Chapter 1200

The sight of the boxing champ being hurled through the air was utterly staggering, especially the thunderous crash of Vilmos slamming into the stone pillar—a sound that still seemed to reverberate in his ears.

If a tough guy like the champ could not handle a single move from Liam, what chance did they have?

That thought sent waves of panic through Forrest. He jolted out of his stupor, glancing at Vilmos sprawled in a crimson pool, then at Liam, untouched. Forrest's instincts screamed at him to bolt.

However, as he took his first step to flee, Liam casually flicked a machete from the ground. It zipped past Forrest's leg and with a resounding clang, stuck quivering in the floorboards.

Liam's voice, icy and spectral, cut through the silence, "Who said you could leave?"

Forrest's legs buckled, and he crumpled to the ground, a shameful stain spreading beneath him. His face was ghostly white, sweat streaming down his brow.

He was terrified, convinced for a split second that his leg was