Evangeline kicked directly at him.

"Ahl!" Black Panther screamed. The over 200-pound champion was kicked clear out of the ring.

The stunned audience stared in disbelief.

"What the hell? Am I seeing things? How could those thin legs generate so much strength?!"

"She actually kicked Black Panther! Terrifying!"

"Black Panther, a six-time champion, knocked out with one move! This woman is insane!"

"My money! I bet two million dollars!"

Gasps and wails erupted from the audience.

Black Panther, equally shocked, stammered, "H-How is this possible? You look so weak! You're not a worthy opponent! No this can't count as a win! I wasn't ready for your sneak attack! That doesn't count. Let's fight again!" Fear filled his eyes. He had many investors to answer to; a loss would be disastrous. He had to win.

Evangeline smiled generously. "Okay. Let's fight again. But with your normal strength, you can't beat me. You should take drugs to save time." She wanted a longer, more challenging match.

Black Panther's face twisted in anger. That woman is humiliating me! He called his assistant to administer a shot.

The needle's entry caused his face to flush and his heartbeat to accelerate. A surge of power, an unlimited wellspring of energy, flooded his body.

"Ah Go to hell!" he roared, attacking Evangeline.

He's definitely stronger after the shot, Evangeline thought, feeling the wind from his punches. She dodged, searching for a counterattack.

Five minutes later Smack! The drugged Black Panther was again kicked from the ring.

"Ah! No! That doesn't count! I wasn't paying attention! Give me three more shots! I didn't lose!"

The embarrassed referee turned to Evangeline. "Monkey King, another chance?"

Evangeline replied, "If he dies, whose responsibility is it?"

"Not yours," the referee said.

MADHE KOSAL DE BUU wa unda it, and the wor surely die, Evangeline thought. She didn't mind his drug use; the stronger he was, the more exciting the fight. But she wouldn't be held liable for his life.

Black Panther's assistant urged him against another shot, warning of an overdose. Ignoring the warning, Black Panther injected himself.

"Ahr!" After the third injection, a roar—of excitement or pain—erupted. His skin was flushed, his blood vessels bulging. He looked about to explode. The terrified audience roared their approval.

Black Panther charged. This time, Evangeline felt his speed and strength had increased tenfold. More cautious, but not purely defensive, she fought back.

Crack! Evangeline broke his left hand. Unfazed, he continued his furious attack.

Smack! A chest kick. He remained standing, but his chest caved in, several ribs broken. Pain seemed nonexistent as he pressed forward.

Half an hour later, with his remaining limbs broken, Black Panther collapsed. His hands were twisted, his leg shattered, his chest caved, his body drenched in blood. The stage was awash in crimson, but Evangeline remained spotless except for her feet. She had defeated the drugged Black Panther.

Evangeline tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Elegant. Stunningly elegant.

Silence reigned for ten seconds, then exploded into cheers and applause.

"Monkey King! Monkey King! Monkey King!"

The fight had been amazing; their blood was boiling. Even those who lost money felt it was worth it.

"Monkey King, one more fight!" "One more fight!" "Goddess! You are my goddess!" "Holy shit! Goddess, please become my master. I'll give you a million dollars a month!"

According to the rules, Evangeline had to defend her win against other challengers. But after witnessing her victory over a quadruply-drugged Black Panther, no one dared to enter the ring.

Black Panther was dead, his body grotesquely contorted. The sight terrified everyone. She shouldn't be called Monkey King. She should be called King of Hell, they thought. Even the King of Hell isn't as cruel!

Seeing no challengers, Evangeline hesitated before saying, "Bring in the white tiger."

A collective gasp arose. That white tiger has eaten many people! She wants to challenge that? they thought.

Arthur worried. The white tiger was a veteran, present even during his time in the underground fighting scene. Its strength was formidable. Moreover, the organizers would drug the tiger, increasing its ferocity and power. He wanted to dissuade Evangeline, but the boss, eager for profit, had already agreed and sent for the tiger, lowering a huge iron cage to contain it.

Soon, the white tiger entered the ring. Evangeline saw it was enormous—nearly 17 feet long, over 5 feet tall, weighing 1100 pounds—a genetically modified beast far exceeding a normal white tiger. This was a creature that could crush a human. No wonder no one had beaten it.

Evangeline regarded the white tiger with solemn vigilance.

Alas, such an amazing figure is going to be eaten by Tiger Typhoon, the crowd murmured. She’s too arrogant. She knows nothing about Tiger Typhoon’s power!

Ignoring them, Evangeline asked the referee, "If I win, can I keep it?"

The referee, after receiving a nod from the boss (who clearly believed she would lose), agreed: "Deal. A huge bonus if you win."

Evangeline smiled. "Let's begin."

The cage door opened. The white tiger roared, charging. Evangeline dodged, rolling aside. The tiger readjusted, attacking again. Evangeline moved with incredible agility, almost monkey-like, around the ring and cage, stunning the audience.

"Damn it! The Monkey King deserves her name! She's as agile as a monkey!" "I thought Tiger Typhoon would eat her in seconds! She's been evading for so long!" "She's the longest-surviving contestant yet!"

"She's too strong. Don't you think she looks familiar? Especially when she crawls, she kinda looks like Evangeline" "I thought that too, but no way is Evangeline that strong, let alone in street fights." "Yeah, celebrities make money so easily. Why would they come here and work their ass off?"

"She's awesome. I'm switching my admiration. The Monkey King is my new goddess! I love a woman who can knock me out!" "Beautiful and powerful. Who wouldn't love that?" "Monkey King, you must survive!" "Monkey King, come on!" "Monkey King, I love you!"

Arthur laughed, shaking his head. Evangeline was captivating. Wherever she went, her strength and charisma won people over. He couldn't imagine anything beyond

In the ring, while the tiger was distracted, Evangeline leaped onto its back, choking it, her legs clamping its massive body. The tiger roared and thrashed, rolling across the ring, crushing Evangeline. Blood stained them both, creating a terrifying spectacle. The audience held its breath, worried for Monkey King. The tiger’s weight threatened to crush her.

"Alas! She's human. How can she beat such a big tiger with her bare hands!" "It's amazing she's held on this long. She's surpassed 90% of humans." "Even if she dies, she's my hero!" "Such a powerful human about to be killed."

As the crowd sighed, Evangeline prepared her next bold move