"Get up there quickly if you don't want to die!" the first mate shouted.
Zack turned around, looking at the boxing ring behind him that seemed even taller than himself. His legs began to tremble uncontrollably again.
"Is this the person who's daring to challenge Mr. Dak? Doesn't look like a master to me," the beautiful host walked to the side of the ring, bent down to look at Zack below, and said, "Sir, may I ask your name?"
"I... I'm Zack," Zack swallowed and said.
"Oh! Mr. Zack, are you here to challenge Mr. Dak?" the host asked.
Zack really wanted to say he was forced, but seeing the murderous look in the first mate's eyes, he had no choice but to say, "I... I want to try."
"Good! People really can't be judged by appearances! This Mr. Zack, who looks like he doesn't weigh more than 100 pounds, actually dares to challenge Mr. Dak. Mr. Zack must have some secret weapon! Next, let's welcome Mr. Zack, to the stage!"
"Wow!!!!!!"
