CHAPTER 624. FIGHT FOR YOU. A Debt

Madness was now part of the moment. The audience swung between shouts of encouragement and curses as every passing second brought them closer to either winning or losing their bets.

In his private box, Wexler looked more anxious than ever. Thirteen challengers had already entered the cage, and Kyle was showing signs of wear. Because he had to be tired, right? He had to be, after enduring thirteen fights. But he didn’t seem like he was about to collapse.

He had a couple of cuts above his eyebrow, a shoulder that was less functional, and a lot of aimless pacing inside the cage. The next one! The next one would be the one to take him down! Wexler consoled himself. But when the next one also fell at the King’s feet, Sir Lionel Wexler began to understand what true terror was. The narrator’s remarks certainly weren’t helping.

“THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! THREE LEFT! ONLY THREE REMAIN TO FACE THE CHALLENGER! THIS HAS BEEN A CRAZY NIGHT, BUT