared in frustration and attempted to crush Kyle's head by bringing his two arms together in a large clap. Kyle ducked at the last microsecond while internally scoffing. Such a basic, stupid move that could be avoided so easily? Obviously, Igor was as dumb as how his name implied.

”Three,” Kyle said, ”My turn.”

From that crouched position, Kyle brought up his palm and smashed Igor's chin from underneath. Igor head jarred and ears rang from the impact, the force making his jaw clench hard. He saw stars and was disoriented.

Before he could think of anything, he felt his body being hit in three places. The force of each hit was akin to being pummeled with a blunt force weapon, sending intense pain throughout his entire body. His eyes glazed over and he fell back, hitting the back of his head on the ground and promptly got knocked out.

The arena was in dead silence.

The fight didn't even last three minutes. They had clearly seen the stumbling giant attack the young boy yet none of his hits landed. It seemed so stupid, really, as the guy kept punching but hitting nothing but air.

To them, it looked like Igor had absolutely no coordination and could not see his target properly. True, they saw Kyle moved but he had done it with such little effort that it hardly looked like he was dodging expertly. It was akin to someone stepping aside when someone was running at them.

The next thing they know, the mountain fell. They didn't even manage to catch the fast movements of Ice. He just got up from a crouched position and then, Igor was down.

”Next?” Kyle said as he faced the crowd, his eyes startling cold and unfeeling. It was at that moment everyone knew why his nickname was ”Ice”. One felt like their soul was frozen.

For the next two hours, Kyle fought without a break. Although it could clearly be seen that he was getting tired as he was breathing heavier, his moves had not slowed down in any way. One by one, the challengers were put down quickly.

Bob felt his role as a commentator was completely useless at this point.

The fights were just too brutal and quick that he didn't even have a chance to say anything. As the fights progressed, people started betting on Kyle only - which basically meant, again, that the Club was suffering a loss when paying up all of the winning bets.

The bookies were crying internally.

Suddenly, the door banged open.

Instinctively, everyone turned to look at who was walking in with such an entrance. Their voices died in their throat when they saw a man walk through the door, his impressive figure and aura dominating the place.

Everyone recognised him immediately.

It was the King of the Underworld himself.

Nitocris.