A hush fell.
No one expected a special situation to arise in today's match.
However, the atmosphere quickly reignited.
It was rare to see a female boxer in a match.
Particularly, Queen Qi's graceful figure, accented by the dim lighting, highlighted her exquisite curves, interweaving violence, slaughter, blood, softness, and femininity, invisibly evoking pity and a crude desire to conquer.
"Ha ha, good, another one coming to meet their death."
The victorious boxer clenched his fist until it creaked menacingly, smirked ferociously, kicked away the loser like a dead dog, and approached Queen Qi.
"Little girl, you disrupt the order of the boxing match. Since you dared to step up, there's no turning back for you now. Personally killing such a beauty must feel great."
After speaking, he licked his tongue, his eyes filled with greed and not a trace of pity for the fairer sex.
"Hmph, don't boast too soon."
