Chapter 958

To the spectators below, Group Seven had entered the stage and engaged in a brutal, bloody battle—except for Bernard and Fredrick.

As soon as they stepped onto the stage, Bernard and Frederick locked eyes, staring each other down.

Suddenly, Bernard roared and swung his fist at Frederick.

The force of his punch was so powerful that it pushed back the contestants around him. His strength was obvious, and a blow like this could reduce a tiger to a pile of meat.

However, Frederick merely extended his palm slowly and caught Bernard's punch easily. He stood there, unmovable, like a mountain.

Bernard froze as sweat rolled down his forehead.

At that moment, he felt like he wasn’t facing a man, but an ancient, colossal beast.

"My little sister, who’s still in college, hits harder than you," Frederick smirked, teasing him.

He wasn’t lying. After all, he wouldn’t use his inner aura to block his sister’s swats, so he’d feel a little bit of pain. To him, Bernard’s punch didn’t even qualify