Even if the results might not be the best, Cyclone still implemented it.

First divert everyone's attention to someone, then act secretly.

But Cyclone never expected that the young man didn't show any signs of rebuttal but directly admitted to what was said.

Without any hesitation, the muscular man stepped forward, boxing gloves on.

After confirming the target, the muscular man waved his hands, signaling the audience to cheer for him.

The audience willingly complied, and the entire fighting arena instantly heated up.

The thunderous cheers deafened as the muscular man strode forward, ignoring every opponent he passed along the way, even pushing them aside, heading straight towards the young boxer.

Upon a glance, Cyclone could roughly divide the current participants into two categories: those who came for the money and those who were forcibly brought here.

Otherwise, others wouldn't have been so evasive. At the moment the MC announced the start of the match, they should have fought eagerly, just like the muscular man in front of them.

Those forcibly brought here would react just like Cyclone's initial reaction—first being stunned, then assessing the situation.

However, this might be one of the pleasures of this underground fighting arena.

A group of civilized people who don't want to kill facing a bunch of hired killers who came for money, in a situation where the power gap is huge, observing how both sides survive, or get killed.

From another perspective, some annoying individuals could be brought here, increasing revenue, for public execution.

Killing two birds with one stone, truly ingenious.

But Cyclone had no time to ponder over such matters. Safety came first now, so Cyclone focused hard, thinking of a way out.

On the other hand, encouraged by the cheers, the muscular man had already reached the young boxer.

He first used his left hand to measure the height by pointing to his forehead, indicating the opponent was two heads shorter.

Mocking aside, he suddenly threw a strong punch with his other hand.

The punch was forceful, like a drawn bow.

If that punch landed, Cyclone would probably be knocked out on the spot.

Apologies...

Feeling sorry for the opponent deep down, but now was the opportunity that Cyclone desired.

Sneaking behind another person, allowing the hot-blooded individual to take the first hit.

At that moment, the entire arena suddenly fell silent.

After the muscular man threw a punch, his fist lingered in the air, but it hit nothing.

The boxer quickly bent down, approaching the muscular man from below.

With a swift uppercut, he struck the weakest joint of the muscular man's hand with full force.

The impact hit the most vulnerable part of the hand, causing the muscular man to cry out in pain instantly.

His mournful cry shocked the audience, yet no one felt sorry for the muscular man's pain. Everyone cheered only for the boxer's spectacular hit.

"You?!!"

After that hit, the young boxer instantly created distance, resembling an experienced hunter, slowly hunting down his prey.

Although the muscular man's right hand was in such pain that he couldn't move it, he still tried to take another step forward.

In an attempt to seek retribution, another slim man moved behind the muscular man.

A small knife plunged straight into the muscular man's back, digging deeper into his body.

"You're noisy, you know that, eh~"

The slim man chuckled behind the muscular man. As the muscular man fell to his knees, the man pulled out the knife, delivering another blow to his head.

Cyclone was stunned by the scene, but the entire arena erupted into cheers.

Moments ago, the muscular man had been cheered on by the audience, but now, even in death, no one mourned for him.

Here, only death brings joy. Of the twelve participants, only ten remained.

In this underground fighting arena where death is entertainment, with the apparent strongest muscular man lying dead, the atmosphere peaked.

A longsword was tossed at Cyclone's feet, and upon looking, more weapons fell from the audience seats.

It was no longer a time to play smart to survive. Cyclone picked up the longsword by his feet, taking a deep breath.