Secrets: Priestess

Chapter 73 Provocation
"Swain, don't pretend with me!"

Gao Wen shouted in a deep voice:

"I know that most of the opponents who pose the greatest threat to me in the ring are from the police station! They're all from the same police force!"

"I don't know why you and the police force behind you want to host this black arena where life and death are at stake, and I don't want to know. I just want to make enough money."

Gawain said this, calmly gazing at Swain, who was even more massive than he.

Swain, moved by Gawain's tone, took a swig from the metal wine flask he was holding and said, "I don't accept weak women here!"

Gao Wen pursed his lips and suddenly sneered, "She's strong enough! Stronger than those little guys of yours who disguised themselves to compete!"

Swain was furious when he heard this and said, "Bullshit! My sons are no better than a woman!"

Gawain said calmly without giving in, "I can't beat Claire. You can ask them to come to the ring and try."

"That's because you're old!" Swain cursed, ignoring his nagging Gawain. His gaze fell on Claire, and he said coldly, "Does your captain know you're here to compete in the arena?"

Claire saw everything clearly from the side. The two men had just exchanged heated words, but neither of them was really angry. They seemed more like good friends.

But Swain makes no secret of his attitude towards treating women as lesser beings.

Claire said without any emotion, "My decision to learn combat from Mr. Gawain was approved by the captain."

Swain sneered, "You're changing the subject."

"So what? Do you want me to knock you down before you can get in?" Although Claire smiled elegantly, her words were full of sarcasm.

The mocked Swain suddenly straightened up like an angry beast, his body tall and strong.

He glanced sideways at Gawain.

Gawain watched coldly.

Swain threw off his old military uniform, revealing his muscular arms. "Claire, huh? I heard you're a pretty good shot. I hope your fists are half as good as your gun."

Swain pointed to the secret door and said, "Get my approval here, and I'll make an exception and let you in."

Claire took off her black robe and handed it to Sharon, who was standing next to her wearing the same outfit, revealing her dashing knight training uniform.

Swain was stunned when he saw it. "Knight training uniform?"

He looked at Gawain, who stood beside him with a cold look on his face. "I once asked you to use your knighthood as a gimmick to attract customers, but you refused. And now you're actually letting a woman into the ring in knight's attire..."

"Have you finally lost your proud sense of chivalry, or are you placing all your hopes on a woman?"

Gawain still had that gloomy look on his face, "No one remembers the knight now."

Swain snorted. “But it’s still a good gimmick.”

Gao Wen's voice was cold and deep: "I need money. I have taken out everything I can exchange for money."

"Oh, you're going to put pressure on a woman like this?" Swain turned to face Claire. As he raised his hand towards her, he smiled disdainfully, "I'll stand there and let you hit me."

Claire narrowed her eyes and smiled, "Okay. But... it's dark now!"

Claire suddenly moved, her speed faster than the sound of sound. Although fast, her steps were extremely steady. She mobilized the strength of her entire body and threw a fierce punch through the wind!

Although Swain's big palm blocked Claire's fist, he was knocked away and hit the wall behind him!

The bar thugs standing nearby exclaimed in surprise.

They never thought that someone could knock the powerful boss away with just one punch!

This exclamation sounded more like a sneer to Swain's ears. The veins on his forehead bulged and the muscles in his body bulged.

In Claire's inspiration, Sveić was accumulating even more terrifying power within his body at this moment.

Claire knew that this was the ability of the Sequence 8 "Raging People" of the Mandated Punisher, which could greatly enhance one's strength and speed when in anger!

That's why she deliberately provoked him! Unlike Gao Wen, she was not here to make money. She simply wanted to hone her fighting skills.

Naturally, the stronger the opponent, the better!
Swain ignored his previous bold words and suddenly erupted into a rage that had been suppressed to the extreme. His massive fist came towards Claire's face with a terrifying sense of oppression.

Claire's eyes revealed excitement. At the same time, she calmly bent her waist and straightened her body using Abbot's style movements, mobilizing all her strength and raising her fist to face Swain head-on!

Two fists, one large and one small, collided with each other, and a bone-crushing sound was heard, but it was impossible to tell whose hand was injured.

Or maybe both of them were injured!

The two continued to punch each other, and the continuous attacks were so fast that it was dazzling!

After several rounds of fighting, the two people with such a huge difference in size were actually evenly matched!

Claire's hands were covered in blood.

Not only the fists, but also the arms and shoulders had broken bones.

But the pain burned in the boiling blood.

Claire was full of fighting spirit. All the repression she had been holding since crossing over was burned out in this exhilarating battle!
But this is not enough!

The emotions in Claire's dark red eyes were as intense as flames. She wanted to completely defeat the other party at this moment!
Svein's condition at this moment is similar to Claire's.

The two men's fighting styles became more and more ferocious.

The injury spread from the fist to the blocking arm, and the face and body were gradually bruised.

The sofas, card tables and other furniture in the private room were all knocked over, and the onlookers were crowded in the corner.

During the battle, the gift of night comprehensively enhanced Claire's physical fitness. With this blessing, Claire fully demonstrated the essence of Abbot's style of "steady and fierce" to the extreme.

And during the fight, Claire relied on her keen observation as a "combat scholar" to grasp Swain's fighting rhythm.

When to take the initiative to punch, when to block, when to dodge... Claire gradually took control of the rhythm.

It was obvious to the naked eye that Swain, whose rage could not last long, gradually fell into a disadvantage after his ability faded.

But Swain endured it without saying a word, and was knocked unconscious by Claire's punches.

Seeing Swain's tall and strong body fall, Claire's mind went numb and she felt no emotion at the moment.

There was chaos in the bar's private room.

A bar thug went to the secret door and called two fierce men, but when he saw Swain fainted on the ground, he also showed a panic look and hurriedly carried him into the secret door.

The remaining people avoided the woman in the center of the field who had defeated the boss head-on in fear and confusion. No one dared to move, and no one dared to come up and speak.

Sharon came up to support Claire, who was also on the verge of collapse. A hint of barely perceptible heartache flashed in her eyes, but the corners of her mouth lifted as she smiled and said, "Won't my medicine come in handy now?"

Claire's numb mind gradually regained consciousness. She still had the strength to speak, but she grimaced in pain. "Can those massage pills you gave me actually heal injuries?"

Sharon whispered, "It's an ancient secret recipe."

Gawain also said at this time, "Claire, Ms. Sharon, let's go back first. Next time we come, Swain won't be so stubborn."

Claire hung on Sharon, enduring the intense pain, and said with a smile, "Is there anyone here stronger than him?"

Gao Wen sighed: "He is old after all."

Claire laughed and said:
“That’s really exciting.”

Claire asked again:

"Teacher Gawain, is there a reward for defeating this boss, Swain?"

Gawain smiled. "Swain will be ready when we come next time."

(End of this chapter)