A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 200 Battle Enthusiasts

"First, combat sports, tournaments."

At the top of the hemispherical fighting arena on the coast of Violet State, a white-skinned man dressed as a cowboy was resting, while several disheveled women had fallen asleep beside him, exhausted.

The women came from diverse backgrounds: widowed noblewomen, fighting arena managers, and ordinary waitresses.

These people usually find it difficult to get along harmoniously due to their different social statuses, but they have one thing in common—they are all loyal viewers of fighting matches, and they all admire and crave the bodies of the victors who have decent appearances.

The man dressed in cowboy attire could freely choose from those business cards whenever he felt like it, because he was an undefeated champion who had never been defeated or injured since arriving in Violet, whether in street fights or in the fighting arena.

His real name is rarely mentioned. The media touts him as a friend of Hades, while most people, including those who register him in the fighting arena, refer to him as "Magic Bullet Shooter".

The roar of propellers swirled overhead, and many of the leaflets fluttered down and fell directly off the shore, soaking into the sea and bobbing with the waves.

A few made it to the top of the fighting arena.

After reading the words on the flyer in a slow, deliberate tone, the cowboy blinked and then smiled very, very slowly.

"So, it seems there are indeed some people in this place who, while not destined to mingle in the fighting arena, will eventually be drawn into life-or-death duels!"

He opened his shirt, sat up, and carefully folded the flyer into the shape of a paper airplane. Then he blew on the tip of the paper airplane, closed his eyes and listened for a few minutes before throwing it out.

The paper airplane danced in the wind, soaring hundreds of meters away. Just as it was about to fall, another gust of wind blew it up into the sky, where it landed perfectly on the helicopter's rotor blade.

The edge of the paper severed the propeller, causing the helicopter to overturn and crash into the city, creating a huge fireball.

The sound of the explosion woke the woman beside her.

As they looked over sleepily, the magic bullet shooter stood up and blew them a kiss.

"Ladies, I'm off on the hunt. Only through victory after victory can I maintain my allure in your eyes."

"Goodbye."

………………

"Goodbye!"

Mark, with his thin, sunken cheeks and hair combed back to his neck, waved goodbye to the gang leader who had rushed to deliver the message to him.

The gangs in Violet State are forces that operate openly. Since street fighting was legalized, they can't even compete with the public fighting arenas built by large corporations for underground boxing business.

But there is another gang that is doing very well because they don't do any other business; they only do one thing.

murder!

The profession of assassin is ancient and has a market in any era. Mark's organization has its headquarters here, but its business is not limited to Violet State. Therefore, he often has to go on field missions and doesn't pay much attention to current affairs when he returns. The matter of clones had been widely discussed for some time, but he only found out about it today.

Of course, he didn't care about clones at all; he was just inquiring about the ins and outs of the Violet First Fighting Tournament and listening in on the side.

"What kind of fighting tournament...?"

Mark spat at the flyer with a laugh, then burst into laughter, making all the lights in the room sway and the displays on the refrigerator and air conditioner flicker.

"This should be called a murder mystery game, and the prizes are so generous. I love it."

Sizzle!

All the lights were turned off, which made the light source around Mark stand out.

His bandaged arm shone with an immortal, pure gold radiance.

Those were arms transplanted from an ancient corpse. The corpse belonged to an Iron Fist fighter who had fought for the United States of Boston in the last century, a true Bostonian. However, according to fragmentary records, his power was said to come from the divine dragon Shou Lao hidden in the Kunlun Mountains.

Mark had taken this power to Kunlun and investigated for a long time, but he did not find any descriptions related to "Shenlong Shoulao" in the area. However, it did not matter. The power in the corpse's arms could be fully utilized by him, and could also be replenished and enhanced by him.

That radiance was immortal, yet deathly still; that nobility reflected a cruel and greedy face.

………………

Despite the implementation of nighttime power rationing orders, Violet State did not fall into complete darkness.

The hospitals that can establish themselves in Violet City are all high-end venues that serve fighters. They have a separate power supply system that is independent of the city's power system, so even after the citywide power outage, lights can still shine through.

In some luxurious and ostentatious mansions, nobles can keep their homes constantly lit thanks to their own electricity reserves, and the streetlights in the manor illuminate the security guards as they patrol.

However, the actual power consumption of lights is limited. This crazy, indiscriminate nighttime power rationing order has the greatest impact on large cold storage warehouses and research institutes that require multiple pieces of equipment to operate at the same time.

The old noble family of Balot did not even turn on a single lamp; all the electricity they stored was prioritized for the New Century Mechanical Research Institute, which was registered under the name of their patriarch.

"Cough! Cough cough cough!!"

Sitting in his wheelchair, the head of the Balot family, with the help of his servants, coughed up phlegm with difficulty, grabbed the oxygen mask next to him, and took a few breaths, which relieved him somewhat.

His right hand was pressed tightly against the armrest of the wheelchair, and he was clutching a crumpled piece of paper in his palm. From the background color and the deformed handwriting, it was still possible to tell that it was a promotional flyer for the "Violet First Fighting Tournament".

The current head of the Balot family can be called a genius. At a young age, he was able to grasp the power within his family and unite with the old nobles who were also declining in status, firmly occupying their last few territories in Violet State.

He is still very young, but unfortunately, his body, like the title of old nobleman, has prematurely entered a period of decline.

A congenital genetic defect has made this man, who is not yet thirty years old, look like a centenarian. His short white hair is dull and lifeless, the skin on his face is pressed against his skull and has no color in it, and his arms are as thin and weak as withered branches.

For years, he had been trying to find a way to cure himself, but at best he could only slow down the progression of his illness.

When Fachi and his group arrived in Violet State with ulterior motives, Balot immediately joined forces with them after discovering that their investigation was related to genetic technology. He used his connections with the old nobles to help them gather intelligence.

Now that Fachi and his gang have been beaten to death in the street, the "hope" that can heal them has also been exposed.

"The fruit of the gene tree..."

Balot spoke from inside the oxygen mask, a layer of white mist rising from the equipment. "According to publicly available information online, your research concludes that there's a more than 70% chance that this thing will restore my health?"

The head of the research institute said, "Our people here mainly study mechanical engineering and biology, so we can be sure that the data is not fabricated, and the recovery of health is only a conservative estimate."

"If Mr. Balot can really obtain that kind of fruit, just one is very likely to nourish his physique to three stars in a short period of time, or even approach the level of a four-star fighter."

Balot took a deep breath, which sounded like a hiss. His servants and medical experts watched him nervously, afraid that he would be too agitated and go into shock.

Fortunately, his mind was strong enough that he quickly calmed down after hearing such news.

Balot lowered his head slightly, and his thin, freckled hands trembled as he unfolded the crumpled paper ball, but tore it due to the shaking. The servant next to him immediately took a folded flyer from his jacket pocket, unfolded it, and held it out to Balot.

After reviewing the information on the flyer letter by letter, he murmured softly.

"Whatever your intentions, if you dare to announce something like this, I will definitely take it..."

Balot raised his head and said forcefully, "Let's begin!"

The servant pushed his wheelchair deeper into the research institute, where there was a large open space.

In the center of the open space, a black curtain and thin steel cables together hold a huge object that is over nine meters tall.

The institute's staff were loosening the steel cables, and the curtain was lifted by the crane hooks installed on the ceiling, slowly pulled to one side, revealing the true appearance of what was underneath.

That's a giant humanoid machine!

Its appearance can be described as both ferocious and majestic. It stands firmly on two feet, and the armor on its chest is decorated with an exaggerated demon mask in the style of Japanese Shinto, with angry eyes, fangs, and protruding sharp horns. The hand armor is made to resemble human fingers and tightly grips an iron pole. Behind it are two tattered flags with the Chinese characters "Demon Warrior" written in bold and colorful ink, exuding a murderous aura.

This is an antique that was unearthed many years ago from the precious metal mine of the Balot family. According to surveys, this mecha has been buried there for more than two hundred years.

In the common understanding, technology two hundred years ago was still at the level of matchlock guns. It was simply a fantasy that such a bizarre mecha could be manufactured in that era.

However, in the darker side of the world, on those secret websites, history has a more comprehensive record. Balot naturally knew that since the twelfth century, advanced technological items have often appeared inexplicably all over the world.

For example, the now-famous supercomputer "Wulin" of the ancient Donghua Kingdom was originally discovered in the tomb of a Song Dynasty martial arts leader.

Balot wasn't too surprised to find the antique mecha, but after his team conducted a thorough inspection, he immediately decided to properly repair the mecha and use it as their trump card in combat.

Because this mecha is just so perfect for him.

As the researchers worked, the demon's head on the mech was opened, revealing the cockpit inside.

Balot was put into the cockpit, and a metal plate was attached to his head, allowing his brain consciousness to be directly connected to the mecha. After the demon's head closed, gentle light waves rippled in the enclosed space, and Balot's limbs felt a rare sense of relaxation and stretching.

This Onimusha mecha is equipped with a medical system. While the pilot is inside the medical system, the body does not need to move in a wide range of motion. As long as the brain is active, the mecha can be driven to perform extremely flexible combat postures.

The Balot family also paid an exorbitant fee for their research team to make multiple modifications to the existing medical system, enabling the therapeutic light waves to gradually accumulate therapeutic effects without causing pain.

Although there is no cure for congenital genetic defects, as time goes by, the driver's brain will become more and more active, climbing to the peak state of their life.

The old nobles are doing everything they can to locate the thirty-six bases, and Balot will begin preparing for war from now on.

It might take ten hours, twenty hours, sixty hours, or it might happen in the next moment. He needs to make sure that when the news arrives, he is in his best fighting position.

"Hurry, hurry, my men, the men of other nobles, or those fighters roaming the city, whoever they are..."

Balot's brain was gradually able to sense the 360-degree situation around the Oni Warrior mecha, a feeling that was incredibly wonderful to him. The mecha's hands and feet seemed to have become his own, so powerful and strong.

"Hurry and reach the target base! Use the sounds of your battle to guide me!!"

The mechanical demon's eyes glowed red, wildly and eagerly.

In another corner of the city, another person of noble status was experiencing a similar frenzy as Balot.

But Balotelli was excited, expectant, and impatient, while this man was filled with resentment, frustration, and anger that he dared not express.

"How could this happen? How could this happen? Why did they...?"

Brad sat on the sofa with his hands behind his head, clenching his teeth repeatedly in anger. His gums were bleeding, and his mouth was covered in blood.

Regardless of the outcome of this incident in Violet State, his political career is at least over.

Any order from the previous news broadcasts would have been an absolute impossibility for him to make, but when Irving asked him to do it, he was powerless to refuse.

Brad had long known that he was at a disadvantage in his relationship with Irving, but only in the last two days had he truly realized just how lowly and despicable this so-called "disadvantage" really was.

His two most trusted bodyguards turned into two knives that remotely controlled and threatened him at a critical moment. When he, with a glimmer of hope, relayed those orders to other members of the Violet State government, he thought that at least a few of those who used to boast of their wisdom and intelligence would step forward to stop him.

Unexpectedly, lured by the money, they knelt down like the most obedient dogs and unanimously approved these orders.

In the end, the only one who will bear the blame is Brad.

"dad!"

The door to the room was pushed open forcefully, and Brad's daughter ran in, wearing light-colored eyeshadow, long blonde hair, and a short skirt with their group's name tattooed on it.

The young lady, who usually sells herself as a dignified and sexy woman in an idol group, complained capriciously, "Why won't those people let me go out? I'm a member of the governor's family, and their attitude is so rude. They don't even smile."

"Dad, fire them and get a new team. I made plans with Judy and the others to go speedboat racing today."

Brad held his head and said in a sullen voice, "Get out."

The blonde girl said, "I want to go out, but they won't let me. I'll call them here, and you can talk to them yourself..."

"go out!!!"

Brad, enraged, grabbed the ashtray and smashed it.

It missed.

His daughter had also undergone some combat training and was agile enough to easily dodge such projectiles with her subconscious evasion, but she was clearly somewhat frightened by Brad's angry outburst.

Seeing her bewildered expression, Brad became even angrier. He looked around, searching for something, and suddenly grabbed the phone from the table, lunging viciously at his daughter.

"If I can't handle them, can't I handle you?"

That forceful swing seemed to have completely unleashed Brad's fighting ability, which had long since slackened since he became governor. He didn't care that the person standing in front of him was the best tool he usually used to create a good father image.

This strike generated a tremendous gust of wind, powerful enough to kill someone.

But his attack froze in mid-air.

Ice blocks appeared out of nowhere, covering his arms and freezing his limbs.

The panicked and bewildered young lady couldn't understand any of this. She took two steps back and felt a hand supporting her shoulder.

She turned her head and looked over. Standing to her side and behind her was a girl with such exquisite features that she couldn't help but sigh at God's favoritism.

Wearing a dark blue uniform and with smooth, silver-gray hair, she had an expressionless face, yet inexplicably exuded cuteness, innocence, and friendliness, almost making the young lady overlook the fact that the other person was slightly taller than her.

"You, you are...?"

The silver-gray-haired girl didn't answer her hesitant question. Instead, she turned her gaze to Brad and said in a clear, childish voice, "How could you harbor murderous intent towards your own daughter? You scum of domestic violence."

Brad watched in horror as the frost spread from his limbs to his torso.

"Xiaorou, wait!!"

A robust young man in the same dark blue uniform appeared in the room, blocking the silver-gray girl's view, and said, "He can't become a vegetable yet. You should at least wait until we've finished asking him questions."

Another cold-looking man, his left eye obscured by hair, appeared outside the door, carrying a knife: "It's not too late to kill him after you've finished questioning him."

The robust young man sighed helplessly, turned around to face Brad, and patted him on the shoulder.

Brad's chill instantly subsided. He dropped the phone, staggered back two steps, and pointed at the group with trembling arms: "You... these uniforms... you're from Donghua, what are you doing here?"

The robust young man maintained his standard smile, revealing eight white teeth, and said, "Mr. Brad, please watch your words. Red Star War Beasts is an international organization that never acts for personal gain. Our members come from all over the world and have a responsibility to investigate supernatural disasters worldwide, whether natural or man-made. This is a right recognized and granted by the international community and the global public."

He maintained his smile, moved a little closer, forcing Brad to back away repeatedly. "You abused your power and broke the law. If you really wanted to investigate, there could be countless charges against you. According to the rules here in Boston, it would be a case that goes to court. If you accidentally die somewhere, no one will investigate, and it certainly won't be considered our dereliction of duty."

Brad's throat tightened. The thought that they could appear here directly meant that the bodyguards must have been dealt with, and his momentum weakened unconsciously. He forced a dry laugh and said, "Sir, you must be joking... Actually, I was coerced! I will cooperate fully with whatever you need."

"Your attitude is good. We can discuss your matter later."

The robust young man said, "Let me introduce myself first. I am Di Shaolong, this is our captain Xu Xiaorou, and that is Fang Ping."

"We were just tracking down a transnational thief who stole important artifacts and harmed many of our branch staff when we arrived here. Unexpectedly, our communication equipment was interfered with after we got close to Violet State. After making some inquiries, it seems that something terrible has happened here."

"Please provide as much detail as possible about the main causes and...masterminds behind this recent situation!"

(End of this chapter)