Chapter 101

Marshall had hit Derrick with the Iron Fist Strike. Blood poured out of the hole in Derrick's chest, dyeing his clothes red. Marshall then landed a heavy kick on Derrick's face. Derrick's blood-curdling scream stopped abruptly before he collapsed to the ground like a puppet without its strings. All his front teeth had been knocked out. He fell to the ground with a heavy thud. He writhed weakly on the ground while groaning in pain. "How useless," Ann said, glaring at him. Derrick had acted all high and mighty, but he had now been reduced to a crying mess. How shameful. "Mr. Moore!" Two burly men in black rushed forward to help Derrick up. They dragged him aside to treat his wounds. "Marshall wins the second round." Now, Ann and Mikael had each won one round. The third round would be the tiebreaker. Ann looked at Wyatt. "That Marshall guy's pretty strong. A-Are you sure you can win?" "Just sit back, and watch the show," Wyatt replied with a smile. Marshall was glaring daggers