Salute To The General
Chapter 1632

Chapter 1632

And so, Cheryl, Nathan, and Kylie made their entrance into the arena, along with the bureaucratswho were in Cheryl's clique.

Hagen also swaggered in with his female companion and his team of thugs.

At the center of the arena, there was a boxing ring enclosed by an octagonal cage.

A whopping two thousand people encircled the boxing ring, screaming and shouting in excitement.

Raising an eyebrow, Nathan did some quick mental sums and concluded that the tickets wouldbring in revenue about a million in total.

The boxers there were the top dogs of the underground boxing world of Eurasia, and some

were literal world-class athletes.

While there were no seats for the spectators, including Nathan and Cheryl, the spot nearest to theboxing ring had been reserved for them so that they could watch the match up close.

Hagen and his gang stood on the opposite end of the boxing ring from them.

At such a distance from the boxing ring, one would not only be able to see how gruesome andbloody the fights were, but also hear the sound of the punches being thrown and the cracking soundof bones breaking.

As the crowd's cheering reached a fever pitch, the owner of the arena, a chubby man with a shavedhead, hopped into the boxing ring with a microphone in hand. “Ladies and gentlemen. Our matchtonight will be a battle between the boxers hand-picked by Ms. Stewart and Mr.

Hagen! First up, let us cheer for Ms. Stewart's fighter, the Volkian boxing champion, Warhound!” Heyelled.

As soon as he finished those words, the crowd turned absolutely hysterical.

Amidst the shrill howling and squealing in the air, a dark-skinned, Volkian boxer with a toweringstature and sharp eyes sauntered into the boxing ring along with his team.

Cheryl spoke softly, “Nathan, this is the boxer I found, Warhound. What do you think of him?”

Nathan smiled and said, “Looks pretty good. He seems like an experienced fighter.”

After Warhound's entrance, the owner of the arena continued, “Next up, let us welcome themysterious fighter Mr. Hagen has found from god-knows-where, Ghoul!”

Once again, the people in the crowd screamed their lungs out in excitement.

A tall figure slowly made his way from backstage.

He was tall like a giant, with a massive bone structure overall but extremely thin. It was an odd sightto behold - he was nothing but skin and bones.

His face was ghastly pale. With his drooping eye bags and sickly-looking white lips, one couldmistake him for an actual ghoul.

Upon seeing Ghoul make his entrance, Hagen smiled with malice and made a hand gesture,signaling to Ghoul that he was to fight to kill Warhound.

Cheryl frowned slightly as she took a closer look at Ghoul.

Feeling somewhat uneasy, she turned to Nathan and asked, “I have no idea where he found thisboxer from. How do you feel about this one?”

Staring at the horrifying zombie-like man who dragged his feet as he walked into the boxing ring,Nathan furrowed his brows. “He stinks like a corpse. If I'm not wrong, he's probably someone whowalked straight out of a pile of dead people. He's definitely a vicious killer who mustn't be reckonedwith.”

Cheryl's expression turned grim.

In Nathan's analysis, he called Warhound a good fighter, while Ghoul was called a vicious killer.

So who's the stronger one?

Before she could question Nathan further on that matter, the arena owner began announcing thestart of the match.

“Our two boxers are in position. The match shall begin in three, two, one. Start!”

Ring! Ring! Ring! The bell sounded, and the match began.

Warhound immediately got into his fighting stance.

However, Ghoul simply smiled at him creepily. “Hah... That bell signifies the start of this match andalso your death. I now pronounce you... dead!” He growled.