When Ryder Sharp emerged from the shadows, Henry Caldwell immediately regretted it.
The man was dressed all in black. His top was a tank top, clearly revealing his strong upper and lower arms, which had exceptionally well-defined muscles—not exaggerated, but with smooth, natural lines.
You could tell he was a trained fighter.
He had a head of short, neat black hair and was looking down as he put on his gloves with practiced movements.
When he stepped into the boxing ring, his oppressive aura intensified.
He didn't need to speak. A single glance was enough to tell everyone:
Here...
He was the absolute king.
Henry Caldwell had never seen anyone like this in Keston. Lacking any real skill, he naturally felt nervous. He walked up to Ryder Sharp and said in a low voice, "Buddy, you a professional?"
Ryder Sharp remained silent.
"Let's just spar for fun, no need to get too serious. We can just make a new friend, how about it?"
