Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 880

The entire platform shook three times.

Just as the starting bell stopped ringing, Chandler's opponent collapsed, securing Chandler's successful title defense.

Meanwhile, Ambrose found himself more captivated watching from the sidelines than if he were to fight on the stage.

Leaning over the barrier, he shouted toward the judges' booth, "Hey, how is this supposed to work? Are we really going to wait for Mr. Newton for 10 minutes? Do you have any idea how much he can achieve in just one minute?"

Ambrose's words snapped the referees out of their daze. After exchanging whispers, an attendant hurried forward to assess the fallen man's injuries.

Once it was confirmed he couldn't stand, the attendant stood up and raised Chandler's right hand in victory.

As anticipated, Chandler was unanimously declared the winner.

"Wow! I didn't expect this skinny guy to fight so well!"

"Another match! Bring on the next one!"

Chandler stood solemnly on the platform, his gaze fixed on Helen as he nodded to her. Next to him, officials swiftly escorted the previous contestant away.

Soon after, a second challenger stepped forward. Helen found a prime viewing spot and settled in comfortably.

Chandler's victory in the second round was inevitable.

40 minutes later, Chandler was the reigning champion with 12 consecutive wins under his belt. He was just one fight away from breaking Gladiatorial Diva's winning streak.

The 13th challenger arrived late. He wore a fox mask, adding an air of mystery.

This challenger stood out from the others. Instead of launching direct attacks on Chandler, he maintained a cautious distance, circling the arena twice before coming to a stop.

Running out of patience, Chandler took the initiative to try and swiftly end the fight. However, the masked man's movements were elusive, evading every attack.

"Hey! What's this woman doing? This fight is life or death! Security, get her off the stage!"

"Is this becoming a two-on-one match now? What's happening?"

"Hey, pansy, if you can't handle it, just apologize to everyone here. There's no need to hide behind a woman like a coward!"

Just then, Jim dashed over. With a sense of urgency, he shouted from the sidelines, "Ms. Spencer, you're well aware of the arena rules. Unless the dominant party concedes, a third person can't interfere."

"I understand," Helen replied, her gaze fixed on the masked man. "I believe he's on the verge of yielding. If you need confirmation, feel free to ask him."

Helen narrowed her eyes, a stern warning in her gaze.

If the masked man dared to refuse, she was prepared to create a spectacle in the arena, ensuring he would be the first to meet his end.