My Substitute CEO Bride

Chapter 228

Bianca actually knew Mike’s moves. Had she also trained under him? Mike had told her that he had never taught others, though!

Just when Wanda was distracted, Bianca struck out toward the right side of her face with a left hook again before she could even react.

The next three straight punches struck Wanda’s chest.

They were quick, accurate, and ruthless. They even left after images.

The force behind the strikes was immense, and Wanda experienced a surge of turbulence during the fight! Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

The final jab landed on Wanda’s head.

If it were not for them wearing gloves, those punches would have been enough to give Wanda a concussion.

The King of Fighters, Mike Thorson, had killed many of his opponents with his fists while wearing gloves.

“She’s asking for trouble.”

The Grim-Faced Juggernaut’s expression sank. She got up and went toward the octagonal cage so fast that she appeared by the door in almost the blink of an eye. With withered hands, she then grabbed the iron door.

However, Nash then grabbed her wrist.

Smiling lightly, Nash asked, “Old lady, what are you doing?”

The Grim-Faced Juggernaut’s collar rustled untouched as her inner power flowed into her

arms.

Nash’s large hand was cast like steel, however, and she could not shake it away no matter how

hard she tried.

Exerting just the slightest force into his hands, Nash then struck the Grim-Faced Juggernaut’s right shoulder with his left palm, immediately dislocating it.

Nash struck again, and the Grim-Faced Juggernaut flew upside down ten meters away and just so happened to land at Simon’s feet.

Simon almost peed from fright. He then hurried forward to help the Grim-Faced Juggernaut to her feet. “A-Are you alright?”

The Grim-Faced Juggernaut held her chest and looked at Nash in horror. She had not expected Nash to attack her.

Was he not afraid of the fact that she was one of the Grenn Bamboo Association’s 10 Juggernauts?

The corners of Nash’s mouth curled into a smile as he said, “This is a fight between boxers. Should you, a martial artist, be participating?”

If she had practiced an external type of martial art, she might not have been able to beat

Bianca. Instead, she practiced an internal type of martial art, so her strength was that of a stage nine grandmaster. She could kill Bianca with just one finger.

When Wanda saw the old woman getting beaten from inside the octagonal cage, she lost her focus again.

Bianca then threw her to the ground before raining a flurry of attacks on her.

Since Wanda had been trying to kill her, she would not go easy either.

There were no rules to the match anyway, so she could hit her however she wanted. She was no saint!

“S-Stop! Stop! I-I give up. I give up! Stop hitting me!”

Wanda had already started begging for mercy.

She knew Bianca was prepared to kill her and was terrified at this moment.

Bianca struck Wanda’s throat hard for the last time, putting a lot of her strength into it.

Wanda’s head tilted, and Bianca slammed her fist on the floor.

Bianca created a hole in the floor, the glove on her right hand bursting apart.

The floor of the octagonal cage was made of ten-centimeter wooden boards and asphalt with a soft carpet on top of it, making it quite tough. One could tell from this that Bianca’s punch had been incredibly powerful.

Wanda’s entire head was swollen as she lay on the ground on her last breath. She was looking at Bianca with eyes full of fear.

She had won 52 boxing matches consecutively after returning to Somer.