With those words, Wilf charged his technique and leapt toward Yara.


    Yara energized her Boltsmacker in turn, and they shed with fists and palms, exchanging dozens of


    blows in a split second!


    As the fight intensified, the crowd around the ring cheered in excitement.


    “Didn’t think the doll wouldst that long against Wilf!”


    “The governor’s daughter is really something…”


    Wilf was actually seething–he was older than Yara and a man at that! The fact that shested this long


    against him was humiliating!


    He would have taken her down with a single move and was caught off guard that Yara was that strong


    and armed with an extraordinary technique.


    Nheless, Yara was only in her twenties and lost greatly in terms of her experience.


    When Wilf deliberately left an opening, she took it unsurprisingly, prompting him tough. Too young,


    too naive…”


    Yara’s face fell, but it was toote to escape–Wilf had suddenly caught her wrist and mmed his palm


    on her shoulder!


    “Oof!” Yara grunted as she was sent flying some distance away.


    Vicky hurried to her, helping her to her feet. “Are you alright, Yara?”


    “I’m fine.” Yara nodded but soon hung her head guilty. “I’m sorry I lost.”


    Vicky did not me Yara–Wilf was strong and much older, and it made sense if Yara could not win.


    “It’s nothing,” she assured Yara. “He’s the Chandlers‘ butler–losing to him is nothing embarrassing.”


    Frank nodded in agreement. “You’ve only lost experience, not because you’re weak. In a couple years,


    he won’t stand a chance against you.”


    The crowd were all cheering too, since it had been a close.


    “You’re awesome, Ms. Quill!”


    “Exactly! Wilf Chandler only won with a cheap trick!”


    “You’d definitely win in a couple of years!”


    Wilf, who still stood in the ring, frowned.


    He won but somehow lost…


    Just then, Drake said, “You lost the first round, Ms. Turnbull. Are you going to continue?”


    “Of course,” Vicky replied. “We’re not out of men.”


    “Really? Who will you send next?” Drakeughed.


    Vicky turned toward Boran. “If you please, Mr. Lepley.”


    Boran snorted. “If I’d gone up just now, it would’ve been over already. What a waste of time.”


    While Yara was left embarrassed, Vicky was gritting her teeth in annoyance.


    However, she did not say anything since they still needed Boran to win.


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    Be that as it may, after Boran entered the ring, neither him nor Wilf moved.


    Vicky was left dumbstruck. “What are you waiting for, Mr. Lepley?”


    Boran then raised his hand and said, “I surrender.”


    “What?!” Vicky sprang to her feet, while Yara, Cliff, and Frank were all staring nkly, Did Boran just


    concede?!