Chapter 142 A Bizarre Outcome

"Mr. Phillips is just not thinking straight. Pantherman is insanely strong, and Mr. Phillips barely stands a chance!"

"Yeah, Pantherman's a beast! Mr. Phillips is probably toast."

Everyone was buzzing, still in awe of Pantherman's crazy skills on stage.

Most of the big shots figured Eric's odds of winning were pretty much zero.

"Hey, look! Mr. Phillips' guy is up there now. The big showdown is about to kick off!" someone pointed out.

All the bosses were glued to the stage, knowing this was the main event they'd all been waiting for.

Everyone was dying to see who'd come out on top!

Wolfman had already stepped up.

"Both fighters are ready. Let's get this match started!" the ref announced.

"I'm gonna kill you and avenge Sharkman," Wolfman growled, eyes locked on Pantherman.

"What's your name?" Pantherman asked, looking shocked.

Seeing Wolfman up close, especially his eyes, triggered a memory of someone who still haunted his nightmares.

"Wolfman!"

Pantherman's whole body shook, his face going pale like he'd seen a ghost.

"Are you really Wolfman? What are you doing here?" Pantherman's eyes were wide with fear.

"You know me?" Wolfman raised an eyebrow.

"I'm Pantherman. We fought in Kraxxylor. Don't you remember?" Pantherman's voice was shaky.

He remembered that nightmare of a boxing match where Wolfman had beaten him so badly he still had flashbacks.

"I've fought too many people. The weak aren't worth remembering," Wolfman said coldly.

"Aren't you the underground boxing champ of Kraxxylor? How'd you end up in Eldoria? What are you doing here?" Pantherman couldn't believe he'd run into his worst nightmare.

"Enough talk. Let's do this. I'm gonna smash your brains out!" Wolfman's eyes gleamed with deadly intent.

Hearing this, Pantherman's legs turned to jelly.

He knew just how strong Wolfman was. Last time, Wolfman had almost killed him, and it took him a year to recover!

The physical injuries were bad, but the psychological scars were even worse.

"Don't hit me! I surrender!" Pantherman was terrified and quickly gave up.

His past trauma left him with zero fight in him.

"What's happening?"

"Why is Pantherman kneeling and giving up?"

The audience was stunned when Pantherman knelt and surrendered!

All the bosses were laser-focused on the stage, expecting an epic battle.

Most of them thought Pantherman would win for sure.

But before the fight even started, Pantherman knelt and surrendered, shocking everyone!

Donald looked the most pissed.

"Pantherman, what the hell are you doing? Who said you could surrender? Get up and fight him, damn it!" he yelled, his face red with anger.

Donald never saw this coming.

But Pantherman didn't budge, ignoring Donald's outburst.

Even the ref was a bit thrown off, thinking 'The match hasn't even started, and Pantherman's already giving up?'

The ref quickly asked Pantherman, "Are you sure you want to surrender?"

Pantherman nodded like crazy, too scared to fight Wolfman.

The ref nodded and then announced loudly, "In this match, Pantherman surrenders. Wolfman wins!"

The crowd went wild.

"Oh my God, is it over just like that? Did Mr. Hall lose just like that?"

"Does this mean Mr. Hall just lost a billion dollars and an arm?"

Before the match even started, no one saw this ending coming.

"Bastard!" Donald cursed, his face turning beet red with rage.

Eric stood up and looked straight at Donald. "Donald, you lost. Ten billion dollars and one of your arms are mine!"

Even Eric was surprised Pantherman surrendered so quickly. It seemed like Pantherman knew Wolfman.

"No! This doesn't count! It doesn't count!" Donald shouted, losing it.

Donald's fighter just gave up like that and lost. How could he accept this?

"Doesn't count? You're dreaming! Wolfman, take off one of his arms for me!" Eric ordered from the stage.

"Got it!" Wolfman replied, jumping off the ring and charging at Donald.

Seeing Wolfman coming at him, Donald's face turned white with fear.

"Stop him!" Donald yelled at his two bodyguards.

But Wolfman was already there.

"Stop right there!" The bodyguards tried to block him.

Wolfman grabbed both of them and tossed them aside like rag dolls.

Then, he walked up to Donald.

"Don't do anything rash!" Donald's face was pale, and he was shaking in his seat.

"I'm not doing anything rash. Just helping you keep your end of the bet!" Wolfman said, pulling out a sharp military knife.

With a swift motion, he made a clean cut.

Donald screamed as half of his left arm was severed, blood spraying everywhere!

Oliver, standing behind Donald, got splattered with blood and was so scared he wet his pants.

The whole place went dead silent.

The bosses in the room swallowed hard, watching the scene unfold.

Donald's influence in Silverbrook was huge!

They all thought that in Silverbrook, probably only Eric would dare to chop off Donald's hand in public.

Even the boxing association folks didn't step in, as Donald had clearly lost.

"My hand! Give me back my hand!" Donald screamed in pain.

He knew that with advanced medical tech, he could get his hand reattached if he got it back quickly.

But Wolfman ignored him and walked over to Eric with the severed arm.

"Eric, what should I do with this arm?" he asked.

"Keep it for now. If Sharkman dies, cremate it with him," Eric said, squinting his eyes.

"Okay!" Wolfman nodded.

Meanwhile, the medical team rushed to Donald to stop the bleeding.

Eric, with Wolfman, walked up to Donald.

"Donald, besides this arm, you still owe me ten billion dollars. After deducting the five billion I lost to you before, you still owe me five billion. Transfer it to my company's account within ten days, or face the consequences!" Eric said coldly.

"You!" Donald, both angry and furious, clutched his chest with his right hand, almost spitting blood in rage.

"Eric, give me back my arm!" Donald shouted hysterically. He didn't want to live with one arm.

"Give it back? Keep dreaming!" Eric said, then left the venue with Wolfman.

Watching Eric walk away, Donald was so angry he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He had thought today's boxing match would be the day he got his revenge.

But in the end, he lost to Eric again. Not only did he lose money, but he also lost his left arm!

"It's all that bastard's fault!" Donald glared at Pantherman. He knew it was because Pantherman had surrendered that he lost!

Pantherman had already stepped down from the stage and walked up to Donald.

"Bastard, who told you to surrender! I'll kill you!" Donald shouted hysterically at Pantherman.

"Mr. Hall, you can't kill me. But if you push me too far, I can kill you right now," Pantherman said coldly.

Hearing this, Donald's face changed instantly.