# Chapter 628: The Trap Within the Ring
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The battle was fierce. King lunged forward with the force of a raging bull, but James, with his lightning-fast agility, dodged and weaved, wearing the giant down. King was panting heavily, his muscles glistening with sweat. Yet, James wasn't having an easy time either. Every punch he landed on King felt like striking a concrete wall—solid, unyielding. To defeat King, you needed either blinding speed to confuse him or overwhelming strength to overpower him.
The more James fought, the more a dangerous thrill coursed through his veins. He almost believed he could win—if only Luke hadn't come into the ring. But then, he saw it: a crack in King's defense. In a flash of excitement, James leaped up, grabbing King's shoulder, attempting to drag him out of the ring. A step outside meant a loss!
The crowd roared with triumph. "We're winning! We're winning!"
Luke's eyes widened, his excitement almost tangible.
But Keira silently sighed.
Holly, sensing her unease, asked anxiously, "What happened?"
"We're losing," Keira murmured, her frown deepening.
Her brother had acted too rashly. That opening wasn't real—it was a carefully laid trap. King had deliberately exposed that weakness to lure James in. If James had stayed calm, he could have prolonged the fight another ten minutes, draining King's energy completely. That would have been a sure victory. But with Luke's eager shouts egging him on, James took the bait, knowing full well it might be a trick.
Luke scoffed at Keira's pessimism. "What nonsense are you talking about? Clearly, James has the upper hand! Aren't you the prominent Inner Sect Disciple of the Freeman Sect? Your martial arts seem mediocre at best, and you couldn't even tell that. Maybe you should go home and train for a few more years before coming back!"
Holly wanted to snap back, but remembering Luke was about to fight, she held her tongue and whispered to Keira, "Don't take his words to heart."
Keira simply shook her head.
Luke sneered, "Some people think that just because they're from the Olsen family, they can get into the Freeman Sect through connections. But your martial arts aren't impressive at all. You should take the time to learn from the Senior Sister. She's outstanding, yet here you are, an Inner Sect Disciple, unable to grasp a simple fight. Doesn't that embarrass you?"
And then—in a heartbeat—everything changed.
As James grabbed King's shoulder, King spun around with explosive speed, snatching James's arm in a countermove, and hurled him out of the ring!
James was dumbfounded.
He crashed onto the ground, rolling to absorb the impact. "Damn, I've been outmaneuvered!"
Gasps erupted from the crowd. "What just happened?"
Luke stared at Keira in disbelief.
Holly was stunned. "Keira, you actually predicted this correctly!"
Predicted? Luke thought, his pride stung. No one could be *that* accurate with a mere guess.
James ran back, dejected. "I can't believe I lost. That's really too bad. Luke, it's all on you now! King's energy is at its limit—he can't hold on much longer!"
Luke nodded, his gaze fixed on King, who was now gasping for breath and half-kneeling in the competition area.
Luke stepped onto the stage. "Let me finish this match!"
But then—
"Hold on a moment."
The head of Interpol stepped forward, smiling. "King needs to replenish his energy."
He walked into the arena, retrieved a small vial from his pocket, and handed it to King. King injected the serum immediately. His fatigue vanished. His eyes sharpened. His muscles seemed to swell with renewed power. He was back at peak condition—and perhaps even stronger than before.
James, watching from below, was stunned. "What did you give him? A stimulant?"
Interpol's head handed him the empty vial. "It's an energy supplement we developed ourselves. It instantly restores a person's physical strength and complies with all regulations. It's not a banned substance. Technology is part of strength. Using an energy supplement isn't against the rules."
Indeed, it wasn't. Many boxers use food to replenish energy during a match—how could this be against the rules?
James clenched his fists in frustration and glanced at Luke with concern. With King now at full strength, even if Luke and James teamed up, they'd be lucky to get a draw! They had already expended considerable energy, and now they had to start over again?!
James sighed, approached Luke, and whispered, "There's no need to go all out. Just do your best; we still have one more person to rely on."
But Luke's eyes burned with fierce determination. "I must win this match!"
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**Reader's Impressions & Star Rating:**
Oh, what a chapter! The tension was palpable from start to finish. Keira's quiet wisdom shines against Luke's arrogance, and James's fall into the trap is both thrilling and heartbreaking. The twist with the energy supplement adds a layer of unfairness that makes you root for Luke even more. The writing captures the raw emotion and strategy of combat perfectly.
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Rating: 4.6 / 5 Stars
**Next Chapter Prediction:**
Now that King is back at full power and Luke is determined to fight, the next chapter promises an explosive confrontation. Will Luke's raw determination be enough to match King's renewed strength? And how will Keira's hidden abilities come into play? I predict that Luke will push himself to the limit, but a shocking revelation about King's true power might turn the tables.
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