Siva (Volume 6) Dead Man Island

Chapter 037: Two Zero

A/N: Actually, this chapter is two chapters' worth of content since I really felt that writing this fight scene in a 5000+ word two chapter content was not good to the taste buds so I had to edit things out and compress it. I did my best to rephrase long anecdotes, shortened and emotionally compacted their action descriptions to only those necessary, and did my very best to rewrite it as a Quality Chapter and not a Quantity (word count wise) chapter for you guys to enjoy the read. I promise that this chapter is really a worthwhile chapter to read as a whole, as it not only references on certain critical information that you guys might have neglected in the past, but it will also rekindle your memories on certain facts that is actually present and has been in existence (and is a critical plot element) since Volume 1. That said, I've recently just relaunched my "Royal Road Legends" (www.RoyalRoadL.com) account a few days ago after receiving some personal help from Wing-Sama, an admin of the Royal Road Legends website, whew, I will be posting chapters there as well so please, if you can, inform your friends over so that they also enjoy our story and be up to date with the current progress of Siva's quest.

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Volume 6
Chapter 037: Two Zero
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PANG!!

BANG!!!

Accompanied by the sounds of their punches, the entire stadium roared into cheers and yells.

This was a brawl.

This is a duel.

This is a match.

This is a fight between men.

How many punches have these two exchanged by now that with every punch they unleashed, they would stagger, would step three-four steps back, would pant for a few seconds before balling those fists again and charge for another round.

In fact, while this looked like a torture stage where people pay to see it, the match itself was filled with overflowing passion and spirit; the two men who wanted to prove the hardness of their fists would still take one step forward and punch....

........punch...

Punch...

.................and punch away...

Again... and again...... and again... and again....

Some really passionate men in the audience could be seen having tears in their eyes. They were all touched by the scene where two men who's now nearing their limits were exchanging fists as if it was a normal street brawl.

But to those who also lived a life in the streets, it was a fight where, regardless of reasons, showed the pride and dignity of men.

Because in the world of men, how hard your fists really are measures how much your identity as a man would be.

As such, these muscle heads were sweating, their fists clenched, and they were shouting the loudest as they took the side of whomever they felt is the one who reflected more of an image of themselves.

Not a single punch was held back.

And as a result of this, gradually, little by little, one tiny and insignificant speck at a time, Cramer's advantage was revealed to those with keen eyes.