Chapter 393

As cheers erupted around him, Ethan Shaw grabbed a towel from a nearby servant and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Meanwhile, Sam, who lay on the ground, looked absolutely furious. Out of nowhere, he launched a sweeping kick. Ethan quickly stepped aside, dodging it, but still ended up rolling on the grass. Sam sprang to his feet and pounced without giving Ethan a chance to recover, fists tight and aimed straight for him. Lillian Davenport gasped, “Sam, what the hell are you doing?!” Ethan didn’t have time to get up. Propping himself on one elbow, he threw up both legs to block the punches head-on. To everyone’s shock, he nailed a solid kick that sent Sam stumbling back a few steps. Not missing a beat, Ethan flipped up onto his feet and slipped back into fighting stance. Boxing was simple and brutal—win with footwork and power. Speed and precision were key. But even in such a rough sport, there were lines you didn’t cross. One of them? You don’t attack someone who’s down. “Sam! That’