Chapter 210 The Windsor Siblings Think Alike
'Can I throw a punch? Hell, I don't need to know how. All my pent-up anger and pain are bursting out right now! Twenty years of being pushed around; one little fire isn't gonna fix that. Anthony's sneaky plans, my dad's favoritism, Maurice and his mom's shamelessness, Michael's creepy stares...' Emilia thought.
Catherine felt Emilia's punches, wild but full of rage and hate, just the kind of punches the underground fight club loved. "Good, control the power in your arm, and use your calf muscles."
"A bit to the left, come on, hit my face."
"Emilia, is this all the strength you've got for the people who killed your mom? Don't you want to take them down with your own hands? If not, you're too weak. Controlling the Blade of Dusk is out of the question."
"Your mom's hard work will end up in someone else's hands." Catherine kept provoking Emilia with her words.
Emilia gritted her teeth, tasting blood. She didn't even realize she'd bitten her lip. Her eyes were bloodshot, but under Catherine's guidance, her punches got stronger.
One punch was caught firmly by Catherine's hand. Emilia panted heavily, sweat drenching her, her arm muscles cramping uncontrollably, but she felt an unexpected relief.
Catherine said calmly, "Is a draw okay? If I admit defeat, you'll have more trouble."
If Satan, undefeated in the ring, lost, people would know she was holding back. They couldn't do anything to the fight ring or Catherine, but they could make trouble for Emilia.
"Won't a draw cause you trouble?" Emilia asked.
"Not really."
Emilia nodded, her legs giving out as Venus caught her and took her back to the rest area.
The draw pissed off the crowd, so Catherine kept fighting several more opponents in a row. Only when a bunch of fighters lay defeated did the crowd's anger start to fade.
"Round-robin, Satan wins!" The crowd's curses and shouts mixed together, but on the stage, Catherine was the only ruler!
Emilia didn't even have the strength to lift her hand, watching Catherine come down from the stage with a calm demeanor, her eyes shining. "Catherine, you're so cool! From now on, you're my idol!"
"Can you still walk?" Catherine asked.
Emilia shook her head, sincerely saying, "Not at all, let me rest for a bit. Aren't you tired?"
"Tired, but I won't show it." Under the mask, Catherine constantly adjusted her breathing, making her state appear normal. To Emilia, Catherine looked completely unfazed.
"Catherine, can you teach me how to fight? I want to learn!" Emilia said.
"Sure, but my training is very strict. You might not be able to handle it."
"No problem! I can do it!" Emilia wanted to become someone like Catherine!
Catherine nodded, agreeing, but her gaze returned to the octagon.
Dubhe exclaimed, "Isn't that George? Is your family going bankrupt? Why is he here fighting underground?"
One fight could earn a lot of money, depending on the number of matches and the level. After Catherine's round-robin, the fight club's income had multiplied several times.
Catherine frowned slightly and instructed, "Arrange a first-level fighter, don't hurt him."
'Is George under too much pressure, so he came to fight? But with so many underground fight clubs in Imperia City, why did he choose this one?' Catherine wondered.
Emilia sat up, took off her mask, and watched George on the screen fighting a muscular opponent. "Does the Windsor Family have a tradition of fighting?"
'Why did George go down just as Catherine came back?' Emilia wondered.
George's fighting style was all aggression, sharp and precise, each punch landing on the opponent's vital spots.
Catherine knew this was a doctor's instinct, knowing the most vulnerable parts of the human body. George's fighting style was a lot like hers.
Dubhe was shocked. "Miss, George's fighting style is no good; he's definitely going to get hurt."
Catherine looked up. "You go ahead. Knock him out and throw him off the stage." Only someone from the Galactic Aurora Collective could knock George out without hitting his vital spots.
"Alright, but he'll probably get a few bruises. I'll try not to hurt his hands!" Dubhe said.
Twenty minutes later, George's eyes rolled back, and he collapsed on the stage. Emilia finally relaxed. "Thank goodness, I thought George was going to get killed."
Catherine also breathed a sigh of relief. "Emilia, don't tell George I was here."
"Okay!" Emilia was smart enough to know what to say and what not to say. Since Catherine didn't want to reveal herself today, Emilia would keep her mouth shut.
Taking Emilia out of the underground fight club, Catherine had Dubhe throw George into the car, waiting for him to wake up in the reeds.
"Where am I? Catherine? What are you doing here?" George moved his hand, his whole body aching. After a rough check of his injuries, he realized that although his opponent's punches were fierce, they seemed to deliberately avoid certain spots.
'Do underground fighters have such ethics?' he wondered.
"George! Catherine came to find me. You were thrown out by the fight club! Why are you fighting here? If the Windsor Family finds out, they'll give you a serious scolding!" Emilia sat next to George, looking at him intently.
George awkwardly averted his gaze. "It's nothing, just work stress. Came to blow off some steam. Catherine, don't tell the family, or they'll worry."
Catherine looked up at George, resting her chin on her hand. "Tell me the real reason, and I'll agree. Otherwise, I'll tell Mom."
'Work stress is just an excuse. George has been a doctor for so many years; why is he now so stressed that he needs to fight? When George was a Doctors Without Borders volunteer, the pressure was even greater, and he never visited the fight clubs along the border,' Catherine thought.
George hesitated, stammering for a long time. Facing Catherine and Emilia's gaze, George rubbed his face, looking at Emilia with a resigned expression. "I heard that the Blade of Dusk people need you to win a fight to listen to you, so I wanted to fight you. I'm a doctor. If you fight me, you won't get hurt, at least you'll survive."
Emilia's eyes widened in an instant as she realized, 'George and Catherine have the same plan. Both want to help me by winning a fight and then deliberately losing to me.'
Emilia muttered, "Are all Windsor Family members this kind?"
Catherine leaned back slightly, thinking that she and George were indeed family. But George's fighting skills were too weak, powerful but uncoordinated. Against seasoned fighters, he was just giving away points.
Emilia's eyes curved into a smile as she looked at George. "Thank you, Mr. Windsor! But I've already been recognized. You shouldn't be so kind and meddle in everything!"
George leaned back, covering his face. "I'm not meddling in everyone's business. Fine, just consider it me being nosy!"
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