In front of the television, when Jason Luo was knocked down, Grace broke into tears.
"Jason... please stop fighting..."
Henry Luo rushed toward the screen, his forehead drenched in sweat from panic, yet utterly helpless.
When he saw his son nod at the referee, signaling he would continue, the emotions of a father were impossible to put into words—worry mixed with pride. Finally, gritting his teeth, he whispered softly,
"Son, you must hold on..."
But in the very next second, Jason Luo struck back and knocked Carl down.
For a moment, both Grace and Henry Luo rubbed their eyes in disbelief. Then Grace's tears turned into laughter.
"Oh! My Jason's winning! He knocked him down! Henry, look—the referee's counting!"
Henry Luo saw it clearly. Once he was certain it was real, he suddenly roared,
"Good job, son! Beat him down! When you come home tonight, your dad will give you a big reward!"
The roar startled Grace, making her shiver...
Inside the stadium, more than 60,000 spectators were stunned. From the opening bell, this fight had been extraordinary. Just when it seemed momentum leaned toward Carl with a knockdown, Jason Luo immediately turned the tide. Who could have imagined it?
Only the two hundred-plus Jason Luo supporters erupted with excitement. At last, they unfurled their banner, written in both English and Chinese:
"Slay the Tiger, Slay the Dragon! Climb to the Summit! Go, Jason Luo!"
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In the ring, Carl got back to his feet. Though Jason Luo's sudden strike had floored him, his fighting power was still intact. A seeded fighter like him was no joke.
He shot Jason Luo a vicious glare, slammed his fists together, and roared with fury. Nodding hard at the referee, he was desperate for revenge—he wanted nothing more than to drop Jason Luo with one punch!
Feeling the dangerous tension, the referee carefully stepped back two paces before shouting,
"BOX!"
Carl lunged forward immediately. On the other side, Jason Luo, his body burning with pent-up energy, charged in just as fiercely!
At this stage, tricks no longer mattered. Only a fight to the death remained!
With all attributes boosted by 15%, Jason Luo finally had the strength to clash head-on with Carl. They traded blows at close range, neither backing down, every punch carrying the force of life-or-death struggle.
Yet even in this exchange, their styles differed. Jason Luo relied on his boosted durability, absorbing everything except Carl's lethal left hook.
Carl, even in such a frenzied battle, still relied on blocking and slipping to reduce Jason Luo's accuracy. But now, he was shocked to find Jason Luo's punches faster and fiercer than ever before—a complete transformation!
For the first time, Carl began to fall behind!
How was this possible?
Had this kid been hiding his strength all along? Impossible!
The longer they fought, the more unsettled Carl became. But the thought of family honor made him grit his teeth, draw in a deep breath, and fight on with everything he had...
Jason Luo wasn't having it easy either. Even with his full stat boost, he still couldn't crush Carl outright. If he failed to finish within the time limit, all hope would vanish!
Unfortunately, though Jason Luo held the Minor Title, he dared not use it. Carl's deadly left hook was still there. The Title would boost his momentum, but cloud his mind—making him vulnerable to Carl's counter.
With no other choice, Jason Luo pushed his stamina to the limit, intensifying his offense and pressing Carl back!
Neither had any retreat left. When warriors meet on a narrow path, only the brave prevail!
The fight turned savage.
Jason Luo absorbed Carl's punches head-on. Carl's left hook was deadly, his right fist just as brutal. Every blow left purple welts, and when two punches landed on the same spot, the skin began to bleed!
Carl tried to dodge and block, but Jason Luo's full-powered assault made it impossible to evade them all. Since defeating Wuriqiu, Jason Luo's raw Strength had grown, and each punch now carried crushing force, driving Carl backward step by step...
But Carl gritted his teeth and kept charging, retreating yet refusing to collapse!
The stadium fell into silence. Tens of thousands of spectators held their breath, eyes fixed on every strike.
"Bang! Bang! Bang, bang!" The sound of fists pounding flesh echoed like firecrackers. Sweat sprayed, then turned into blood mist under the relentless barrage. It felt like the crowd had been thrown back into a Roman colosseum. This wasn't just boxing anymore—it was a battle for survival!
The commentator had fallen silent, unable to keep pace. Every second, both fighters landed blows simultaneously. Every second, either could fall. He had no words to describe such brutality...
Time blurred. Eventually, both Jason Luo and Carl froze, their bloodshot eyes locked, chests heaving, blood dripping from their gloves.
Jason Luo's entire upper body was swollen, covered in purple bruises like cupping marks. His nose bled freely, and a cut split across his face.
Carl's body seemed less battered, but his head was almost unrecognizable. The lump on his forehead had been smashed flat into a crater, his lips were torn, his ears split.
The difference came down to height—Carl at 178 cm, Jason Luo at 184. Jason Luo's counters struck Carl's head more, while Carl focused his attacks on Jason Luo's torso. Carl had wanted to land his left hook to the head, but Jason Luo's guard was too tight, forcing him to target the body instead.
The suffocating pause lasted only seconds. Both men roared and crashed together again—this was the true showdown!
Every heart in the arena clenched. No one dared predict the outcome anymore. This was hero against warrior—a battle to the death!
The audience rose to their feet, breath held. Not a cheer, not a shout—just silence.
Men clenched fists, veins bulging, waiting for one to fall.
Women turned their heads away, unable to bear the blood-soaked spectacle, yet curiosity forced them to glance back again and again...
Brown and Raul gripped the ropes tightly, hearts ready to leap out. They were prepared to jump in the moment something went wrong.
Jason Luo sensed the third round nearing its end, and frustration burned in his chest. Carl was a monster—beaten bloody, yet still standing!
But Carl was finished. Not out of fear, but because his stamina was gone.
Unlike Jason Luo, he had no special ability to sustain him. From the opening bell until now, he had fought at full throttle, and his body could no longer keep up.
His punches slowed, weakened. Yet knowing the round was almost over, Carl forced his body to keep moving.
Jason Luo, with superior Stamina, immediately sensed the change. This kid's done! Gritting his teeth, he unleashed a massive hook, sending Carl staggering backward.
Seeing the chance, Jason Luo stormed forward, unleashing lefts and rights in a wild barrage. Carl tried to dodge and block, but his body couldn't respond. Jason Luo's strikes smashed through, sending him crashing to the canvas...
The arena exploded!
The pent-up roar finally erupted.
"Fuck! That was insane! This is boxing! This is fighting! This is what real men do!"
"Invincible warriors! Glory to the heroes!"
"Damn it! A fight like this comes once in a lifetime! Carl, you're a man—get the hell up!"
"Get up! Don't fall! This is the final battle—the warrior's fight!"
"Get up! Get up!"
The thunderous chant of tens of thousands shook snow from the canopy above the ring.
And down on the canvas, Carl, amidst the deafening roar, clenched his teeth, gripped the ropes, and dragged himself up inch by inch!
In that moment, Jason Luo's heart trembled. Damn... this was a true warrior. He could only smile bitterly.
When Carl finally stood tall again, the military stadium erupted in thunderous applause. At that moment, most of the crowd was in tears.
Carl deserved it. At that moment, the glory of the Fraser family blazed like gold upon him!
(To be continued!)
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