Tokyo Wrestler

He is now very confident.

The boxing ring staff, seeing how this man had changed so drastically in just a few minutes from his previous dazed and frightened demeanor, smirked at the burly man in the suit beside them and joked:

"Another arrogant brat has shown up. Look, he's scared out of his mind now...tsk tsk, how pitiful..."

When he looked up.

But then he discovered that Sett, who had overheard the conversation, had stopped in the hallway and was staring at him.

The boxing ring staff felt a chill run down their spines under those eyes, and suddenly felt indignant. They yelled, "You idiot! What are you waiting for?!"

"Not urgent."

Sett casually turned around, preemptively unleashing his power of subjugation, and delivered a punch to the staff member from a distance.

"Who are you trying to scare, kid..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

A faint, almost imperceptible golden light flashed, and a sudden, powerful gust of wind from a punch forced him to shut his mouth.

The wind died down, and Sett turned and continued on his way.

Only the boxing ring staff, their hats blown off and their hair disheveled, stared wide-eyed, stunned, at Sett's retreating figure...

Chapter 2 Instant Kill!

When Sett finished dealing with the little commotion and arrived at the entrance curtain at the end of the corridor, he was stopped by the staff member standing there guarding the door.

Because it's on the other side.

His opponent this time, the newly crowned champion with a perfect record of five wins, is about to enter the ring.

This man was burly, with his bulging muscles clearly visible under his gray vest. He was not wearing any protective gear or boxing gloves, and had dark skin, thick lips, and slightly curly hair.

The specified gene contains a bit of Nigo.

After noticing Sett's gaze, he looked at the young white lamb from afar, then made a ferocious, crooked face, slashed his right hand across his neck with a chopstick, and muttered something.

Based on the shape of his mouth and the throat-slitting gesture, Sett guessed that he was most likely saying:

You're in big trouble tonight!

Heh... Faced with the provocation, Sett's expression gradually calmed down.

At this moment, the cheers inside the octagon suddenly surged, and a male host's voice, equally passionate, rang out:

"Tonight is destined to be a night of revelry and carnage. We witnessed five evenly matched contests, five battles between true men, and five tug-of-wars between will and physical limits!"

"Now, the highly anticipated sixth match is finally about to begin... Please keep your bets safe in case they get stolen."

"Haha, enough with the chit-chat... First up is the new champion from the Nerima Ward Ice Boxing Club, a former WXB professional boxer with a perfect record of five wins, all knocked out within three rounds. His speed, power, and reflexes are all impeccable!"

"'Black Hand' Oka~~~Sawamoto!!"

Under the host's passionate introduction, the audience's emotions were pushed to a climax, their brains dominated by adrenaline, and they shouted in unison, almost hysterically, voices that echoed throughout the Nerima Ward:

"Okazawa Hon! Okazawa Hon! Okazawa Hon! Okazawa Hon..."

Standing opposite Sett, Okazawa, who had mixed some black genes, listened to the earth-shaking shouts, tilted his head back and closed his eyes to listen with enjoyment, his thick lips curving slightly upwards in a smug manner, before he walked through the entrance door with his head held high and chest out and entered the octagon!

The already deafening cheers grew even louder when he appeared.

It's clear that Okazawa is now very famous in the underground boxing arena.

In a short while.

After the cheers subsided slightly, the host continued:

"And today's opponent, who will challenge Okazawa Hon, is Sett, a brave newcomer from Ouran High School's boxing club!"

Compared to the introduction of Blackhand Okazawa, Sett's introduction is significantly shorter.

Not only that.

As soon as the host finished speaking, the audience's shouts subsided like a fire extinguisher, and then turned into a unified chorus of boos.

“Whoosh”

Clearly, people did not have a high opinion of this "brave student".

"It's your turn to step in."

The boxing ring staff member who had reached out to stop Sett lowered his hand and spoke to Sett, while the experienced staff member remained vigilant to prevent Sett from escaping.

After all, there are quite a few young people who come here to fight in underground boxing matches on a whim, only to regret it at the last minute.

But Sett's performance surprised him.

Sett calmly pushed aside the curtain and walked step by step toward the octagon.

As the curtain was pushed open, the slightly dark and cramped environment where Sett had been was suddenly spacious. The first thing that caught his eye was a wire mesh passageway leading straight to the central octagonal cage, and there was another one next to it, which was the one his opponent, Okazawa, had taken.

The octagonal cage was also surrounded by tangled wires.

It was filled with a large number of gamblers and spectators holding gray paper tickets and wearing cheap plastic half-covered masks.

They reeked of sweat, roared with adrenaline, and stood in chaotic and crowded formations, which became the main components of this underground boxing ring.

But when Sett appeared before all the viewers with his youthful appearance...

The shouting subsided.

The boos suddenly grew even louder!

Some veteran gamblers even started laughing and chatting with those around them, saying that this kid definitely wouldn't last three moves against the shady dealer.

Sett chose to ignore the spectators outside the barbed wire fence.

I stepped into the octagonal cage.

There are three other people standing here besides him.

Standing opposite him was none other than the "Black Hand" Okazawa, who possessed some black genes and was staring at Sett with a mocking smile.

Beside him were a slightly overweight referee wearing full protective gear, and a host with a blond pompadour and a flashy purple suit, holding a microphone.

The host saw the two take their seats.

He quickly placed the microphone in front of "Black Hand" Okazawa's mouth and asked:

"Is there anything you'd like to say to your opponent?"

As soon as he finished speaking, almost all the audience members fell silent at the same time, looking at the black-handed Okazawa with great interest.

They knew this was the most anticipated pre-game trash talk segment.

Black Hand Okazawa was quite adept at it, speaking fluently and effortlessly:

"I thought that in my sixth race in the Nerima district, I would finally meet a tough opponent who would make me give it my all and push me to my limit. But who knew that I would be assigned a student who wasn't even worthy of making me sweat?"

"Hey, if you hadn't said it was a student, I would have thought it was just a skeleton, skinny, weak, and not even as hard as mine."

"Hahaha..." The surrounding audience chuckled knowingly.

Although Sett on stage was good-looking, as a student, he did appear rather thin at first glance, and Black Hand Okazawa seized on this to mock Sett.

The host then handed the microphone to Sett and asked the same question:

"So, what's your response to Okazawa-kun?"

Sett pondered for a moment, showing no anger, and calmly suggested to Blackhand Okazawa:

"I think 'Black Hand' doesn't sound very nice. It sounds a bit like it describes a black guy mining in Feizhou. You should call him 'White Hand' instead."

The host, with excellent professional skills, stepped in as the perfect straight man, quickly asking, "Oh? Does 'white hands' have any specific meaning?"

Sett continued, "After all, our ancestors picked cotton by hand every day, so it was no wonder they were tanned!"

There was a noticeable pause around them, followed by a burst of thunderous laughter.

"Haha, this kid's really brave!"

"Yeah... Okazawa is most angry when people bring up his black heritage... Do you remember what happened to the last one?"

"Tsk tsk, don't even mention it. He got three knee strikes to the back of the head, and he died on the spot..."

Hearing the mocking laughter of the surrounding audience and seeing Sett's deliberately innocent expression.

Okazawa's anger was building up so much that when the host held the microphone to his mouth again, he violently slapped it away to the ground.

Okazawa stared coldly at Sett and said:

"You're dead today, you foul-mouthed brat!!"

He then ordered the referee beside him, "Aren't you going to start?"

"Oh..." The slightly chubby referee quickly stepped forward and pulled Sett and Okazawa to the center of the octagon, where the two faced each other and were about 1.5 meters apart.

The host, looking distressed, picked up the microphone and quickly walked down from the octagonal cage.

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The sound of metal clanging as the only two exits inside the octagonal cage were locked could be heard.

The audience's emotions were once again brought to a climax, because this meant that the underground boxing match, which was "no rules," "no restrictions," "no protective gear," and "no regard for life or death," was about to begin!