She whispered something in the Chinese boxer's ear.
The bustling boxing gym fell silent, but no one knew what she had said.
"I won."
The arrogant foreign boxer was already preparing to take off his gloves, but just as the referee counted to two, the Chinese boxer stood up.
He had been beaten badly, his face bruised and swollen, barely able to stand.
Yet, in the final second, he stood up.
He was a boxer; he could lose, but he absolutely could not allow anyone to insult the Chinese people.
And as he stood up, the quiet boxing gym erupted in thunderous applause.
The Chinese boxer looked at Janelle, and after seeing the determination in her eyes, he nodded.
Janelle demonstrated a few pressure points on her body.
"Don't clash head-on; use softness to overcome hardness."
Chinese people are naturally weaker than foreigners in terms of physical strength, but there's an old Chinese saying that's very true: use softness to overcome hardness.
Seeing the points Janelle demonstrated, Erik knew this girl was a master.
Earlier, she had only glanced at the foreign man from a distance, yet she had already completely understood his weaknesses.
Anyone who becomes her enemy will suffer terribly.
However, the foreign boxer completely disregarded this weak Chinese boxer.
Does he want to continue?
Then today, he will ensure that he can never step onto the ring again.
The match continued, and the foreign boxer swung a punch directly at the Chinese boxer's face.
The Chinese boxer immediately retreated.
"Scared?"
The foreign boxer sneered.
After saying that, he continued his brutal attack.
Many people in the audience closed their eyes, unable to bear witness to the bloody scene.
However, the next moment, they heard the foreign boxer's agonized screams.
What followed was the Chinese boxer's showtime, landing blow after blow, each hitting the foreign boxer's vital points.
The arrogant foreign boxer was completely overwhelmed and retreated step by step.
In the end, he was knocked out by the Chinese boxer with a single move!
The crowd erupted in excitement.
The referee counted down, and the boxer stood there firmly, appearing especially tall at that moment.
"I declare the blue team the winner."
The referee raised the Chinese boxer's hand.
"Chinese martial arts are amazing!"
The Chinese boxer stepped down from the ring and was lifted into the air by the crowd.
"Let's go!" Janelle called to Erik beside her.
Erik gave her a thumbs-up.
"Miss Rovella is truly impressive; she turned the tide with just a few words."
This young woman is becoming more and more captivating.
Janelle ignored him and led Erik to a VIP ring.
Here, no one could watch.
Janelle easily jumped onto the ring, removing her black shirt as she said, "Come on, let's have a round."
She had come out to pass the time because she couldn't sleep.
The reason she had guided the Chinese boxer earlier was purely because she couldn't stand the foreigner's arrogance.
Watching her undress in front of him, Erik's heartbeat unconsciously quickened.
"Come on up!" Janelle beckoned to him with her finger.
Under the black shirt, she wore a spaghetti-strap tank top, and the young girl had fair skin.
The tank top highlighted her perfect figure, and the black color made her appear even more alluring.
Knowing she was in a bad mood tonight, Erik didn't waste any words and went straight to the ring.
He was also wearing a black shirt, which was form-fitting and not suitable for boxing.
Erik began unbuttoning his shirt.
Janelle was already putting on her boxing gloves.
When she turned around, she saw the man walking toward her with his shirt off.
"…"
In the boxing gym, many male boxers didn't wear shirts, and naturally, men who boxed had physiques worth admiring.
However, Erik's physique was truly top-notch, to the point where it was hard not to drool.
"Why aren't you wearing a shirt?"
"It's inconvenient to wear one. You're so skilled; I can't afford to be complacent."
Otherwise, getting hit would be embarrassing.
Erik said as he put on his boxing gloves.
"No need to let me." She wanted to work up a good sweat tonight.
Without waiting for Janelle to declare the match started, she immediately attacked Erik.
The young girl's punches were clean and crisp, and Erik had no intention of going easy on her.
If she wanted to fight, he'd gladly oblige.
Both were true masters, and a clash between masters demanded full concentration.
They traded blows back and forth, neither one an easy opponent.
Facing a master, Janelle's eyes lit up. To be honest, it had been a long time since she'd encountered such a skilled opponent.
The young girl was truly a tough opponent, and he had truly struck gold. He liked her for being so interesting.
Both of them had top-notch stamina, and they fought for over an hour.
Janelle's tank top was completely soaked.
After working up a sweat, her mood improved significantly.
At that moment, the two lay on the ring, neither speaking, able to hear each other's heartbeats.
"Erik, you're a formidable opponent." To be honest, it had been a long time since she'd encountered such a formidable opponent.
"You're not bad either." Erik said sincerely, "Janelle, you always manage to surprise me."
Janelle didn't respond.
A man like Erik indeed had a deep appeal to women.
After lying there for a while, Erik got up and reached out his hand to her.
"Let's go! I'll take you home. Your clothes are soaked; be careful not to catch a cold."
Janelle grabbed the hand he extended to her.
He pulled her up forcefully, and the force was too great, causing her to fall into his arms.
The man wasn't wearing any clothes, and she was only wearing a thin tank top.
She could clearly feel the heat of his body.
And he could hear her rapid heartbeat.
After exercising, the young woman's face was flushed, making her even more alluring.
Erik had never been one to suppress his desires; he wanted to kiss her.
And he did just that.
At first, Janelle didn't react, but once she did,
she didn't push him away.
She allowed the man to deepen the kiss.
Erik was a skilled kisser, and she felt pleasured.
"Janelle, I want you." He spoke directly, as always.
Janelle was so overwhelmed by the kiss that her legs went weak, and she looked up at him.
The young woman's gaze at that moment was truly breathtaking; he felt fireworks ignite in his mind.
Janelle wrapped her arms around his neck, tiptoed, and kissed his lips.
"You're a good kisser."
Kissing him was indeed intoxicating.
"You're also good in bed. Want to try? I'll serve you wholeheartedly."
Erik continued to tease her.
"Enough, Erik, stop teasing me." How could she not see through this man's intentions?
"Don't you want it anymore?" Didn't she also enjoy his kisses?
"No." Janelle pushed him away.
"Get dressed, it's time to go."
"I can't go."
"Why?"
Janelle followed his gaze and, upon seeing that large mass, immediately understood.