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"Why, Dong Ge? Is something happening on your end?" Liu Sen asked me. I confirmed that there was indeed an issue, but I didn't reveal the details. If Liu Sen knew my life was in danger, he would undoubtedly agree to meet at six o'clock without considering whether he could launch an attack while everyone was awake in the afternoon.
If I were absolutely certain that we could capture Kyle, it wouldn't be a problem. With Kyle in our grasp, we could command his subordinates. However, it was uncertain whether Kyle would actually be caught by Nick and his team.
Therefore, Liu Sen's ability to execute the attack in the afternoon was crucial.
After thinking for a moment, Liu Sen told me he couldn't give me a definite answer yet; he needed to check with the mercenary group to see if they could make it in time. I assured him that was fine.
I waited.
Then I hung up the phone. Ten minutes later, Liu Sen called me again and informed me that the mercenary group had already started preparations, but they wouldn't arrive until six o'clock at the earliest.
Six o'clock? It seemed that this battle was unavoidable after all. But it could work out!
The next day, I went without food. Yet my people were all around me. Would they let me starve when they had food to eat?
They secretly provided me with meals, and Rosen even found out who my opponent was—an inexperienced newcomer, but one with formidable skills! A world-renowned assassin!
Damn it! This is serious!
I said to Xiang Dong, "You better not die at that person's hands. If you do, what will we do?"
Johnny looked at me, trying to speak in a not-so-fluent manner. "You’re the one who’s going to die! Can you even talk?"
I scolded Johnny without hesitation. Over these past two days, I had gotten to know his carefree personality; he often made jokes with us.
Nick shot Johnny a glare, and Johnny forced a smile in response.
"Eat more; this is all we can do to help you," Hai Rui said as he pushed a plate of rich food toward me. Since we had been discussing significant matters these past few days, they had even refrained from calling women over just to maintain focus—only inviting them in at night when they needed warmth.
"You’re practical," I said appreciatively to Hai Rui as I began to enjoy the delicious food. At that moment, Rosen returned and handed me a bottle of something.
"What’s this?"
"Stimulant."
I couldn't help but laugh when I looked at the small bottle. This stuff is going to be great! Drinking this when I'm exhausted will instantly revive me! Not bad, Rosen, you really thought of everything.
I smiled in appreciation and tucked the stimulant into my pocket. Technically, taking this during an official match is against the rules, but our competition hardly counts as a proper match; losing here could cost me my life! What’s the big deal about taking a stimulant?
The next day, I lay in my room sleeping. In previous battles, even if they didn't expect me to win, they were always okay with whoever came out on top. So the opponents I faced were either not much better than me or on par with my skills.
But this time, they wanted me to lose. The opponent they arranged for me was a damn killer with top-tier strength! This battle was bound to be brutal, and I needed to rest up and prepare myself for what was coming.
Around noon, Hai Rui sent two women to my room. Damn it! The moment I saw them, I nearly lost my temper! I usually don’t even touch women; what do they want from me now? Are they trying to make me soft before the fight?
But it turned out I misunderstood. Hai Rui didn’t send them to fight alongside me; they were there to give me a massage. According to Hai Rui, loosening up before stepping into the ring would help improve my performance.
Well, that’s something! I accepted the massage. It felt amazing. Reflecting on the past two months of my life, it had been so bloody that I realized I hadn’t felt this relaxed in ages.
As I relaxed, I dozed off again. When I woke up, it was already afternoon. "Xiang Dong, you have an hour until you need to go on stage. Come out and let’s warm up!" Nick knocked on my door.
With a massage and warm-up already arranged, they were genuinely worried about me losing.
“Alright,” I replied and got up. After such a good sleep, it was natural for my body to feel a bit sluggish; warming up before going out was definitely the best idea.
So in that large prison space, Nick and I began sparring. Nick's combat skills were incredibly strong; his speed was significantly faster than Hai Feng's, and his strength was immense. His angles of attack were so tricky that it made it hard for anyone to react in time.
An hour later, the match began right on schedule. I was led to the back of the dreaded Hei Men arena. The stimulant bottle had been replaced with a metal one. Our fights were different from regular sports; in sports, you just need to drink something before going out to perform at your best.
But this was a life-and-death struggle; while physical strength was crucial, staying calm was equally important. I worried that if I took the stimulant, it might make me lose my composure and get killed before I even had a chance to fight back—definitely not worth the risk.
This thing is meant to be used at the end, when both of us are exhausted and unable to launch any sharp attacks against each other.
Outside, the annoying voice of the host and the shouts of the audience filled the air. It seemed like there were particularly many spectators today, their cheers powerful and filled with anticipation for what would unfold.
A smile crept onto my lips. I was looking forward to it too!
"Now, let's welcome our heavyweight contender! The Madman!"
After a brief introduction, the door in front of me swung open amidst the cheers of the crowd. I stepped into the arena, taking in this familiar place once more, surrounded by so many people I despised.
"Madman! Madman!"
Countless cheers rang out for me, but instead of feeling honored, I felt ashamed.
Today, the Madman looked exceptionally good, full of energy. As a rookie champion, he had already won over ten matches in a row! Today he faced a newcomer’s challenge—would he continue his winning streak? No one knew. Now, let’s welcome our challenger! The newcomer, Billy!
The host shouted enthusiastically as the door opposite me opened. Here, the rules dictated that the challenger would enter last, signifying that this Gladiatorial Arena belonged to the challenger.
A wave of mindless howls erupted from the audience; they were incredibly enthusiastic. Billy walked slowly to a spot three meters in front of me and stopped, looking at me with a cold smirk.
"Hello, Madman."
Billy spoke to me in a somewhat awkward Chinese; he was European. I smiled back sarcastically—what was he trying to act tough for? Did he think he could kill me and still greet me? I ignored him.
The host continued his chatter, filled with meaningless drivel. The more critical the match, the more he rambled on. I wasn’t in a hurry; I actually hoped he would keep talking for a while longer. Rosen and Nick were probably already on their way, and Liu Sen would arrive in about an hour. After all, they were top-tier assassins; I honestly didn’t have confidence in surviving an hour against them.
If my strength were sufficient, Nick wouldn’t have needed to train with me or give me stimulants.
"Begin!"
After some more unnecessary chatter from the host, he shouted loudly!
Billy smirked as he charged at me with lightning speed!
Damn! His speed was incredible—definitely faster than Nick!
I dodged his attack!
Old tactics: first defense.
But today I had a slight advantage; if I could defend for over an hour, then this match would be over without needing to kill Billy.
However, as soon as Billy made his move, I realized just how skilled he was—his speed was beyond my ability to track. By the time I raised my hand to defend myself, his fist was already upon me.
So my defense was meaningless; he could still hit me!
"Trash! Is that all you can do is defend? Do my punches taste good?"
Billy taunted me in his clumsy Chinese, his tone utterly disgusting.
But there are always more disgusting things in this arena.
What the hell! Billy’s attack is so sharp? The madman has once again met his match. In the past, his defense could effectively hold off for over ten minutes, but now he’s actually taken a hit? Can the madman maintain his winning streak this time?
The host shouted in an utterly annoying manner.
Outside the arena, people were murmuring in disappointment, cursing me for my poor performance. It was simple; they had placed their bets on me.
However, just after the host finished speaking, I suddenly noticed that Billy’s attacks had become less fierce.
What’s going on?
I quickly understood.
If you’re going to put on a show, you have to do it right. Normally, even if the Gladiatorial Arena officials have a preferred winner, they would only support that person without restricting their opponent's performance; otherwise, the fight would lose its excitement.
And this time was no different. The officials knew that Billy was exceptionally skilled! I wasn’t his match, so before Billy stepped into the ring, they must have told him not to finish me off too quickly; otherwise, it would easily raise suspicions among the bettors!
So, does this mean that Billy won’t kill me right away?
That’s great!
With that thought in mind, I let out a loud shout and unleashed all my strength to attack Billy without holding back!
No defense whatsoever!
Seeing my frenzied assault, Billy let out a cold laugh, a hint of amusement flashing across his face before he engaged me in battle!
After a few exchanges, I confirmed my suspicion.
Billy’s speed was the fastest I had ever seen. In my reckless attack with no defense, he definitely had the capability to end my life with a single blow! But he didn’t!
That made me even more at ease!
I launched into a wild offensive!
Every move I made was one where I would inflict a thousand points of damage on him while taking eight hundred myself!
I could hit Billy with everything I had, but he couldn’t finish me off in one go!
The audience erupted with excitement! And it seemed like Billy was getting angry too.
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