She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother - Chapter 432: Four vs One (2)

The fight had turned brutal.

The four men no longer held back. They attacked with full coordination, moving like a single deadly entity. Every strike was sharper, faster, and more ruthless than before.

Alex tried to keep up, but it was becoming overwhelming. Just as he blocked one attack, another would come from a different angle.

Pavel swept low, trying to take his legs out, while Dimitri rushed in from the side and landed a sharp strike to his shoulder.

The combined force threw Alex off balance. He quickly tried to recover by jumping backward, but it was too late.

Damien appeared right in front of him like a ghost.

With explosive power, he launched a devastating roundhouse kick straight into Alex’s chest.

The impact was brutal… a deep, thunderous sound echoed through the entire hall as Alex’s body was launched into the air like a broken kite caught in a violent storm.

He flew across the training area and crashed heavily onto the reinforced floor, the force of the landing sending a dull shockwave through the ground.

For a moment, everything went silent.

Alex lay there, motionless, as the four men stood in position, breathing heavily, their eyes locked on his fallen figure.

“Finally got him,” Andre said with a grin, breathing heavily as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Pavel chuckled and nodded. “Yeah… finally got our revenge.”

Dimitri smirked, resting his hands on his knees. “Took us long enough. He made us work for it.”

Pavel glanced at Alex’s fallen figure and added with a small laugh, “Is he gonna stand up? Or did we finally knock him out cold?”

The four of them shared another round of light laughter… not mocking in a cruel way, but more like teammates who had finally managed to land a solid hit after struggling for so long.

Standing to the side, Viktor watched quietly, his arms crossed and his eyes focused. He observed everything with the sharp gaze of a mentor, curious to see how Alex would react after taking such a heavy blow.

And then—

A low chuckle broke the silence.

Alex slowly pushed himself up from the floor. His body was covered in bruises and red marks, yet there was no pain on his face. In fact, he looked completely fine.

He stood up, rolled his shoulders, and let out a short laugh.

“Haha… That was a good one,” Alex said, wiping a bit of blood from the corner of his mouth. “You guys really didn’t hold back, huh?”

The four men stared at him in surprise.

Alex looked at them with a genuine smile and nodded in appreciation.

“Your coordination is impressive,” he said honestly. “The way you switch positions, cover each other’s blind spots, and attack in sync… It’s not something you see every day. I’m honestly impressed.”

And he wasn’t lying.

Initially, Alex had believed he could handle them without much trouble. After all, he had already defeated each of them separately over the past few days. He knew their fighting styles, their strengths, and their weaknesses.

But fighting them all together was a completely different experience.

He had been proven wrong.

The sheer horror of coordinated teamwork had caught him off guard. Their attacks flowed into one another seamlessly, leaving almost no room for counterattacks. It was overwhelming.

But even in this small defeat, he wasn’t without gain.

A small, satisfied smile appeared on his face as he glanced at his system.

[Battle Sense: 5% → 5.01%]

It was a very small increase, but considering it happened in just a few minutes of intense fighting, it was still significant. The pressure of facing multiple skilled opponents at once had clearly pushed him forward.

He then turned his head and looked toward the edge of the ring.

Viktor stood there with his arms crossed, quietly observing the entire fight. A small, satisfied smile played on his lips as he watched Alex get back up without showing any real discomfort.

Their eyes met.

Alex gave Viktor a small smirk, as if silently saying—I’m not done yet.

Viktor’s smile widened slightly.

The tension in the room rose once again.

The four men exchanged glances, then slowly moved back into position, ready to continue the fight.

Alex took a deep breath and dropped back into his stance, his eyes burning with determination.

This time, he wasn’t just defending.

His mind was working at lightning speed.

Every movement, every attack pattern, every shift in position… he had been observing it all. He had already analyzed their coordination, their timing, their habits, and even the small gaps they left when switching positions.

He had been patient.

But now… it was time to act.

Alex’s eyes sharpened. The calm, focused look in them sent a chill down the spines of the four men.

Without warning, he moved.

Fast. Precise. Deadly.

As Damien came in with a powerful punch, Alex didn’t block or dodge like before. Instead, he stepped forward at the perfect angle, grabbed Damien’s wrist, and used his own momentum to throw him straight into Pavel, who was rushing in from the side.

Crash!

Both men collided hard and stumbled.

Before anyone could react, Alex spun around and delivered a sharp, devastating elbow straight into Dimitri’s solar plexus. The impact was so clean and powerful that Dimitri’s eyes widened in shock as the air was violently knocked out of his lungs. He dropped to one knee, gasping.

Andre tried to attack from behind, but Alex had already predicted it. He ducked low, swept Andre’s legs with a lightning-fast low kick, and followed up with a palm strike to his chest that sent him flying backward.

In just a few seconds, the entire flow of the fight had changed.

The four men stared at Alex with widened eyes, completely stunned by the sudden shift. Just moments ago, they had him on the defensive. Now, he was dismantling their coordination like it was nothing.

From the side, Viktor’s expression changed.

He had been calmly analyzing every move Alex made, but now his eyes narrowed slightly. A trace of genuine surprise and respect appeared on his face.

’This boy…’ Viktor thought. ’He’s not just strong. His calmness under pressure, his ability to adapt mid-fight, his sharp thinking process, and his combat awareness… he has improved a lot.’

What impressed Viktor the most was that even while completely dominating the fight, Alex showed no arrogance. No ego. No unnecessary flair. He fought with pure focus and efficiency, like someone who had already walked through life-and-death battles many times before.

Viktor felt a deep sense of satisfaction.

This… This is the mindset a true fighter should have.

Alex didn’t stop.

He moved like a ghost… slipping between attacks, countering with perfect timing, and breaking their formation with every strike.

Within minutes, the fight that once looked impossible for him had completely turned around.

The four men tried their best to regroup and launch a counterattack, but Alex was no longer the same person they had been fighting just minutes ago. His movements had become sharper, his reactions faster, and his counters more devastating.

Damien was the first to fall.

After a series of rapid exchanges, Alex caught him off guard with a perfectly timed sweep and followed it with a clean strike to the chest, sending him crashing to the ground.

Dimitri tried to attack from the side, but Alex had already read his movement. He ducked under the punch and delivered a sharp elbow to Dimitri’s ribs, forcing him down to one knee.

Andre lasted a little longer, putting up a strong resistance, but Alex’s relentless pressure eventually broke through his defense. A lightning-fast combination left Andre gasping for air as he dropped to the floor.

Only Pavel remained standing.

The two of them faced each other, both breathing heavily. Pavel’s face was covered in sweat, and his breathing was ragged. He stared at Alex with a mix of respect and disbelief.

Alex didn’t give him time to recover.

He moved in fast, breaking through Pavel’s guard with a series of precise strikes before landing a final, clean hit that sent Pavel stumbling backward and falling to the ground.

Silence filled the training hall.

All four men were now lying on the floor, breathing heavily. None of them tried to get up. They had given everything they had, but in the end, they couldn’t overcome Alex when he fought with full focus.

Alex stood in the center of the ring, his chest rising and falling heavily. His body was covered in bruises, and sweat dripped down his face. He was clearly exhausted and not in good shape, but there was a satisfied smile on his lips.

He had done it.

He had defeated all four of them together.

Pavel was the first to speak. He let out a tired laugh as he looked up at Alex from the floor.

“…We lost,” he admitted with a grin. “Completely.”

Dimitri nodded, still catching his breath.

“Yeah… that was impressive, sir. You really turned it around.”

Andre wiped the sweat from his face and added, “We thought we had you… but you proved us wrong.”

Damien looked at Alex with clear respect in his eyes and said, “You’ve improved a lot. We couldn’t keep up in the end.”

All four of them had admitted defeat.

From the side, Viktor walked forward slowly, his arms still crossed. A proud and satisfied smile played on his lips as he looked at Alex.

He could see it clearly… Alex was tired, bruised, and breathing hard. But the calm, focused look in his eyes and the satisfied smile on his face told Viktor everything he needed to know.

This was the mindset of a true fighter.

Viktor stopped in front of Alex and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Well done,” he said quietly. “You passed the test.”

Alex looked at him, still breathing heavily, but his smile remained.