Demigod Mage in America

A noisy and chaotic battle can always ignite the primal instincts buried deep within human beings.

Order is the aspect of humanity that it uses to suppress its animalistic instincts.

"What are the rules for the competition here?" When number one was registering, Renn didn't pay any attention to them at all, as he was looking at other things the whole time.

Now that I'm sitting down, I realize I don't seem to know the rules.

"Rules? There are no rules. Everyone who comes on stage signs an agreement that even death is none of our business."

"Oh? Miss Yukihime knows this place so well, do you come here often?"

I guess so.

After saying that, Xueji ignored Ren and wanted to see how he would cry later.

Where Raine couldn't see, Yuki was composing messages on her phone.

The owner behind this underground boxing ring is a friend of hers, so arranging the event process is not difficult at all.

After the venue was cleared, the next contestant took the stage.

"This isn't a continuous battle?" Renn looked at Yuki, but she didn't respond.

He wasn't annoyed by the sight, but instead turned his head and rested his chin on his hand, a smile involuntarily appearing on his lips.

"Boss, we'll give each participant a break period here to prevent injuries from becoming too severe and causing death outside the competition." Seeing this, David quickly bent down and whispered what he had just heard.

"Oh? That's quite humane."

David's lips twitched upon hearing this. Humanized? Only his own boss could say something like that.

A new match began, and a large, black woman with dreadlocks, wearing a sweatshirt and shorts, walked onto the field without any other protection.

"Next up is Maya Carter from Florida. This girl is tough; she once fought three armed police officers bare-handed and broke the ribs of two of them." A man stood in front of the octagon, holding a microphone and loudly recounting the contestant's glorious achievements.

"At the same time, this guy has also been charged with involvement in three first-degree murders."

Upon hearing this, Ryan raised an eyebrow. The so-called first-degree murder actually refers to the intention to kill someone with premeditation.

In China, this would be considered intentional homicide, where someone wants to kill another person, so they buy a knife and wait for them on their commute to get off work, then launch a fatal attack.

This is first-degree murder, while second-degree murder is when someone gets an itch to kill someone on the street, suddenly picks up a knife and starts stabbing people, which is called indiscriminate killing.

Third-degree murder is manslaughter, such as causing someone's death by hitting them with a car or other accidental death.

In other words, this Black woman consciously committed three murders.

In China, someone like her would have been executed several times over, but in New York, she was only sentenced to life imprisonment.

Upon hearing the host's introduction, the Black woman showed no regret or anything else on her face, only immense pride.

They are clearly very proud of this "glorious achievement".

After the introductions were quickly completed, the Black woman was placed in an octagonal cage. Ryan noticed a collar around her neck.

Seeing that Ryan had sat up slightly, David realized his boss's confusion and quickly explained, "Boss, that's an electric shock collar. If a contestant tries to escape, the backstage will immediately activate the collar, and the 50000V current can instantly render an adult male incapacitated."

"Um."

The two cooperated so naturally, as if it were a matter of course, but to Yukihime it was incredibly strange.

She had investigated Ryan and knew his true identity.

What Constantine? His real name is Wang Hengwei. The investigation shows that Ryan is over 36 years old, but with his face, people would believe he's still in college.

Furthermore, the data also shows that Rennes suffers from congenital heart disease, depression, and bipolar disorder.

Judging from his behavior, Yukihime didn't seem to notice anything.

Her guess was that Ryan's identity was fake.

Then it's worth pondering.

Who would impersonate an illegal immigrant? Even if that illegal immigrant has a special visa and can successfully change it to a green card after 5 years.

She could only come up with one explanation, but Ryan was also an illegal immigrant, and his identity as an illegal immigrant might be something that couldn't be revealed.

Thinking of this, a slight fluctuation involuntarily appeared on Xue Ji's cold and stern face.

It's highly likely that Raine is also from the mystical world, but if he doesn't recognize her, there's only one possibility: Raine's strength is so weak that he doesn't dare to reveal himself.

These kinds of people are the easiest to control.

Yuki was holding her phone, seemingly chatting with someone, but in reality, she was secretly ordering a chain from Etsy.

She had never been attracted to any man, but with Ryan's face, she felt that letting him run around outside was a very dangerous and wasteful thing to do, and it would be better to keep him in her room.

Even if I don't eat it myself, it's good to just look at it.

At that moment, Ryan was watching intently as a Black woman fought with two mastiffs.

David picked up the tablet next to him and asked Yuki for the password.

"Boss, this contestant has already participated in two competitions and won $10 in prize money."

$10 for two matches, does that mean there's a $5 prize for a single match?

Ryan realized that this place was really good for making money; although it was dangerous, it paid a lot.

Without a doubt, as a human being, the Black woman's physical abilities are competent, and her strength is quite remarkable.

But as a gladiator, her fighting skills were undoubtedly appalling.

Ryan discovered that the Black woman was only using her fists to beat the two mastiffs, and in the process, she was left with several wounds.

Even if you win this kind of battle, it will be a Pyrrhic victory. In America, the cost of getting sick and injured is extremely high.

As one mastiff lunged, it was punched in the abdomen by the Black woman, causing it to collapse to the ground. Another mastiff only tore a piece of flesh from the Black woman's thigh.

Pain and bloodshed simultaneously ignited the savagery of both sides, and they fought fiercely, ultimately with the woman emerging victorious after losing a finger.

"Congratulations to this contestant! He has won $20 and also his dream come true: a parole notice!" The host's tone was somewhat inflammatory.

Upon hearing this, a flicker of displeasure flashed in Renn's eyes again. So these people really were fulfilling someone else's wish—that of being a fellow professional.

This is no ordinary competitor; we must take decisive action.

When it comes to making money, of course I'll make the money while you watch.

On the side of the couch, how can you allow others to snore?

However, he's too conspicuous today, so it's not advisable for him to cause trouble.

But Ryan made a deep note of this, and he had already figured out what to do next.

Soon it was number 1's turn to go on stage. Since it was his first time participating in a competition, he was assigned to fight against a mastiff.

"The rules are simple: only one of us can get out of this cage alive," the host said to Number 1, while also reaching out to touch its muscular body.

At this point, Number 1 had stripped down to only a white vest and loose trousers.

His imposing figure drew the attention of everyone present.

There were men, women, old people, and young people.

"Next up is contestant number 1 from New York. Although his name is unusual, we can all attest to his skill."