Chapter 175: A Single Kick Sent Him Flying Thirty-Plus Feet!

"Ugh..." Gustave reeled from Evan Gates's last strike, his head swimming. A counterattack never even crossed his mind. All he could do was turtle up, arms raised, blocking again and again. From the outside, they moved so fast that onlookers might have thought the match still hung in the balance. In truth, Gustave could not even swing back. He hid behind his forearms, absorbing blow after blow. Evan had not infused his punches with inner strength; he relied only on raw, unadorned power. Even so,...