Roselle's eyes lit up. Truth be told, the series of battles he just witnessed had his blood boiling, making him almost want to jump in and test his own agility of 15 points to see just how fast that truly was. However, he knew that challenging these seasoned fighters, who had been through life-and-death struggles, was something that could only remain a fantasy. True combat isn't something that can be reduced to mere numbers.

Roselle had confidence in his ability to handle numerous ordinary people or thugs, but stepping into the ring with those ferocious fighters was a different matter altogether. Now, with Caesar finally stepping into the arena, Roselle was both anxious and excited. He had witnessed Caesar's prowess against brutal henchmen before, describing it as overwhelming would be an understatement. But how would Caesar fare against the current crop of fighters? It was time to find out.

"Boom." Within the allotted minute to enter the ring, participants needed to jog up, and Caesar was no exception. He charged from the seating area like a powerful black bear, leaping heavily onto the over-one-meter-high platform, causing the elastic surface to ripple under his substantial weight.

"Wow, he doesn’t look like a contestant at all; he seems more like a bodyguard. But damn, look how manly he is," exclaimed a typical fangirl.

"With that long hair slicked back, doesn't he look like that wrestler from the U.S.?" another spectator commented.

"I think he looks more like a fierce lion king," said someone else.

"Coming straight from the seating area, this guy must be a bodyguard. No wonder the assistant had no information on him."

"It seems he's the young bodyguard of Jiang's second son. But who is this young man anyway?"

Dressed in a black suit, Caesar cut an imposing figure. His golden hair was tied back, and his expression was a mix of coolness and mild cruelty. When the camera zoomed in on him, he captured the attention of the entire audience, especially since he had jumped straight from the seats onto the stage.

"Hey, beat that Korean jerk up; just looking at him annoys me," O'Neill yelled haughtily, feeling even more exhilarated than Roselle, the actual host. His sunglasses, the symbol of his bravado, had long vanished in his excitement.

"Oh, he's taking off his clothes." Due to the one-minute time limit for entering the stage, Caesar began undressing on the platform, first removing his suit and then the restrictive black shirt.

"Wow, check out those muscles. They look like they’re cast in steel. Amazing, he's so impressive!"

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The crowd was stunned!

Caesar's steel-like skin wasn't just a figure of speech; it had the characteristics of metal. He had been designed by Roselle to be powerfully built, making his muscular physique the epitome of strength. Clothed, he appeared as a vigorous, strong man, but once stripped, the contrast was stunning enough to drop jaws.

"White big guy, I’m going to kick your head off and smash your balls," threatened the Korean fighter, clearly upset with the attention Caesar was drawing. Despite his two consecutive wins, he couldn’t rival this bodyguard's flair. Moreover, he intended to fight in a suit and shoes?

Furious and envious, he was beyond words!

"Ha... I'll crush you!" As soon as the referee stepped aside, signaling the start of the bout, the Taekwondo expert launched himself at Caesar, driven by his raging jealousy, and unleashed a sweeping kick.

The kick was so powerful it sliced the air with a crackling sound, attesting to its strength and speed. For an ordinary person, it would have been a concussion-inducing blow.

But Caesar was no ordinary man, nor an average fighter. So when the Taekwondo master landed his kick squarely on Caesar’s head, what should have been a knockout turned into an act of desperation as the Korean let out a wail of agony.

"My foot!" he cried, though the crowd, amidst all the noise, didn't catch the sound of bones cracking.

"What happened?" Tyrant and several other top fighters stood from their seats, eyes wide, stunned by what they witnessed.

However, Caesar, the recipient of this kick, gave no time for the audience to ponder. He had taken the hit, which was almost impossible to avoid, not because he intended to but due to the attacker's remarkable skill. Otherwise, the Korean wouldn’t have won two matches and still had enough energy to fight on. At least, his agility and kicking speed were tough to handle, similar to the first opponent Zhangzhou faced.

Yet, the Korean's luck ended here. As he cried out in pain, trying to distance himself from his opponent, he horrifyingly realized that a furious Caesar was already upon him.

With a loud "snap," Caesar's strong hand grabbed the Korean's ankle, which hadn't retracted in time due to the fracture. Then, the entire arena felt Caesar’s beastly roar.

"Oh, he's lifted him up!" screamed a spectator.

Indeed, seizing the ankle was just the beginning. Caesar pulled the Korean close, his hands like vice grips on the man's armpits, his immense strength immobilizing the opponent.

"Roar." With another beast-like growl, Caesar lifted the Korean over his head, creating an illusion of two heads facing each other, before hurling him bodily onto the platform.

"Boom." The impact resonated throughout the arena as Caesar slammed the man down like a dead fish.

Silence fell over the crowd—complete silence!

This move, usually seen only in American wrestling shows, was executed with greater violence and impact here, and why not? This wasn't a show; it was wanton destruction.

"Roar." Fueled by his innate savagery, Caesar roared triumphantly, echoing the commanding presence of a raging lion king, or a wrathful black bear.

"He's so strong." "Who brought him here?" "His opponent is finished."

The arena remained silent for a long moment, except for Caesar's ferocious roars. As for the Korean who had boasted of kicking Caesar’s head off, he likely had his entire skeleton shattered, his fingers twitching occasionally, chilling spectators to the bone.

"What’s the name of this bodyguard?"

"He seems to be the second most likely to earn a ticket, right after Tyrant."

"Do you think he’ll continue fighting?"