Bailey, dressed in an apricot-yellow suit, with a well-proportioned figure and long arms, stood into the arena, looking dashing. Steel blocks, on the other hand, have bold lines and well-defined muscles.

With the referee's whistle, the game began.

The steel block roared, moved its legs, and charged towards Bailey like a heavy tank. But Bailey was well aware of her weakness. Her strength and physical condition did not allow her to confront the steel block head-on. So, she leaped and moved, using her nimble movements, constantly dodging around the field, defending instead of attacking.

The steel block kept swinging her fists and smashing Bailey.

The time for the first period was coming up quickly.

The steel block was already drenched in sweat on his body and face, and he panted to the side of the field. The assistant rushed over, gave him water and wiped the sweat.

Bailey also returned to his side and ate two pieces of chocolate to replenish his strength. She was now considering dragging the steel block to the point of exhaustion, so that she would look for the right moment to deliver a sudden blow to him. But judging from what happened in the match just now, it seemed that the steel was not as fragile as she had thought. Although it had expended a lot of energy, its pace was not unsteady and its punch speed was not reduced.

It turns out to be a war of attrition.

The second game, with the referee's whistle. Bailey continued to play the same way as before, mainly defending and dodging to wear down the steel block's energy.

However, Bailey's unrestrained defense made the fight look less exciting than a duel. This disappointed audiences who were already accustomed to bloodshed and violence and were looking for punches to hit the ground.

"Witches can't do it either. They just know how to defend."

"A woman who gives birth and cooks at home, come here and disgrace herself."

In the stadium, the audience booed.

The beaks reached Bailey's ears and greatly affected her mood, indicating that she wasn't good at boxing.

Otherwise, attack a few times to see. With this thought in mind, Bailey took advantage of the moment when the steel block punched him in the face to make a surprise attack on the side of the steel block.

But the steel was no good-for-nothing. Despite his tall and heavy build, he was quick to react. When he saw Bailey's surprise attack on him, he quickly changed his punches and blocked Bailey's arm with his hand.

In fact, the steel block's punch didn't land on Bailey's arm, at most it just grazed the edge.

Even so, the astonishing force of the steel block, the hammer-like fist, still pushed Bailey back a step, and she felt her arm hurt terribly.

The situation was a bit chaotic on Bailey's side, and the steel was thinking of taking the opportunity to attack. Fortunately, the final whistle of the second quarter rang at that moment. Bailey let out a long breath, and this stop came just in time.

"She was a bit impatient and should have followed up on the front defense and worn down the opponent." Carl saw Bailey injured and commented below.

"Boss, are you feeling a bit heartbroken?" The man, seeing that Carl was in a good mood, made a joke.

"Where did you get all that nonsense?" Carl glanced at him, gave a faint smile, and showed no obvious displeasure.

"May I let the steel block do as planned in the next section?" The man asked Carl for instructions.

Carl nodded in agreement.

At the start of the third quarter, Bailey and the steel block were back on the court.

After the first two quarters, Bailey felt that most of his energy had been exhausted. When he dodged, he felt his legs were heavy and his speed advantage had vanished.

Oh no, I intended to drag my opponent down, but it was I who was the first to run out of energy.

Just then, the steel block pushed Bailey into a dead corner, and he suddenly punched both sides of Bailey's head.

Though the steel was now drenched in sweat, as if he had just been fished out of water, his punches were as powerful as ever, with a string of illusions, and they were heading towards Bailey's head.

But at that very moment, Steel block raised his eyes and glanced into the audience, and saw someone in the VIP seats, and suddenly made a concealed and peculiar gesture.

Having received the signal, the steel immediately understood what he should do.

As soon as he pulled back, he withdrew most of his force, and his punches slowed down accordingly.

Bailey, who had no way to avoid it, was thinking of going all out to fight the steel block's fist. As a result, for some unknown reason, the steel block's fist dropped and weakened, and slowed down.

Of course, such a situation could only be perceived by the experts or the two sides in the arena, and it was hard to tell with the naked eye for those who enjoyed the excitement and wanted to make a fortune from the result of this match.

Bailey knew that the opportunity would not come again, and she immediately took advantage of the precious gap, crouched down and attacked the steel bar's ribs from the bottom up.

The steel lost his balance and lay down in the arena as he swung his fists wide, along with Bailey's strike from below.

There were less than five seconds left before the end of the third period.

The referee had to stop the game and count back ten seconds against the steel block.

The steel, with a pained look on his face, was so heavy that he had a much greater impact on his body than a normal person.

"Winner, Witch!" The referee raised Bailey's arm.

The witch won, or knocked down her opponent. In the entire arena, some were jubilant, some were dejected and helpless, and some were pointing at the steel blocks and cursing.

All in all, Bailey's victory proved that truth and luck are always in the hands of a few.

Whether the audience below was in pain or joy, but Bailey was smiling because she had won the game. Proving that a woman can beat a man on the fighting ring, too.

She went up to the steel block and reached out her hand to him amicably, ready to pull him up.

But the steel block glared fiercely at Bailey, raised his arm and pushed her hand aside. "Get out of here, you stinky woman, do you think you won the game? Did you think you could win the game?"

Having said that, he got up angrily from the ground and walked down from the arena amid the overwhelming insults from the audience.

Bailey was taken aback when he said this, and the steel block meant something. But the sudden slowdown of the steel block during the game was indeed rather strange.

Could it be that he was deliberately losing the game?

A new game has begun. Whether the previous bet was a win or a loss, the audience has no heart to recall. They are now fully absorbed in the new game, the new bet.

Bailey had changed his clothes in the lounge and was about to leave when he saw Heidi come in and say, "Mr. Carl wants to see you."