Chapter 33: Fistfight
Chapter 33: Fistfight
"Hmm? Something's not right..."
Fang Xing, wandering amidst the ruins of the Old Town, suddenly felt his heart lurch.
He spun around, only to see at the far end of his vision, a pitch-black figure in hot pursuit!
The pursuer was incredibly fast, their movements astonishing.
"It's a Pu Yu Realm warrior, a Federal Pu Yu Realm warrior, with battle prowess far beyond the Innate Warrior stage!"
"Not only that, but he's also wearing a nano-protective suit!"
Fang's gaze fell on the pursuer's nano-protective suit, and as he looked upward, he saw a high-bridged nose and triangular eyes.
"I can't beat him... And he's chasing me with ill intentions!"
With that thought, he reached into his pocket, secretly tearing off a 'Wind-Riding Talisman'.
The next moment—
Whoosh!
A gust of cool wind surrounded him, making him feel as if the air resistance had suddenly decreased by more than half. With a gentle leap, he was riding the wind, soaring over twenty meters in an instant.
"Damn..."
'Corpse Eater' Lance, witnessing this, widened his eyes. "I didn't expect a wind-type ability user... Makes sense, you'd need some special tricks up your sleeve to dare to come to the black market."
Fang secretly tore off talismans in his pocket, appearing to outsiders like a wind-type ability user. He dared not slack off and quickly accelerated.
After putting some distance between them, he darted into a building, sticking two more talismans on himself.
-'Stealth Talisman'!
-'Invisibility Talisman'!
It didn't take long for him to see Lance in pursuit, committing the pursuer's face to memory.
Then, he saw Lance summon a group of rats, seemingly to search for something.
Unfortunately, these rats couldn't detect Fang's trail at all.
"Caucasian male, triangular eyes, able to control small animals... I'll remember you," Fang vowed silently.
Today, he might not be a match, but people can change in three days, let alone the time it would take for him to get stronger.
For him, it wouldn't take long.
When the time came, he would avenge this grudge, no matter what!
...
Two days later.
Night had fallen.
Fang Xing returned to the Old Town.
He had no choice... He had already spent the money, so he had to come.
Furthermore, this time he was an invited guest, and the Blood Cage Fighting Arena should have made arrangements.
The boundary between the Old Town and the New City was an old, abandoned bus stop.
When Fang arrived, he found quite a few people already there, most of them white-collar workers and small businessmen, looking somewhat excited.
Honk! Honk!
Suddenly, an ancient bus horn blared, and a yellow bus approached.
This old relic had obviously been modified; iron bars were welded over the windows, and the edges were lined with barbed wire.
It resembled a prison bus for transporting dangerous criminals.
Clang!
The bus pulled into the station, its doors opening to reveal a middle-aged man in a black suit.
He wore sunglasses, and his face bore a formulaic smile. "Welcome, ladies and gentlemen. I am the customer manager of the Blood Cage Fighting Arena. Now, please board the bus, and let us take you to experience the thrills of the arena... This trip requires a ticket for admission, and we will also safely return you here after the fights conclude... Of course, if you choose to leave the arena on your own, you will no longer be within our protection..."
After explaining the rules, he waved his hand. "Please board!"
A young man with dyed yellow hair immediately stepped forward, producing his purchased ticket and smoothly boarding the bus.
Seeing this, the other passengers followed suit.
Fang quietly observed, positioning himself in the middle of the line.
Once onboard, he randomly chose a seat and found himself next to the yellow-haired man.
"So, this is the Black Market District?"
As the bus started moving, Yellow Hair, whose name was Hao Chi, looked around excitedly. "I've always wanted to come and see for myself... I hear the nightlife here is especially thrilling!"
"Yes, thrilling to the point of almost losing your life..."
Recalling the pursuit he had experienced two days prior, Fang interjected, his expression grim.
Of course, now that he was a guest of the fighting arena, he was under their protection. Even if that attacker had ten times the guts, they wouldn't dare come to plunder.
The Blood Cage Fighting Arena's reputation and monopoly over the nearby black-market fights didn't come without backing; they weren't pushovers.
"Is that so?"
Hearing Fang's comment, Hao Chi seemed even more excited. "My name's Hao Chi, what about you?"
"When I'm out and about, I never give my real name."
Fang closed his eyes, silently awaiting their arrival.
...
Blood Cage Fighting Arena.
Compared to the daytime, the arena now seemed to have come alive, with colorful neon lights flashing everywhere and countless people gathering.
Bunny girls and cat girls roamed about, holding trays with gambling chips and alcoholic drinks.
At the center of what used to be a sports field was now a massive fighting stage.
Encircling the stage was a hideous iron cage, rusted in places, with remnants of flesh and bloodstains in some spots.
A primitive, wild, and bloody aura seemed to permeate the air.
The surrounding spectators, however, seemed to have their ancient, wild instincts ignited, their voices rising with excitement.
"Iron Hand's fight is at nine o'clock..."
Fang Xing held a cup of fruit juice, declining the bet offered by the cat girl, and stood quietly outside the iron cage, observing.
"Ladies and gentlemen, good evening, and welcome to the Blood Cage Fighting Arena!"
Just then, numerous spotlights converged on the stage, illuminating a master of ceremonies dressed in a white suit with a blood-red rose pinned to his chest.
His expression was excited, and his voice thundered, shaking the audience's eardrums.
'What a guy... at least he's a Pu Yu Realm warrior who has cultivated a martial technique like the 'Lion's Roar'!'
Fang Xing rubbed his ears as he heard the emcee continue, "First up, we have 'Blaze' versus 'Killer Croc'. Let the bloodshed begin and may it please us all!"
As his words fell, the iron cages on both sides opened, and two boxers entered.
'Blaze' wore a red cape, with his fists wrapped in bandages, looking lean and slender.
'Killer Croc', on the other hand, was a two-meter-tall black man with dirty braids and tattoos all over his body.
"Let the fight begin!"
Along with the emcee's shout, the two iron cages closed.
Then, Blaze threw off his cape and collided fiercely with Killer Croc.
Fists, feet, elbows... the two figures seemed to transform into killing machines, with every part of their bodies exuding deadly intent.
"They're not very strong, just around the second realm, but their combat experience far surpasses mine... If I'm not allowed to use my equipment, I might not win..."
Fang Xing's expression turned solemn as he watched intently.
Bang! Just then, he saw Blaze throw a double-fisted punch, striking Killer Croc's temples.
This punch was obviously heavy, and the giant-like Killer Croc fell to the ground, struggling to get up.
"In a true life-and-death battle, it only takes a few moves to decide the outcome..."
Fang Xing learned a lot from witnessing this scene.
"Congratulations to Blaze for winning this round... Next, it's up to the audience to decide whether to kill Killer Croc or not."
The emcee stood at the edge of the iron cage, his expression becoming more and more frenzied, "Those who support the death penalty for Killer Croc, please raise your right hand!"
"Kill him!"
"Kill this piece of shit, he made me lose a fortune!"
"Kill, kill, kill!"
...
Almost as soon as the emcee finished speaking, most of the audience raised their right hands, clenched their fists, and shouted madly.
"Kill! Kill, kill!"
Amid the audience's roar, Blaze didn't hesitate and grabbed Killer Croc's head, twisting it forcefully.
Crack!
With the sickening sound of breaking bones, Killer Croc's body fell heavily to the ground.
Witnessing this, Fang Xing fell silent.
'Fuck, Liu Wei and I almost got lured by the high reward and ended up as black-market boxers...'
'With our strength back then, we would have been eliminated in the first round, or even worse, tortured and killed for entertainment...'
Thinking of this, he felt relieved about the original owner's choice.
Subsequently, several more fights took place.
Bloody, brutal...
There were also various strange martial arts and techniques that opened Fang Xing's eyes to a whole new world.
"Next up, we have the most exciting part of tonight's fight card!"
The emcee undid his necktie, looking extremely excited, "Let's welcome... 'Iron Hand' and 'Armor King'!"
"Oooh!"
The entire audience cheered together, as if two superstar emperors were about to take the stage.
"Iron Hand is finally up."
Fang Xing's expression stirred as he gazed at the iron cage fighting arena.
On the west side of the arena, a burly warrior was making his entrance.
His upper body was bare, revealing lean muscles, especially his right arm, which was a sci-fi-like mechanical arm!
"A Machine Warrior, this 'Iron Hand' is actually a 'Machine Warrior'?"
Seeing this, Fang Xing was deep in thought.
'Machine Warrior' is a small subset of warriors who feel that flesh and blood are weak, so they prefer to use mechanical prosthetics to replace their limbs, and even their eyes, ears, and internal organs...
They are essentially half-modified humans with obvious systematic advantages. As long as they have money, they can easily overpower regular warriors in the early stages! Of course, the later stages are a different story, as the more organs they replace, the closer they become to being robots.
But if the Federation can create its own robots, why bother with these half-modified types that also come with many weaknesses?
As for 'Armor King', he's probably an ability user with the defensive ability 'Steel Skin'!
"Although these two are only in the Pu Yu realm, their enhancements are very powerful, making them extremely strong. It's going to be a good show."
Fang Xing put down his fruit juice and focused his attention on the stage.
Seemingly influenced by the auras of these two powerful warriors, the usually raucous Blood Cage Fighting Arena fell silent.
Many people felt breathless, as if the air had become stifling.
"The 'aura' of a master?"
Fang Xing gained some insight, and suddenly, there was an explosion! In the arena, Armor King made the first move!
He roared, transforming into a steel giant and charging towards Iron Hand!
(End of Chapter)
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