Out Of The Shadows Tilda’s Brilliant Second Life novel Chapter 217

Chapter 217 He Was Just Too Weak

In the end, it was Tilda who crushed Howard with overwhelming force.

From the moment Tilda dodged Howard’s first jab, the match was completely one–sided.

Draco finally snapped out of his shock.

He rushed forward to stop Tilda before she could land another blow.

That’s enough, Tilda. The match is over. You can’t hit him anymore–you’ll hurt him!

With Draco in the way, Tilda finally let go of Howard.

She looked at him with nothing but pure disdain.

So this is all you’ve got? You actually thought you could take me on?

Hmph!

She couldn’t help but scoff. That didn’t even count as a warm–up for her.

He was just too weak.

Howard collapsed onto the floor like a heap of mud.

“Howard!”

Wade hurried up onto the ring and helped him up.

So much blood…

There is blood everywhere…

Howard suddenly started coughing violently and spat up a mouthful of blood.

“Quick! Get the first aid kit, a towel, and some ice!

“I’ll handle emergency treatment for Howard!”

Everything had been prepared in advance.

The front desk girl rushed to bring the supplies to the ring.

Just as Draco was about to treat Howard’s injuries, Howard tried to stand, swaying on his feet.

Draco held Howard down and barked, “Don’t move! You’re badly hurt! Let me treat you first!”

“No… I didn’t lose… How could I lose… so badly…”

“Tilda, I haven’t lost yet. Come on… let’s fight…”

Howard struggled to speak, but his voice was weak and broken, barely more than a whisper.

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Chapter 217 He Was Just Too Weak

He was a shadow of his former self.

No one else could bear to watch anymore.

Howard’s spirit was admirable, but the fact was, he had lost.

Man, Tilda totally destroyed you out there!

You didn’t even stand a chance!

Why are you still pushing yourself like this? This is pointless!

Finished

“Howard, do you realize that if this had been a real underground match, my last combo would’ve killed you?”

Tilda calmly took off her mouthguard and gloves, a smirk on her lips as she looked down at Howard.

“You should be grateful this was a sparring match, not a real fight. If I had gone all out, you’d have died so many times you couldn’t even count.”

Those words made Howard’s body shake.

“You …

you mean you were holding back…”

…

So those punches didn’t carry Tilda’s full strength?

No way!

I couldn’t even see Tilda’s moves and got completely beaten down.

My so–called invincible defense was worthless before her.

She smashed through it in one hit.

If Tilda still have more power in reserve …

How scary would that be?

Just the thought sent a chill down Howard’s spine.

He suddenly realized the gap between them was impossible to cross

He’d been too naive all along.

He’d really believed Tilda had only won by catching him off guard.

But the truth was clear.

No matter how many times they fought, he’d always lose.

Tilda would always crush him.

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Howard never imagined that even if he gave it everything he had, he would lose so miserably. His dignity was utterly shattered.

“What else would you expect? Howard, you’re just too weak. You’re so weak you almost put me to sleep. You don’t have a single ounce of skill worth showing off.

“Sparring with you barely even counted as a warm–up for me.”

Tilda’s cold words hit Howard like invisible arrows, straight through his heart.

His eyes widened as adrenaline surged through him, his jaw clenched so hard it ached.

Wade sensed trouble and quickly stepped in. “Tilda, that’s enough. You’ve already won. Don’t rub it in…

“Tilda! I lost, and I lost badly!

“But… am I really no threat to you at all?”

Howard couldn’t believe his proudest combat skill meant nothing to Tilda

He was a world champion.

The spotlights, the cameras–they’d all been on him.

He had been a hero to so many. He was everyone’s idol and pride.

He’d always been showered with flowers and applause.

His career had been smooth, his rise unstoppable.

No matter the opponent, Howard had always beaten them in the World Wrestling Championship, claiming the top spot in the world.

He had never been humiliated like this before.

Humiliation–it was now etched into his

very

soul.

It would never fade, unless he died and vanished from this world.

Every word that left Howard’s mouth sounded like it was squeezed out between his teeth, burning with rage.

I could not admit defeat.