Chapter 372 A Martial Artist Comes to Challenge
"What the hell?" Walter's face went dark real quick. "Emberlyn, you wanna break your word? You just said if I beat James, you'd go out with me."
Everyone around started chiming in, throwing shade at Emberlyn.
"Yeah, we all heard it. She straight-up said if Walter won, she'd go on a date with him. Now she's flaking."
"Man, she's hot, but she can't keep a promise. Sketchy as hell."
"Didn't think we'd find someone so shady in our fancy circle."
"Don't let her looks fool you. She's gotta be nuts to ditch a tall, handsome dude for a loser."
The crowd kept ragging on Emberlyn, mostly jealous women who couldn't stand her beauty. They jumped at the chance to tear her down, making Emberlyn fume.
She stormed up to the ring and kicked James, who was still playing dead. "James, quit faking it. Walter's punches are nothing to you. Get up and kick his ass."
James groaned louder, "Are you serious? I'm beat to a pulp, and you're still kicking me. I need a doctor."
He struggled to get up, milking it for all it was worth.
His over-the-top act made Emberlyn even madder. She was sure James was doing this just to piss her off. Emberlyn was livid.
"Emberlyn, cut it out. He's no match for me. You promised. You gotta keep your word," Walter said, trying to sound serious but couldn't hide his excitement and pride.
He'd been chasing Emberlyn forever and finally had a legit reason to ask her out.
Emberlyn was fuming, but she was at a loss for words. She had promised Walter, after all. What really got her was that James, the jerk, had thrown the fight on purpose. His antics were despicable, shameless, disgusting, hateful.
Just then, a ruckus came from the main entrance, followed by heavy footsteps. A bunch of folks in karate uniforms strutted into the gym.
"Who's the top dog here? Step up." A commanding voice boomed from the group, grabbing everyone's attention.
Even James perked up, a weird glint in his eye. He noticed the guy leading the pack was a martial artist with inner energy.
This was getting interesting. James had been in Lindwood City for five years and had never seen a martial artist. This dude in the karate getup was the first.
He looked pretty young, maybe around thirty-five.
Plus, the four people with him were no slouches, either. They hadn't mastered inner energy, but they were definitely better than Walter.
These five dudes definitely weren't here for a friendly visit. Their cocky attitude screamed they were here to stir up trouble at the gym.
This was getting good.
In this boxing club, there were no martial artists, just some tough fighters like Walter. And tough fighters were no match for martial artists.
Their entrance shifted everyone's focus from Emberlyn and Walter to them. It was clear as day these guys were here to challenge the gym.
Challenging a gym was a big deal, especially for these rich folks who'd never seen a real fight. It was super exciting and had everyone hooked.
Walter turned to check them out. He saw the five guys in karate uniforms and frowned, a bit pissed they were stealing his thunder.
Someone from the club spoke up, "You guys aren't members of Iron Fist Boxing Club. What do you want with our head coach?"
The guy who spoke earlier said, "So your best fighter is your head coach?"
He had a bit of an accent, sounded like he was from Skylantis.
The other four looked and acted like they were from Skylantis, too.
"Sorry, our head coach is busy and doesn't have time for you. If you're here to sign up, Iron Fist Boxing Club welcomes you. If you're here to cause trouble, get lost." The guy talking was a coach at Iron Fist Boxing Club, all muscles and looking tough as nails.
He'd just finished working out, wearing a tank top and covered in sweat, looking pretty intimidating.
As he talked, he flexed his muscles on purpose, making them ripple.
But his show didn't scare the five. They just looked at him with disdain. "We're here to challenge your gym. We've heard your head coach is supposed to be really good, but I think it's all talk. You Sunlandia people love to exaggerate."
Everyone got pissed off right away, especially the coaches. They put down their gear and surrounded the five. There were more than a dozen of them, all muscular and glaring at the intruders. The coach who spoke earlier said coldly, "What did you say? Say it again if you dare."
These fitness coaches weren't just about lifting weights; they also practiced boxing and martial arts. They had bad tempers and were super passionate. They couldn't stand such trash talk and were instantly enraged, their muscles flexing menacingly.
Many members also shouted angrily, "Where did these jerks come from? Are they looking for trouble! How dare they to look trouble here!"
"Looks like they're here to challenge the gym," someone shouted.
"Challenge the gym? With their scrawny bodies, they dare to challenge us," another replied.
"Coach, don't go easy on them. Just take them to the ring and show them what you've got." Everyone grunted and started getting hyped.
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