Chapter 1153
Matthew met Miguel’s stare head-on. He couldn’t read his opponent’s twisted thoughts, but he could feel the unmistakable hostility—it was sharp enough to cut the air. After a moment, Matthew’s voice broke the silence.
“Who are you?”
Miguel’s lips curved into a cold grin. “You don’t deserve my name. All you need to know is that this is your last day alive.”
Matthew’s eyes hardened. Without another word, he raised his fists, ready for the fight.
Miguel didn’t waste time either. With a single stride, he swung a heavy punch straight at Matthew’s chest.
Matthew sidestepped the blow with fluid grace, immediately seizing the opening to strike back.
Then came a blur of motion. The two men clashed like thunder—fast, fierce, and precise. In seconds, they had exchanged three powerful blows. Neither had the upper hand, but each understood the other’s strength.
Matthew took a few steps back, heart pounding. This opponent’s power was overwhelming. He had dodged every strike by a hair’s breadth, and it was clear—he couldn’t win this.
Miguel paused, a mocking smile curling at the corner of his mouth. “Not bad. Most can’t last three hits with me. But your luck ends here.”
Miguel lunged again.
Matthew braced himself. He knew he was outmatched, but retreat wasn’t an option. Elliana was counting on him. Every second he held Miguel back mattered. That thought steadied his resolve. He struck back with all he had.
No one else dared to interfere. The lobby fell into silence, save for the sound of fists meeting flesh.
After several fierce exchanges, Miguel saw his moment. He leaped into the air, spinning mid-motion, and delivered a brutal kick to Matthew’s chest.
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The impact was crushing. Matthew was thrown backward like a rag doll, crashing into the wall before collapsing in a heap.
Blood spilled from his mouth as his vision blurred.
“Matthew!” his comrades cried out, rushing to his side.
Matthew tried to push himself up but couldn’t. Pain flooded through his body. With great effort, he turned to his men and rasped, “He’s too strong… We can’t stop him. But even if we can’t… we fight. Hold him off… as long as you can.”
Matthew’s subordinates hesitated. Matthew hadn’t even lasted ten rounds against Miguel. What hope did they have? If they stood in Miguel’s way, he would tear through them one after another, like slicing through ripe fruit.
But the Star Society members had never known fear. They didn’t run from battles—and tonight wouldn’t be the first time they did.
The moment Matthew spoke, every member of Star Society braced themselves. With a defiant roar, they surged toward Miguel.
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