Chapter 2226 – 2226. Gyeongseong 2033
Ono, the organizer of the Hima Fight Club and the head of the Shinrip-kai Yakuza, was bewildered.
Some guy had taken down the guards, stormed into the arena, and killed two of the fighters. The audience might think they’d just fainted, but he, as an expert, had confirmed their deaths.
‘What the hell…?’
It didn’t make sense.
This guy who suddenly burst into the arena and killed two fighters.
Judging by the way he was grinning and shouting “Next!” with such gusto, he was definitely a crazy psycho. The problem was that this psycho was among the top-tier enhanced humans, and the VIPs were watching with interest. If he forced the match to end here? Ono’s reputation would plummet.
Especially since there was even a member of the Japanese nobility in the VIP seats this time. He couldn’t show incompetence here.
“What an interesting event. Mr. Ono, your planning skills are truly exceptional.”
“He looks like a soldier, no doubt. Mr. Ono’s talent for scouting is something else.”
“Honestly, it was getting a bit boring, but that man’s appearance changed everything.”
“He’s too violent. That’s why I like him. I’ll bet 1 billion yen on that man. But what’s his name?”
“That man’s name is…”
Just then, a round girl, trembling, approached the crazy guy for a winner’s interview. The round girl had long black hair and was wearing a tank top and a mini-skirt. She was a mascot-level popular figure at this fight club.
What if that crazy bastard attacks the round girl?
Contrary to Ono’s worries, the crazy guy responded to the interview in a gentlemanly manner. Judging by the way he was openly staring at the round girl’s figure, he seemed like a woman-crazed lunatic.
-My name is Murakano Katsunada. I’ve come to dominate this fight club. Today, I will become the champion.
“Murakano Katsunada? That’s an unusual name.”
“Well, that’s how Koreans are. They try to imitate the names of our imperial citizens, but it always comes out awkward. Let’s just ignore it.”
“Mr. Ono, when will the next match start?”
“Please wait while enjoying a drink. We need time to clean up the arena.”
Ono gave a genial smile and bowed to the VIPs. He then left the VIP room and gave instructions to his subordinates.
“Yawang. Put that bastard in the ring.”
“Yawang is scheduled for the last match today…”
The strongest fighter in the Hima Fight Club. A monster with a record of 20 wins and 0 losses. The VIPs who had gathered today had come to see Yawang.
“Didn’t you see that bastard fight? He won’t be a match unless it’s someone on Yawang’s level.”
“If we change the schedule, the audience might complain.”
“The audience isn’t important. And… hey, why do you look like that? Do you have a problem with my order?”
“No, sir. It’s just that the guys below are complaining. Two guards were taken down by that guy. They were taken to the nearest hospital, but… they’ve been rendered impotent.”
Impotent.
For a man, especially a gangster, it was worse than death. Oda’s face became serious. If he wasn’t careful, his subordinates’ discontent could explode.
“…Are you confident you can beat that bastard in the arena? We have to stick to the bare-handed rules, at least.”
“We’ve been in this business for over ten years. Leave it to us. We’ll kill that bastard.”
“Alright, damn it. Pick the guys who are confident in fighting and send them to the arena.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you, boss.”
His subordinate’s eyes gleamed fiercely. Ono felt reassured. Murakano Katsunada. He didn’t know where this guy had come from, but did he think the Yakuza had never killed anyone before?
‘Whether he dies in the arena or outside of it, Murakano, there’s only one future for you.’
The match resumed.
The subordinate who went up confidently was kicked in the groin and collapsed in the arena. Since there was no referee, the organizers hastily declared victory, but… Murakano’s soccer kick landed squarely on the subordinate’s head. As if it had hit the wrong spot, one of the subordinate’s eyeballs popped out and fell into the audience.
Some of the audience screamed. Others were delighted. Having grown accustomed to the violence of the fight club, they were cheering for even greater stimulation.
“Isn’t that fighter one of Mr. Ono’s subordinates?”
“A full-force soccer kick… he’s definitely dead. Murakano doesn’t seem like a soldier, but a killer.”
“I don’t know. He just seems like a crazy psycho. It’s like he doesn’t see people as people. That’s probably why the audience is cheering even more.”
“Mr. Ono, your subordinate died, are you alright?”
No, he wasn’t alright.
He was a subordinate he’d been with for over 20 years since high school. He was practically family. And now he was dead. He was furious. He wanted to grab a gun and go down there to shoot the bastard dead.
Ono forced a smile. He couldn’t show his true feelings here. In the underworld, the moment you show weakness, you’re finished.
“I’m fine. I have more subordinates.”
-Next!!
Murakano Katsunada’s shout could be heard all the way up here.
The crazy bastard didn’t seem to have any intention of coming down from the arena. He was cunning. He knew that if he came down, he would be retaliated against.
‘You’ll die even if you don’t come down.’
Ono sent another subordinate into the arena. Just as he was enraged, his subordinates were also blinded by the death of their comrade. If he stopped them now, there was a high chance of a rebellion. A rebellion was the last thing he wanted.
And his subordinates were defeated. He even used the trick of having his subordinates rush in to fight 2-on-1, but they still lost. Four of his subordinates had been killed by that guy. It was enough to calm down the enraged subordinates. At least, no one was willing to go up into the arena anymore.
Ono also calmed down. And then he started to see things he hadn’t noticed before.
‘What the hell is that guy? I’ve never seen that martial art before. It’s not Taekwondo or Karate. It’s a martial art that’s thoroughly specialized for actual combat… Judging by his footwork, it seems like it’s from China…’
More than that, he was just good at fighting. Even if he tried to use psychological warfare, he would respond nonchalantly, and feints didn’t work at all. In particular, he often dodged attacks by a hair’s breadth.
‘He’s dodging with certainty. He’s not just relying on his dynamic vision. He’s even dodging attacks coming from blind spots. Is he an enhanced human with sensory abilities rather than speed-based abilities? Even so, those movements are…’
He was just overwhelming. There was no other way to describe it. Could he even win if he went up there himself?
‘Murakano Katsunada! What the hell are you?’
Ono sent out Yawang.
Yawang, the current champion of the fight club, was a physical genius. A giant with a height of 2.5 meters and a weight of 200 kg. The maximum physical prowess that an enhanced human could display.
‘Yawang is a former sumo wrestler. If he hadn’t accidentally killed an opponent during a match, he would have become the world’s best sumo wrestler.’
The match began.
Yawang charged forward as soon as it started. The combination of his weight, strength, and speed made Yawang’s charge more destructive than a dump truck. Enough to kill even an enhanced human in one hit.
Murakano jumped up as if he had predicted it. He stood on Yawang’s shoulder and then kicked Yawang in the eye. Yawang’s right eyeball burst. Yawang howled in pain. Murakano didn’t miss the opportunity and slammed Yawang headfirst into the hard floor outside the arena.
Yawang’s head burst open. Brain matter spilled out. He was dead, beyond any doubt.
“……”
Ono shut his mouth. Yawang’s death? He could just pass it off as an accident. He could bribe the police. The audience wasn’t a problem either. They were cheering instead of being afraid of the fighter’s death.
The problem was the VIPs.
The VIPs who had come to see Yawang. Especially the mustached man in the bowler hat. A member of the nobility with the title of Baron, Kamura.
“Mr. Ono. Yawang died in 10 seconds. The match itself was satisfying, but I’m disappointed in you, Mr. Ono. Didn’t you tell me Yawang was the strongest?”
“Mr. Kamura… I’m so sorry for making you waste your time!”
Ono immediately prostrated himself at Kamura’s feet. With just one word from him, his organization could disappear like dust. Prostrating himself was the only way to survive.
-Next!!!
Murakano, not knowing his place, shouted for the next opponent.
A curvy round girl went up to the arena and tried to calm Murakano down. Murakano touched the round girl’s butt and conducted a meaningless interview. The gang members, who should have stopped the sexual harassment, were too intimidated to do anything but watch.
“Please raise your head. It wasn’t a complete waste of time. We discovered Murakano Katsunada, who is even more amazing than Yawang. Mr. Ono, I want to see that man’s limits. Is there no one who can show Murakano’s limits?”
Ono immediately understood Kamura’s intentions.
“…I will go into the arena myself and draw out Murakano’s limits. However, I tend to get excited during combat, so… I might end up killing Murakano.”
“Haha. If he dies, it can’t be helped. To see the famous Shinjuku Hot Fist in action. I’m lucky today.”
“I won’t disappoint you. Please enjoy the last match of the day.”
The VIPs watched with great interest. No one stopped him. No one could stop him.
Ono appeared. The round girl, who had been having her chest groped by Murakano, was released and hurried down from the arena.
-Oh, the last match of the day! The organizer of the Hima Fight Club, also known as the Shinjuku Hot Fist, Mr. Ono, will face the crazy intruder, Murakano! Betting will only be open for 1 minute!
The betting odds appeared on the scoreboard. 95% of the audience bet on Murakano.
‘How foolish… Murakano has fought several battles in a row. Even if he looks fine, he must be exhausted. Unless you’re not tense and not fully engaged in the fight, even one match is enough to tire you out.’
One minute of betting time. Ono stared at Murakano, engaging in a staring contest. Murakano was avoiding his gaze and glancing at the round girl.
‘He’s pretending to look at the girl because he’s scared.’
Ono’s heart began to beat faster. He was starting to warm up. As an enhanced human, he could raise the temperature of certain parts of his body to inflict burns on his opponent. The nickname “Shinjuku Hot Fist” came from that ability.
Ding!
The match began.
The moment Ono took a step forward.
Thwack!
Murakano’s fist landed on Ono’s face. Ono couldn’t even react. That was because he couldn’t see the movement at all. Murakano, who was clearly more than 5 meters away, had punched him in the face as if he had teleported.
Ono extended his Hot Fist, but Murakano was not there.
Thwack!
He was kicked in the side. Before Murakano’s body could even move to the side, a fist landed on his back. Then the front, then the right, then an uppercut.
He couldn’t see it. He couldn’t keep up. The one-sided attack continued.
‘Am I… fighting Kakarot…?’
That was Ono’s last thought.
