"Huh?" Bryce Gu, who had just closed his eyes, suddenly snapped them open.
Everyone suddenly felt a chill run down their spines.
Victor Frost squinted, eyes locked fiercely on Boarzilla pinned against the wall.
Suddenly.
A cold, piercing gaze flashed from nearby.
Just as Victor Frost was about to move, a black figure shot forward like lightning, hurtling straight at him.
Victor Frost swung the cheetah’s spine in his hand, whipping it straight at the charging Boarzilla.
Bang!
The blow landed squarely on Boarzilla’s body.
But Boarzilla didn’t stop—instead, it barreled forward, its broken tusks smashing fiercely into Victor Frost’s chest.
How is this possible?!
Victor Frost’s eyes widened as Boarzilla drove him across the arena, tusks pinning him toward the far wall.
He roared, unleashing a surge of inner strength, pounding Boarzilla’s skull with his fists.
Bang!
Bang!
Thuds echoed as Victor Frost’s fists hammered Boarzilla’s skull, caving it in and crushing the bone.
But Boarzilla didn’t seem to feel any pain at all!
It powered forward, wild and unstoppable—like a falling star!
Boom!
Victor Frost’s whole body was smashed into the wall.
Boarzilla roared and kept charging relentlessly, its thick hooves churning up dust.
Victor Frost’s strength surged; realizing his fists weren’t working, he grabbed Boarzilla’s broken tusk, face flushed, and grunted as he tried to throw the beast off.
But right now, Boarzilla was acting like it was on steroids—Victor quickly realized the beast’s strength had become monstrous!
To everyone else, it looked like Victor Frost was being rammed into the wall by Boarzilla.
Only Evan Lin could see the Three Maiden Spirits merging into Boarzilla, their faces twisted in ferocious effort.
Neither side could gain the upper hand.
Luke Lu’s expression shifted, a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.
“This Boarzilla... is no ordinary beast,” Bryce Gu murmured after a long pause.
A wild boar that can match someone at peak Inner Strength—there are hardly any in history.
“Boss Lu, will you sell this Boarzilla?” Bryce Gu turned to Luke Lu, asking for his opinion.
“Uh…” Luke Lu was stunned.
He was still debating whether to jump in and help Victor Frost. If a Medicine King Valley Guardian got killed by a wild boar here, that beast would become famous—but Luke Lu’s Beast Arena would be ruined.
Luke Lu wasn’t dumb enough to risk his Beast Arena going up against a giant like Medicine King Valley.
He hadn’t expected Bryce Gu to ask such a question at this moment.
“Right! We should use this to help Grand-Old-Master recover!” Yvonne Zhu’s eyes lit up.
A wild boar that’s reached peak Inner Strength—its meat should be incredibly nourishing, maybe even better than some spirit medicines.
“Name your price!” Yvonne Zhu said, turning to Luke Lu.
Luke Lu was still in a daze, about to say something, when his gaze shifted to the Beast Arena—Boarzilla suddenly jerked its head and sent Victor Frost flying.
Victor Frost spun through the air, landing on one foot—barely steadying himself before Boarzilla charged again like lightning.
Boarzilla’s skull was shattered, its eye sockets crushed, blood streaking its pitch-black fur—yet its presence was terrifyingly fierce.
Victor Frost saw Boarzilla charging straight at him—he gritted his teeth and lashed out with a flying kick.
His foot smashed into Boarzilla’s ear, cramming it into the beast’s skull—but Boarzilla didn’t slow down at all. Its broken tusks found their mark, stabbing at Victor’s throat!
Boarzilla charged on with Victor Frost in tow. Victor’s inner strength surged as he kept hammering Boarzilla’s head, but nothing could stop the beast.
“This boar’s a monster!”
“What is this thing? Its head’s half crushed and it’s still that strong!”
The crowd forgot about their bets—everyone just stared in shock at the rampaging Boarzilla.
Unmatched brute strength!
Victor Frost was less than ten meters from the wall.
Boarzilla’s broken tusks were pressed against Victor Frost’s neck—at this speed, if they hit the wall, those tusks would pierce straight through his throat!
Eight meters!
Six meters!
Victor Frost’s face turned pale.
Only three meters left.
From the stands, Luke Lu suddenly sprang into action, launching himself like a blade toward Victor Frost at the edge of the Beast Arena.
Just one meter left—Luke Lu kicked Victor Frost aside, sending him flying, and in the next instant Boarzilla’s head smashed into the wall.
Victor Frost’s face was ashen—he’d never felt so close to death.
Luke Lu frowned at the dazed Boarzilla. “Damn, what kind of freak is this? When I bought it, it was fine—now, just a few days later, it’s mutated or something.”
Boarzilla shot Luke Lu a cold look, then turned its attention back to Victor Frost.
“Still not done?” Luke Lu snorted, white mist surging around him like a shield.
Inner strength unleashed!
No wonder Luke Lu’s so famous—looks like Boarzilla finally pissed him off. Pseudo-Vajra and peak Inner Strength seem close, but the gap’s a chasm. Too bad for that wild beast.
Many people shook their heads and sighed.
Boarzilla charged at Victor Frost with lethal intent.
A cold gleam flashed in Luke Lu’s eyes—he appeared in front of Boarzilla in an instant. Waves of inner strength surged out, bulging his muscles as he swung a massive fist, whipping up a killing wind.
The wind and Luke Lu’s fist crashed into Boarzilla.
Boom!
A deafening crash echoed.
Boarzilla roared—its flesh was stripped away, exposing bone. Luke Lu’s punch shattered its skull and snapped its neck; the head crashed to the floor.
Three Maiden Spirits seeped out of Boarzilla, eyes icy, swirling around Luke Lu and licking their lips as if deciding where to strike.
Luke Lu felt a chill in the air, glanced at the lifeless Boarzilla, then helped Victor Frost up. He looked around and announced coldly, “Victor Frost wins this round!”
As soon as he spoke, the whole arena fell silent.
Yvonne Zhu wanted to mock Evan Lin, but just then—
The silent young man in the seat slowly stood up.