Counterfeit Hero

His swollen face had deformed his nose, and after the numbness wore off, his face felt like it was burning. Even the slightest touch or breeze felt like a knife cutting. Fatty’s slap was truly vicious. The tattooed man panted, his eyes roaming over Fatty. He glanced to one side of the fighting arena where his coach stood, who was also his boss and his best friend.

"Just one more try, if it doesn’t work, surrender immediately. This Fatty is strange!" The tattooed man thought to himself, his eyes fixed on Fatty’s throat and groin. In Special Forces’ hand-to-hand combat, there were no fancy tricks; it was all about neutralizing the enemy with one move. The tattooed man licked his dry lips; these techniques he practiced every day, never letting them go to waste over the year he had been imprisoned.

To immediately give up in front of an opponent he had just easily defeated was truly hard for the tattooed man to accept! So, he pounced like lightning, his hands like steel pincers, aiming straight for Fatty’s throat. As long as he grasped this vital spot, even the most formidable enemy could only widen their eyes, clutch their throat, hiss, and then fall helplessly!

This scene was all too familiar to the tattooed man; he had created the exact same picture countless times on the battlefield!

Closer, his hand was just a few centimeters away from Fatty’s throat, and a vicious smile crept onto his face! In the blink of an eye, this Fatty would fall before him!

The blink of an eye he never got because, for the tattooed man, he would never have another chance to blink. Just as his fingertips almost felt Fatty’s body heat and touched his skin, Fatty shifted slightly, and a lightning-fast straight punch shattered the tattooed man’s Adam’s apple with the protruded second knuckle of his middle finger.

For the Fatty who had been lying on the ground, the tattooed man’s movements and reactions were already too slow! His exhaustion sealed his fate.

Watching the once mighty tattooed prisoner fall, eyes wide open, into the flying dust, the nobles were stunned. This unexpected turn of events in the bloody duel left them speechless. No one expected that in this bloody fight, the prey would turn into the most vicious predator with a lightning-fast, deadly strike. Fatty’s skills now were completely different from before.

"Fatty, I know this Fatty!" A short Gazalin noble suddenly shouted, jumping and gesticulating excitedly like a juggling monkey, his face red with excitement. "I saw him at Prince Stephen’s celebration ball! He even played a mobile phone recording, saying that Carey and Martin..."

Just as he was saying this, the short noble suddenly remembered something, closed his mouth tightly, and glanced to the side, where Carey’s son from the Ministry of Information stood not far away in the stands, glaring at him.

Hearing the short noble, several other nobles who had attended the ball also remembered this Fatty. Instantly, discussions broke out.