Tokyo Wrestler

"You probably don't know much about this guy, Du Laisi, but he's quite famous in Tokyo. He's a ruthless person. He was banned for life for committing multiple fouls that resulted in injuries, so he started fighting in underground boxing matches."

"Over the years, he has killed many people in various underground boxing rings in Tokyo. He is very difficult to deal with. Although your punches are powerful, your footwork is not very solid. If you rashly fight against such an all-around opponent, I am afraid that you will be in big trouble."

"Therefore... if you want a different opponent, I can arrange it for you."

Upon hearing this, Sett looked surprised and laughed, "You can do that? Why are you being so nice to me? For a moment just now, I almost thought I was one of your long-lost grandsons."

Taro Ishimura laughed, revealing half of his yellowed front teeth, and joked, "If I had a grandson as gifted as you, I'd probably wake up laughing every night."

After his smile faded, he explained:

"I'm getting old, and seeing such a promising boxing talent like you, I really don't want you to be wasted in this stinking cesspool."

"Honestly, you're still young, and I highly recommend you participate in professional boxing matches. Fighting in underground boxing matches offers no protection whatsoever. If you're careless one day, you could lose your life. Professional boxing matches, on the other hand, are much better."

Sett shook his head again: "I still plan to fight in underground boxing for a while first."

While it's true that becoming famous through professional boxing can be more lucrative than through underground boxing, before achieving fame, one can be practically penniless.

Take Conor McGregor, the UFC featherweight and lightweight champion, for example. Although they are in different fields, they can be compared. Before McGregor became famous, he had to rely on his girlfriend to work to support him!

In terms of short-term profits, underground boxing, which is tax-free, is more lucrative.

More importantly, the underground boxing ring is more discreet and won't expose Sett's data and skills—secrets he absolutely will not and cannot tell anyone else.

correct.

Now you can also gain experience.

It's incredibly difficult to kill someone in a professional boxing match, but it's much easier in an underground boxing ring.

Sett glanced down at the documents again.

After confirming that his opponent, "Ice Hand" Duresh, was just as bad as Okazawa, he felt much more at ease.

"Let's stick with this opponent. No need to change. Whether we'll perish in a cesspool or find gold in it, we'll only know after we fight, won't we?" Seti tapped Du Laisi's name on the file with his index finger and said to Ishimura Taro.

"Haha, that's quite a confident statement."

Taro Ishimura laughed, "In that case, the match will start promptly at nine o'clock. There's still some time, so hurry back to the preparation room to warm up..."

As Sett was about to leave, he added a reminder: "Be careful in the octagon. When dealing with this kind of seasoned veteran, remember to launch a fierce attack at the start and get him into your rhythm. This can make up for your footwork weaknesses to some extent."

"And also, I've prepared 200 million for you, waiting for you to come and collect it. Good luck!"

"Don't plant your flag randomly..." Sett, as steady as a dog, said:

"Yes, thank you."

Chapter 8 Revenge

After returning to the preparation room from the butler.

I didn't sit there for long.

With a reminder from the flying hat secretary, Sett arrived at the entrance curtain of the octagon.

The staff guarding the gate no longer dared to forcefully stop him as they had yesterday. Instead, they immediately bowed and said loudly, "Mr. Sett, I'm sorry, please wait a moment. It's not time to enter yet."

The change in attitude should not be too obvious.

"The underground boxing ring really is all about skill..." Sett thought to himself.

The change in the secretary's attitude and the special care given to him by Taro Ishimura both illustrate this point.

Ultimately, it was his performance of defeating Okazawa in four punches that was truly astonishing.

If he loses the next match, without a doubt, these people will immediately revert to their old ways.

very realistic.

But it's also easy to solve.

Why not just keep winning?

This is not just because of his skills, but also because of the fruitful results of a whole day of hard training, which gives Sett confidence!

Sett didn't have time to overthink it.

As the octagonal cage suddenly resounded with shouts and cheers from the audience, the host's impassioned voice was amplified through the loudspeaker to every corner of the underground boxing arena.

There's an old saying in a neighboring country: "A day without seeing someone feels like a year!"

"Tonight! It will be another brand new night. Countless boxers will fight for money and dreams, shedding their blood in the octagon, winning applause, boos, or... the end of their lives."

"Of course, all of this will be in your hands. Whether you cheer for the weak or support the strong, I think... haha, it all depends on who you bet on to win."

The clever words stirred up the emotions in the room, and even from this distance, Sett could hear the laughter of the audience.

Boxing and gambling have never been separate activities.

Only underground boxing rings dare to openly admit to running a gambling den.

Professional boxing matches also have bookmakers, but few hosts dare to openly discuss it in public.

The laughter gradually subsided.

The host was well aware that the audience wasn't there to hear him boast, so he stopped wasting time and went straight to announcing the lineup for tonight's boxing matches.

"There are three boxing matches tonight, but don't be fooled by the number of matches. Every single one of them is an absolutely tough fight. I guarantee you'll have a great time tonight."

"The first match is the absolute highlight, a once-in-a-century spectacle! You'll be lucky to see it!"

"Let me give a brief introduction to the two teams for those who are not familiar with them."

"First up is... the super rookie who knocked out Okazawa with four punches! A true genius who defies all common sense! The rising star of the middle school boxing club! Sett, Sergei!!"

The host had just finished speaking.

The staff in front of Sett nodded respectfully and said, "Master Sett, it's your turn to step in."

Seti nodded, lifted the curtain, and stepped into the wire passageway of the octagonal cage.

At this very moment, the host in the striking purple suit, holding a golden microphone, is still passionately giving his presentation:

"Last night I had the privilege of watching Sett's fight. His unparalleled fists, his fierce and ruthless punching speed, and his fluid and graceful movements all captivated me."

"They don't throw a punch unless they're absolutely certain of victory; once they do, it's a sure thing! They practically treat boxing as an art form."

Whether they were influenced by the host's flattery or because some of them had actually come here last night to see Sett's match, it's hard to say.

One by one, they began to shout:

"Sett! Sett! Sett! Sett..."

This stands in stark contrast to the boos heard yesterday.

"I bet they've staked a lot of money on me..." Sett glanced at the audience below, which was noticeably smaller than yesterday. They were still wearing masks to conceal their identities, holding white paper tickets, and frantically banging on the wire mesh of the octagonal cage, looking quite frenzied.

When Sett stood on the octagon ring.

The flamboyant host naturally stood next to Sett, significantly shorter than him, creating a truly adorable height difference. The host took a deep breath, held the microphone to his lips, and shouted:

"And since it's such a great match, how could it be complete without a formidable opponent!"

"Tonight's opponent isn't particularly famous in our underground boxing ring, because this is his first match here, but his name is quite well-known throughout the Tokyo underground boxing scene."

Some call him a bloodthirsty general who won every battle; some call him a frozen devil; and some call him a butcher in the boxing ring!

"Let's welcome the former WXB professional boxer, the 2017 Tokyo heavyweight champion, the underground boxing champion who created a miraculous record of eleven consecutive victories in underground boxing matches in Meguro Ward, Tokyo! Ice Hand, Du...~~~~~ Lai Si!!!"

Following a series of introductory remarks by the host.

The audience suddenly went even crazier, shouting and yelling at the top of their lungs, making a noise many times louder than Sett had before!

"Ice Hands!! Ice Hands!!! Ice..."

That's what accumulation is all about. Even if people haven't seen Ice Hand in the underground boxing ring in Nerima Ward, they've all heard of Ice Hand's name.

In the Tokyo underground boxing scene, this name is synonymous with invincibility!

Just like Tyson in the 1990s, this is Naoya Inoue in Japan.

Amidst the cheers and shouts of the audience and the watchful eyes of everyone, ice hand Du Laisi finally passed through another wire mesh passage and stepped into the octagonal cage.

Sett tilted his head to look at him.

Ice skater Duras looks very similar to Okazawa, and they probably both have some black blood.

He had slightly thick lips, dark skin, and a more robust build, with broad shoulders, a thick neck, and a thin head—truly a physique born for boxing.

Ice hand Du Laisi had just stepped into the octagon.

His thick, dark eyebrows furrowed, and his sharp eyes stared intently at Sett, as if burning with endless rage.

After both sides are in place.

The host, sporting a striking purple suit and a pompadour hairstyle, immediately shoved the microphone in front of ice hand Du Laisi's mouth.

The audience members were very cooperative and immediately stopped making noise and became quiet.

It's time for our usual trash talk!

Ice hockey player Du Laisi didn't seem to be good at trash talk. He hesitated for a long time, and the audience below was getting impatient, before he finally spoke:

"Last night, I lost my dearest cousin. He was lying on the hospital bed, on a ventilator, struggling for a long, long time, before finally closing his eyes peacefully and returning to heaven."