If Cyclone had the chance to see his mother, he would definitely boast about his prowess in the arena. It was unimaginable that his past training in swordsmanship had actually helped him survive. Just this one time was enough for Cyclone to impress others for the next ten years. Gasping for breath, even stumbling over rocks on the ground upon landing, Cyclone could still manage to laugh heartily. With a bleeding head, he managed to scare off a boxing youth who was watching him, even though Cyclone's injuries made him seem dangerous.

"D*mn it, that was really dangerous just now."

"Aren't you also in a dangerous state right now?"

The boxing youth tore off a piece of his sleeve to clumsily bandage Cyclone's head.

"Thanks."

As Cyclone regained consciousness, he had little to say except words of gratitude. Feeling a bit stronger, Cyclone rose to his feet.

"Hey!"

At that moment, the boxing youth called out to Cyclone.

Hesitating for a moment, the boxing youth pulled out a bag of coins from his waist.

"Here, it's yours."

Cyclone stared blankly at the boxing youth.

"It's, it's nothing... I admit you won, so I won't take this bag of coins."

This turn of events was truly beyond Cyclone's imagination—confronted with his own treachery, the youth who was usually greedy was acting so honest. Cyclone had once used another person's life to ensure his own survival, but now that person seemed to have forgotten that fact, approaching Cyclone with a pure heart.

To be honest, the bag of coins in front of him was of little significance to Cyclone. He hadn't come for the coins in the first place, and judging from the current situation, the boxing youth had probably attended the underground fight for the sake of the coins. However, although he had come for the coins originally, the youth had now renounced what he had fought for due to his integrity. Cyclone admitted to himself that he couldn't have done the same. With an inherently greedy nature, Cyclone believed that no one else could either.

Yet, this person stood before him, a youth who had just risked his life for a bag of coins, now displaying such an honest demeanor. Witnessing the boxing youth's actions, Cyclone hesitated for a moment. But in the end, he accepted the coins offered to him.

"What's your name?"

Taking the coins, Cyclone asked.

"Gray! A man who will become the boxing champion!"

"Boxing champion?"

"Don't you know about that?!"

Shaking his head, Cyclone indicated that he did not.

"Seriously?! This is the strongest boxer who defeats everyone with his fists at Allen Arena!! The annual Boxing Championship!! How can you not know?!"

Sweating nervously, Cyclone, who was originally from a rural area, naturally wouldn't know about such events unless they were significant. Ignoring Cyclone's response, Gray instead threw a few punches, showcasing his boxing style in front of Cyclone.

As Cyclone sneered, he clapped his hands.

"Well, well, well, you, the future champion..."

Cyclone smiled.

"Would you like to earn a little money?"

"What?"

Upon hearing the mention of money, Gray's demeanor changed, causing Cyclone to worry about the boxer's future.

Yet, Cyclone had no intention of harming him, so he explained the situation in advance.

"I have to mention, the danger level is not lower than the underground fight just now."

With Cyclone's warning, Gray returned to his original self, showing that he needed to carefully consider anything too dangerous.

"Since you put it that way, why don't you explain in more detail then?"

With a hint of curiosity, Gray began to listen to Cyclone's "mission".

However, Cyclone couldn't reveal everything to Gray. As the saying goes, "Walls have ears," and Cyclone couldn't divulge too many secrets. At least in conversation, Cyclone had his ways.

"So, you..."

"Yeah. I have to go back now."

With a wistful smile, Cyclone looked at the underground sewer behind him.

"Why?"

Gray asked.

"For... the person I love..."

With that, Cyclone took out the coins he had received from Gray. In response to Cyclone's answer, Gray just smiled.

"What's your name?"

"Cyclone, a man who will live happily with a bunch of wives in the future."

The two men chuckled, and Gray took back the coins from Cyclone's hand.