Martial Arts Worlds-Chapter 363: Clock That Is Ticking Down

With the ceiling of the arena shaking because of the cheering of the crowd, the fight became very one-sided.

A few audience members even started to feel bad for Neal after seeing his tears, as it was clear that it took every bit of his willpower to not pass out.

"Isn't Travis going too far?"

Katherina whispered to herself in the audience while frowning. Her parents were sitting next to her, and this was their first time seeing Travis in person.

Neither of them were sure what to think about this, as this match felt more like bullying, as it was clear that Neal was nowhere near Travis's level.

A few seats away, Neal's father turned his gaze and clenched his hands into fists, starting to regret ever coming here.

'We are simply not fighters…'

"Pathetic shit!"

Travis shouted and started hook punching at the headgear, able to get a few hits through the protection, and made blood spill.

At that moment, Neal, with frustration, grabbed his shoulders and pushed him away, but he only managed to push Travis a simple step, who responded with a punch to the side of the headgear.

Neal stumbled to the side, dazed and disoriented, but he quickly ran away from the edge of the ring, went straight to the center, and raised his gloves in a defensive position.

'H-how much time is left?'

Neal looked towards the clock and felt his heart drop to the bottom of his stomach after seeing that there was still one minute and fifty seconds left!

'Not even halfway through the round…'

It felt like the round had already lasted ten minutes, but it had barely been a minute!

Travis lunged at him without giving him a chance to catch his breath and started smashing his gloved fists against the guard.

'I… I need to buy time!'

Neal's body shook uncontrollably as he tried to defend himself, and he then noticed that Travis put his back foot slightly further back.

'He's going to go for a roundhouse kick! This is exactly what Kiernan warned me about! He is going for the finishing blow!'

Travis punched once more, kept his fist at Neal's eye level so he couldn't see much, but when the punch landed against the guard, he turned around and whipped his leg around in the air.

The roundhouse kick headed towards Neal's face, but he quickly ducked underneath the leg to the shock of Travis and then tackled Travis to the ground.

Smack!

Travis' back crashed against the concrete ground, and his eyes shook in surprise as Neal pinned him down.

'Good… That's exactly what I taught you.'

Kiernan crossed his arms with a nod of approval.

He had taught a few techniques to Neal about what to do against Travis' kicks, and it seemed like they had paid off.

"What in the…"

Adrian's eyes shook in shock.

"What in the world!"

"Travis has been brought down by Neal!"

"Pfft, how in the hell did that happen?"

The crowd exclaimed, and some even laughed at the absurdity of the situation, and when Travis heard those laughs, his face turned red in anger.

"Get the fuck off me!"

Travis tried to push Neal off him, but he quickly locked his feet in place and kept pushing Travis down with a struggling look on his face.

He was doing everything in his place to keep Travis down on the ground!

'Kickboxers are strongest when they are on their feet. I don't know much about Travis' skill at grappling, but I taught Neal some basic stuff.

'Neal isn't skilled enough in grappling to put Travis in a submission hold, but this should be enough for now.'

The time kept ticking down, and soon, the final minute of the round came.

'This is so fucking humiliating, but I can't get this bastard off!'

Travis gritted his teeth together and kept punching Neal in the ribs, but he didn't have the strength to keep going for much longer.

"Urgh! Argh! Ngh…"

Neal gritted his teeth in pain, trying to endure the blows, and he kept constantly thinking about the torment he had received at Travis' hands.

When he remembered all those moments, he turned angry.

'All I've ever wanted is to punch this asshole in the face, and I shall do exactly that!'

Neal, out of nowhere, straightened his back in the mounted position and started raining punches at Travis' face.

He had to immediately put his guard up while the anger kept rising inside Travis.

'Hmm…'

Kiernan frowned as he told Neal not to attack, but since this was a good position, he didn't mind, but he could tell that Neal was a very emotional fighter.

Most of the time, it wasn't a good sign if he let his emotions control his actions, but in this case, the anger overwrote the pain of his injuries.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Punches kept landing straight at Travis' desperate-looking guard!

"Unbelievable! Travis is getting his ass beaten!"

"What in the world is going on!"

Within the audience, Travis' friends looked with ghostly pale expressions, unable to believe what they were witnessing, and felt second-hand embarrassment for their friend's poor performance.

Even if Travis won, everyone would remember the beating Neal was giving him currently, and it was clear that this was greatly hurting Travis' reputation!

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Travis' eyes shook, and he glanced towards the clock, wishing the round would end soon, but when that thought arrived in his mind, he burned with humiliation.

He never thought in his wildest dream that he would wish for the clock to save him!

It was unbelievable!

"Raaaagh!"

Travis let out a frustrated scream and bumped his hip up to shake Neal off him, then he shoved him away with all his might.

"?!"

Neal stumbled back to his feet and saw Travis raise his arm, the fist heading towards him like a slithering snake.

With the sides of his hands, he deflected Travis' snaky punches, but then he kicked him in the thigh, and Neal let out a cry of pain.

Bruised and swollen, his thigh stung in pain.

Travis raised his left leg and kicked Neal across his face, sending him sprawling across the ground.

"Huff!"

Travis jumped towards him and swung his fist at Neal, who looked wide-eyed at the punch that was slowly nearing him.

Neal closed his eyes and braced for the impact, but then the whistle sounded, and the referee stopped Travis' fist with ease.

"The round is over. Go back to your corners."

The referee said, and stopped holding Travis' gloved fist.

"Shit!"

Travis breathed heavily with his hair disheveled, and then with a stomp of frustration, he returned to his corner.

"Huff… Huff…"

Neal stumbled back to his corner, and Kiernan gave him a stool to sit on.

The crowd couldn't believe it.

Neal had survived the first round against Travis!

"Son…"

His father proudly whispered to himself.