Tokyo Wrestler

Sett immediately and without hesitation used his "first skill, Subduing the Enemy's Power" for the first time in this boxing match.

A pale golden aura suddenly appeared on his fists, adding extra health damage to his next two attacks.

Subduing someone's power has another effect.

That is:

[Gain 30% bonus movement speed when moving towards the enemy!]

Sett's movement speed suddenly increased. After fighting for so long, Duras, who was used to it, couldn't react for a while... Even if he did react, his stamina couldn't keep up at all.

Duras, who had been slippery like an eel throughout the entire boxing match, was finally caught by Sett!

Boom!

The fierce fist slammed into Du Laisi's face without any restraint.

Blood splattered everywhere in an instant, and the molars broke.

Du Laisi saw stars, his brain was concussed, his body stiffened, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Sett did not stop there.

Having finally captured Dulais, Sett stepped forward and sat on Dulais's stomach, pinning him to the ground so that he could no longer resist.

at this time.

Duras also emerged from his dizziness and looked at Sett, who was about to deliver the finishing blow.

Tears suddenly streamed down his blood-covered face as he cried out in anguish, "Okazawamoto, your brother is going to join you!"

"Now you know how to cry? Too late!" Sett said irritably.

Can!

Snap

The unscrupulous Duras seized this critical opportunity, kicking forward with his right leg and striking Sett hard in the back of the head from behind, while simultaneously pulling his right hand into the bandage wrapped around his left forearm.

They pulled out a thick iron nail covered in barbs!

"go to hell!!!"

Duras roared, his eyes filled with madness, and with his right hand gripping a nail-studded weapon, he stabbed Sett repeatedly.

Sizzle, sizzle, blood spurted out!

[Health Points -27]

[Health Points -31]

[Health Points -33]

Oh shit!!

The excruciating pain, like being torn apart by a dull knife, coupled with the ever-decreasing health points in his vision, drove Sett to a complete rage.

Because data shows that even if someone is injured, it does not affect their control over the body's life activities.

So he endured the excruciating pain, swung his fists, and unleashed a barrage of blows at Du Laisi's head!

Left fist, right fist! Left fist, right fist!! Left fist, right fist!!

Each right heavy punch from Sett fully activated his passive, Hard Wrist, and the passive damage increase maximized his destructive power.

Red and white chunks of flesh splattered everywhere with each punch.

Hot blood kept splashing onto Sett's face, shining even redder under the crimson light, like a raging red rain.

Du Laisi's thrusting with the thick iron needle slowed down more and more... Finally, his right hand fell to the ground with a thud, the blood-stained steel needle slipping from his palm and rolling away into the distance...

[Experience +40]

Sett stopped punching when the message indicating increased experience points appeared in his vision.

He glanced down at Du Laisi, whose head was already unrecognizable, shook the blood off his fist, and stood up.

The surrounding audience, who had witnessed all of this, fell into complete silence, dumbfounded, and no one spoke first.

Some of the more timid ones didn't even dare to look directly into the octagonal cage anymore.

People swallowed hard without even realizing it.

The battle dragged on for a long time, but ended as swiftly as a spring thunderclap.

Especially that final, vicious punch accompanied by a shower of red blood...

Sett, illuminated by the blood-red lights on the stage, had a youthful face and a slightly thin figure, but the sharp eyes that the crimson blood could not conceal, and his invincible posture standing bathed in blood.

People are very clear about this.

Despite having only fought two matches, another champion has been born in the underground boxing ring of Nerima Ward, Tokyo!

The gamblers who bet on Sett to win were even more excited, clutching their white paper tickets tightly. They exchanged glances, took a deep breath, and shouted in unison:

"Sett! Sett! Sett! Sett!!!"

The sound was so powerful, like a lion's roar, like thunder; it pierced through the clouds and split rocks, shaking the heavens and the earth, and thoroughly resounding throughout every corner of the underground boxing arena!

...

After Sett washed the blood off his body in the preparation room.

Then they arrived at the door of the butler, Ishimura Taro.

I need money!

Upon entering, Sett's first glance inside immediately raised a look of confusion.

Because Ishimura Taro wasn't sitting behind the computer desk as usual, but standing in front of it, bowing slightly with a respectful expression.

In front of him.

In the very spot behind his computer desk sat a mature woman smoking an expensive cigar.

The woman's skin was a healthy sun tan, somewhat resembling the skin tone of a dark-skinned gyaru (female tan) in Japanese anime.

Her clothing was even bolder; under the light blue coat was a deep V-neck wool sweater, revealing her ample bosom with black lace trim.

Under the lights, looking at them for too long made my eyes a little dizzy.

Her face was mature and delicate, radiant and charming, yet possessed an air of noble authority that commanded respect.

As Sett approached, the woman showed no surprise in her delicate features. Instead, she sat up straight, her round figure appearing even more striking and captivating. She clapped her hands and chuckled as she commented:

"Not bad. At such a young age, he was able to defeat an opponent like Ice Hand Duras. He has a promising future."

Chapter 10 Qinghe Group Leader

The mature woman had finished speaking when she noticed that Sett did not react immediately.

Instead, the gaze...

It always hangs on her headlights.

She slightly raised her phoenix eyes, glancing at Seti's young and handsome appearance. A smile instantly appeared on her lips. She held the cigar between her fingers, leaned forward slightly, making her breasts appear even more prominent, and deliberately asked in return:

Do you like it?

"I like it..." Sett hadn't even blurted it out yet.

The butler, Taro Ishimura, was nearly scared to death and quickly introduced him to Sett:

"Ahem... I suppose you don't recognize him yet. This is our Qinghe Group leader, Lord Aoi Suige."

Oh, so it's my sugar daddy... no, my sugar mommy... Sett couldn't control his lecherous eyes, glancing at the bright headlights again before nodding and saying, "Hello, team leader!"

This completely amused Aoi Soe, who chuckled and commented, "An interesting kid."

Normally, when people see her in the training area, they are so scared that they don't dare to raise their heads. Sett's actions seem quite strange to her.

Then, Aoi Soe leaned back languidly and alluringly, her phoenix eyes exuding an air of superiority. She exhaled a puff of smoke and asked:

"I heard that Grandpa Ishimura suggested you change your opponent to help you get past Ice Hand, but you refused?"

"Old Master Ishimura? It seems the butler holds a high position in the Qinghe Group... Well, he practically controls the entire underground boxing arena, how could his status be low..." Sett glanced at Ishimura Taro, and seeing that the other's expression remained unchanged, nodded in reply:

"That's true. After all, rumors and information can only give a glimpse into the strength of an opponent; the real strength can only be known by fighting on stage."

"Oh? Even if it costs you your life?" Aoi Soe asked with interest.

Sett remained calm and replied, "I cannot die."

Inside the octagon, with his data-driven abilities, unless his opponent pulls out an Italian cannon from his crotch, he'd have a hard time dying!

But seeing his confident, even arrogant, demeanor, Aoi Soie's interest deepened suddenly. She shook her head slightly and smiled:

"It really proves the old saying 'a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger.' I'm sure that if my black boxers heard that they were going to fight Ice Hand, 99% of them would feign illness to avoid it."

"But judging from the final result... you do have reason to be confident."

"Beating Ice Hand was truly unexpected, both to me and to everyone else. Do you know what your odds are tonight?"

Sett shook his head.

"Guess," suggested Aoi Soe, arms crossed.