The Black Market Chapter 29 - The Second Round

The people from the Situ Family were shocked and their eyes look liked giant saucers about to popped out of their sockets. Their mouths opened widely enough for an egg to fit inside.

They wanted to explain that Situ Shenlong was just careless, but their throats lost the strength to speak. 

They saw everything that happened on the stage. The man who defeated Situ Shenlong was not weak at all. His strength gave them chills and it was even stronger than the ones they felt from their patriarch.

'This guy is a monster!' They thought fearfully in their minds.

"Di... Did he... he just teleport?" Delfino asked in extreme surprise as he pointed towards Santharus who was standing calmly on the stage while looking at the people who doubted him earlier. His gaze was full of condescension as he glanced at the people below the stage.

Old man Sekoujo wanted to speak, but no words came out of his mouth and he just opened and closed them from time to time.

Nangon Lanjiang stood up from his seat in surprise and the chair he sat on dropped to the ground, but no one even noticed it as their focus was on the man calmly standing on the stage with a disdainful smile hanging on his face.

Anton and the other fighters felt a strong feeling of powerlessness when they realized that the gap between them and the man was insurmountable. They sighed and bitterly shook their heads in dejection.

Sima Fenglun smiled weakly and he produced and helpless sigh.

Santharus went down the stage calmly and walked towards Cale. He then saluted Cale while bowing his head slightly.

Cale patted Santharus' shoulders with a bright smile plastered on his handsome face. "Good job Santharus!"

Delfino and the others also congratulated him with forced smiles on their faces. 

'This guy is like a Grim Reaper who can leisurely appear and take the lives of any humans.' The fear made their hairs stand on end.

"For the thirteenth match! Can I have..." Sima Yantong loud voice helped the crowd alleviate their messy thoughts and feelings. 

The match continued like usual, but there was no one punch victory like Santharus' fight. 

The thirteenth and the fourteenth match were among fighters with same strength levels.

And both fights made them go back to their usual calm and noble selves.

"For the fifteenth match! Can I have Sima Fenglun on the stage please!" Hearing Sima Fenglun's name made the crowd erupt into a loud cheering. 

"Sima Fenglun!"

"Sima Fenglun!"

"Sima Fenglun!"

The crowd chanted his name in idolization.

Even after seeing the strength of Santharus, some people's admiration for Sima Fenglun did not diminish even a tiny bit.

Sima Fenglun waved his hand while smiling brightly towards the audience. 

"Can I also have the fighter from the Rabmonovich Electronic Corporation to come onto the stage please!"

A white man with short blonde hair went up the stage. He may look calm on the surface, but the strong martial artists could see his slightly trembling hands.

"Both fighters, are you guys ready?!" 

Both fighters nodded their heads and Sima Yantong announced the beginning of the match loudly. 

"Before the match even began, he already lost." Cale shook his head in disappointment.

Old man Sekoujo nodded his head in agreement. He also saw the trembling hands of the blonde man.

And indeed, after exchanging less than fifteen blows, the blonde man collapsed on the stage. 

"For the fifteenth match! Sima Fenglun from the Sima Family wins!" Sima Yantong's voice carried a hint of proudness as he announced Sima Fenglun's victory.

"Sima Fenglun's strength increased again."

"What a genius!" 

"Yeah! The Sima Family produced yet another young dragon!"

Cale studied Sima Fenglun and was a bit shock when he saw the body constitution of the man. 'What a waste! This guy's talent for martial art is so high, but the Sima Family did not have the technology to support him and maximize his talents! What a pity! He might even reach S-Class level if he had the opportunity.' 

The first round of the tournament ended after the sixteenth match. 

"I will now announce the beginning of the second round! For the first match Asahi Riku versus Abbot White!" Sima Yantong's passionate voice caused the crowd's excitement to soar.

A bald monk went up the stage with his fists pressed against each other. He was still mumbling Buddhist mantras while his eyes were half closed.

Asahi Riku went up the stage with a determined gaze. He knew that this kind of opportunity only comes once in a blue moon. And the chance to fight the best fighters in the world was truly a great honor for a warrior like him.

Both fighters stood facing each other. The other looked like a savage beast hungry for blood, and the other was like a calm and collected predator who will instantly bare its fangs at the sight of its prey.

"Both fighters, are you guys ready?!"

Sima Yantong announced the fight to begin after seeing them nod their heads in response.

Asahi Riku did not waste his time and attacked aggressively at the moment that the match began.

His strong leg kicks and elbow attacks were lethal and even Abbot White looked careful in avoiding them. 

Abbot White knew that if he continued to hide his strength then he will surely suffer terribly from Asahi Riku's strong blows. 

His eyes sprung open with wisdom and the air around him began to tremble. 

'B-Class strength level. Oh, looks like the bald monk is finally serious.' Cale watch the fight eagerly while also studying both fighters.

'How come I did not see these strong fighters in my previous life? And there are a lot of them inside this room.' Seeds of doubt began to form inside Cale's heart.

He became even more mystified about what happened behind the scenes. Could it be that these fighters died before even the war began? Or were they killed in the war?

No one could answer the questions popping inside Cale's head and he can only slowly uncover the truth with his new chance in life.

Chapter end