Chapter 632 - 631

632 Chapter 631

Everyone at the scene found it difficult to watch.

The weight of King’s fist was well known to all; it was said to have the power to split a sandbag with a single punch.

If it landed on a person’s head, such a fist would surely burst the head open… Brain matter would come spouting out.

Everyone covered their eyes.

Even Brian closed his eyes, with tears leaking from the corners. Clenching his fists tightly, he heard the sound of that forceful punch hitting flesh!

“Bang!!”

That absolute power made Brian realize that his son couldn’t possibly survive it; even if that punch wasn’t to Luke’s head, a blow to the abdomen would cause his internal organs to rupture and lead to his death!

His heart felt like it was being violently grasped, causing Brian so much pain that he momentarily couldn’t breathe.

Luke was his only son!

His father died for the Special Division.

He could die for the Special Division, too.

So could his son!

But still, he felt the pain and despair. Tears welled up in Brian’s eyes…

For a moment, he regretted his decision…

Regretted letting his son join the Special Division…

But he knew he shouldn’t regret it!

As Brian was drowned in despair, he suddenly heard a faint voice. “What are you doing?”

That voice… Was it Luke?

He wasn’t dead?

Brian abruptly opened his eyes and saw a slender figure standing before Luke on the stage, currently stretching out a hand, grasping King’s fist.

The woman stood tall, her hands delicate like tender green shoots, blocking King’s fist perfectly.

King was an African American, and his giant fists and dark skin starkly contrasted Keira’s pale hands, creating a stunning visual impact.

King stood in front of Keira, a full head taller than her, and appeared twice as wide and several times heavier, like the difference between an adult and a child.

Keira easily blocked the punch and looked down at Luke.

Luke was frowning at her. “Step down! This is my battlefield! We can’t lose!”

Keira raised an eyebrow. “You step down. I’ll take over.”

Luke glared at her. “How could you? You’ve just joined the Inner Sect of the Freeman Sect. What do you know about martial arts? You…”

The rest of his words stopped abruptly.

Because Keira didn’t waste words with him, and with a casual wave of her hand, King was forced to stagger backward and could barely keep his balance!

Luke was stunned. “You, you…”

Keira moved her neck around, warming up her shoulders and wrists. “Hello, I am Keera Olsen from the Freeman Sect.”

Luke was dumbstruck.

Everyone below was also stunned.

Even Holly stepped forward anxiously. “Keira, what are you doing? Come down from there…”

The next moment, they heard James laugh proudly. “Allow me to introduce her. This is the senior sister of the Freeman Sect and my little sister, Keera Olsen!”

After saying that, he looked at Luke. “Alright, hurry up and give in. Don’t embarrass yourself up there!”

Although his words conveyed disdain, he had already approached Luke and helped him to get up.

Luke was still in disbelief and looked at Keira. He didn’t speak and was pulled out of the competition area by James, effectively conceding defeat.

Staggering and weak, he stood before Brian. “Dad, I’ve disgraced you.”

Brian clenched his fists, his eyes red with emotion, and his voice choked up. “I’m proud of you!”

Luke’s eyes lit up, and father and son supported each other, looking back toward the stage. After experiencing loss and a brush with death, their eyes were unconsciously filled with a touch of admiration and sincerity when they looked at Keira.

Keira wasn’t looking at the crowd below, nor was she aware that she had unintentionally won over Brian and Luke. She just stared at King.

King was shocked as he looked at her. “You’re very strong.”

Keira said, “Thanks.”

The head of Interpol was baffled, scanning Keira from head to toe in confusion. “You’re the senior sister of the Freeman Sect?”

Keira looked at him coldly. “Is there a problem with that?”

Sweat instantly poured down his forehead. “No, that’s not what I meant…”

Keira didn’t waste any more words but turned to King. “If I beat you, Vera South can stay, right?”

King nodded.

The next second, Keira moved like a darting rabbit, rushing up to him.

Keira was petite, and she could have chosen the same combat path as James.

She could have used her agile movements to play around with King, tiring him out with gasping breaths, then find an opportunity to win the match.

But Keira didn’t do that.

King respected every competitor from the Special Division…

The repeated restraint he had shown toward Luke was evidence of that, so Keira gave this opponent the respect he deserved!

She struck with her strength!!

King was stunned. “Miss Olsen, you’re too arrogant.”

He threw a punch. He hadn’t used his full strength on the punch against Luke, and that was why Keira managed to push him back. This time, he used all his strength!

Keira’s slight frame couldn’t possibly be a match for him!

But what he didn’t expect was…

“Bang!!”

When their fists met, he felt that that tiny fist was as immovable as a hill. He tried with all his might to overcome her, but even with all his strength, he couldn’t make the girl retreat a single step!

Although Keira appeared frail, she was incredibly durable. With a background of enduring hardship from a young age, she also possessed considerable strength. Otherwise, how could she have caught the eye of the Freeman Sect’s Leader just with her flexibility?

Seeing that King was hesitating, Keira smiled. She extended her other hand and waved it through the air a few times before slapping it onto her own fist!

With a “bang,” King was pushed back by Keira, his feet scraping forcefully on the ground as he took several steps backward before he could steady himself, stopping just in time.

King’s eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at Keira. “Impressive! I’d like to challenge you again.”

Yet Keira put away her fists and said calmly, “You lost.”

Surprised, King looked down to realize he had been pushed out of the competition ring without knowing it.

He was dazed for a moment, then gave Keira a fist salute before stepping down from the stage.

Only then did Keira turn to the head of Interpol. “Aren’t you leaving?”

The man gritted his teeth.

Keira, on the other hand, turned and walked toward the cell where Vera was kept. She was going to talk with the prisoner again.