Chapter 233: Thrown Away

In Box 15, Belinda Harris was frowning at the arena below, her face full of conflict.

"Do you think that guy can win?"

"If it's a fair fight, then Lucky Andre has a ten out of ten chance of winning."

The one answering was a burly man in his thirties wearing sunglasses. He was Belinda Harris's security consultant: "Don't be fooled by the media's comments. I've noticed that those speaking up now are either so-called experts of some local renown or retired fighters of modest skill. But the true fighting legends and veteran commentators have avoided in-depth discussion of Andre's real strength, or even steered clear of the topic."

"So that guy is sure to win, right?"

Belinda clenched her fists: "Damn it! Angela will definitely like him more."

"That may not necessarily be a sure win."

The security consultant shook his head: "I have many comrades in Atlanta, and from them I've learned some things. I know this young master of the Wiltonshire family is no simpleton. He now faces an exceptionally powerful opponent. So external factors cannot be ignored; they will try every means to strike him down. And Arcadis Sporting Goods Company will not sit idly by while their fighter suffers consecutive defeats at his hands."

"Miss Harris, do you need me to do something for you?"

The voice came from a woman dressed in business attire: "If you're willing, we can try to manipulate the outcome of the matches. We can't do anything about today's, but for the subsequent ones, there are ways to intervene. We can ruin his reputation so he'll never appear before you or Miss Medici again!"

"We can try—"

Before Belinda could fully utter the word 'try,' she felt an inexplicable irritation and disgust in her heart. The thought of possibly harming that detestable youth made her very uncomfortable.

"Why do this? It's a despicable thing. You can't hurt my Andre. I hate you. Get out of here. From now on, you're fired!"

The businesswoman's face turned pale, and she looked at Belinda with utterly bewildered eyes, then turned to her colleagues around her.

She didn't understand why the method that had always worked to please Belinda Harris had suddenly failed today.

The security consultant noticed the questioning look from his colleague and sighed inwardly. He roughly knew the reason; it was likely the backlash of 'Love's Gaze.' Although Belinda herself was still resisting fiercely, she would eventually fall into an intense infatuation with that Andre, unable to extricate herself.

But he couldn't blame the other party. When their young lady used her innate charm technique and 'Love's Gaze,' she had done so with great malice. Now that she had fallen into the other's hands, what was there to complain about?

At that moment, the businesswoman's gaze had turned to 'pleading.' After thinking it over, the security consultant decided to help her out: "Miss, Barari only wanted to help you. If you don't want it, just don't let her intervene. EMM~ The match has started."

...

On the wide arena, it had indeed entered the final countdown before the match.

"Three! Two! One! Zero! Start!"

The moment the referee uttered the word 'start,' Cadio Rhodes's body began to swell, and a red glow appeared in his eyes.

In just two breaths, Cadio Rhodes's entire body had expanded to a height of 2.4 meters. His armor seemed specially modulated, perfectly adapting to his bodily changes.

This scene also excited the spectators in the stands, who erupted in waves of cheers and screams.

"A level seven berserker, with the bloodline of the Minotaur!"

"Such a strong aura, almost condensing into source armor."

"Haha, that kid is doomed!"

"Listen, your luck ends here! From now on, you're Unlucky Andre. Cadio will definitely crush you!"

"Look, that's our great warrior Cadio Rhodes!"

"Give up now, at least you won't lose too badly!"

"Good job, Cadio, go crush him! If I were you, I'd twist that hateful face of his into a pretzel!"

At this moment, the vast majority of women present in the stands were covering their lips in shock and worry.

"I also hate your face. Please protect it, Mr. Wiltonshire!"

With this roar, Cadio's figure suddenly carried a blood-red shadow, charging at Li Chenmo like a gale.

Compared to the 'Source Charge' skill of magic warriors, the berserker's 'Wild Charge' was more domineering, more powerful, with greater force and speed, much fiercer!

But facing him, Li Chenmo didn't even draw his sword. He merely sidestepped slightly, advancing instead of retreating, dodging the swinging Viking axe in the nick of time. Then, with a smooth pull and push, he sent Cadio Rhodes's entire body flying through the air, uncontrollably traveling over thirty meters before crashing heavily onto the ground outside the arena with a thunderous boom.

This sight immediately plunged most of the surrounding stands into deathly silence.

Not until the referee waved a red flag and loudly declared, 'Out of the arena, five points,' did they recover, while the female spectators erupted in screams as if reaching a climax.

"That's the technique of using four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds."

In Box 45, Oliver's eyes narrowed: "It seems his defeat of James Lanster was indeed not due to luck. His speed is also fast, exceeding the level of a normal fifth-level magic swordsman."

"This Cadio, his movements are very uncoordinated; it should be a side effect of the modulation."

Jennifer Wiltonshire frowned, looking toward Abraham Archibald's Box 9 with a somewhat disappointed gaze: "If it's only this level, then that guy is doomed!"

"Indeed."

Oliver could understand Jennifer's feelings. Today's match would, to a large extent, determine the situation their young lady would face in the future.

"But I guess Mr. Archibald and Councilman Jakes wouldn't be so careless. This should be a problem with Cadio Rhodes himself."

At that moment, in Box 9, Abraham Archibald's face was ashen: "Does he really think he can defeat Andre Lee Wiltonshire with his own strength? Even after we told him that, it was useless. And his coach is a piece of crap!"

"Children are inevitably naive."

Councilman Cressy Jakes's demeanor and tone remained calm and composed: "Cadio still has two more chances; he hasn't lost yet. His opponent will make him face reality."