Chapter 83

Shan Ming sat on the prepared sofa in the audience area, squinting his eyes as he watched the door of the iron cage slowly rise, carefully sizing up his opponent.

The man was wearing a black tight-fitting tank top, showcasing his well-built chest and abdominal muscles. He had a pair of well-made military pants and was wearing combat boots. He was most likely a soldier, with equipment similar to the members of the Peregrine Falcon. His face was covered by a fierce red and black mask, revealing only his eyes, mouth, and slender and elegant chin. He exuded a formidable aura. Based on his skin tone and hair color, he appeared to be of East Asian descent.

This man was at least 187 to 188 centimeters tall. However, Shan Ming was surrounded by a group of tall and sturdy European and American people, so he didn’t find this height particularly remarkable. But considering they were in Japan, Shan Ming couldn’t help but wonder if this person was really Japanese. Nevertheless, the man did possess an Asian skeletal structure, as his muscles were lean and flexible, displaying graceful contours, unlike the robust and powerful physique of individuals of Caucasian or African descent, which looked more like models who deliberately cultivated fancy muscles for aesthetic purposes, though it looked gorgeous, it wasn’t actually practical.

Of course, Shan Ming did not assume that the impressive physique of this person was impractical. Someone who had won multiple matches without sustaining significant injuries was undoubtedly an opponent capable of fighting him.

Death Mask’s first opponent was the “Ice and Snow Brothers” from Russia, who quickly took the stage. These two Russian men had their bare arms exposed, displaying their muscular bodies covered in white flesh. The sight of it cause Shan Ming to lose his appetite.

To his surprise, Death Mask did not pay any attention to those two individuals. Instead, he focused his gaze on Shan Ming.

Shan Ming met his gaze fearlessly. Although they were at a considerable distance, his vision was excellent, and he immediately locked eyes with Death Mask.

That look left him stunned.

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A frenzy of wild and enthusiastic cheers erupted from the audience, causing the entire underground garage to tremble.

The corner of Shan Ming’s lips lifted, and his combative instincts began to stir.

This Death Mask indeed had some skills, he was fast, ruthless, and precise. With just two moves, he had brought down the two Russian bears, leaving them either dead or incapacitated.

Moreover, Shan Ming could clearly tell that Death Mask had not exerted his full strength.

Faced with such an overwhelming victory, the crowd couldn’t contain their excitement. They roared until their voices turned hoarse and their eyes turned bloodshot. Death Mask had become their deity, providing them with pleasure even more intense than an orgasm!

The staff outside the stage swiftly dragged the two brothers away.

Two blonde beauties paraded around the stage, they held Death Mask’s nameplate and gestured to the audience. Then, they stepped onto the stage, twisting their slender waists and curvaceous hips, and pressing their bodies against Death Mask.

The audience shouted, “Fuck them! Fuck them!”

Having sex in front of the audience after a fighter’s victory had happened many times in this arena. These outrageous acts never failed to tantalize the audience’s nerves, tempting them to dig deeper into their pockets.

Death Mask remained motionless, allowing the two curvy and seductive women to rub all over him.

Suddenly, a woman extended her hand, adorned with spiked gloves, and aimed for Death Mask’s neck.

Death Mask slightly tilted his head, evading the spike attack. The other woman kicked him in the neck, sending him crashing to the ground.

Both women pounced on Death Mask, attempting to target his vital points with their spiked gloves.

Death Mask dodged by rolling on the ground, then executed a sweeping leg kick, knocking both women down. He then jumped up, grabbed their legs, and threw them off the stage.

Shan Ming found this scene uninteresting. It was merely a ploy to deceive the ignorant audience. He could tell at a glance that it was staged. Aohi Society would most likely be promoting these South American sisters next. Taking down Death Mask as soon as they entered the stage allowed them to gain fame.

After concluding one match, the host called for a half-hour break, allowing everyone to place their bets again.

The audience eagerly awaited the highlight of the evening, the ultimate showdown between Aohi Society and Mochizuki Group. The stakes were the territorial rights of a district in Kyoto. Undoubtedly, it would be a spectacular fight, not just a clash between two formidable fighters, but also a battle for supremacy between the two major underworld gangs in Kyoto.

Even though it was already midnight, not a single person felt tired. They were restless, roaring, and waiting for the next thrilling death match.

Jobb leaned down and whispered to Shan Ming, “Tiger Shark wants me to tell you that the guy on stage isn’t easy to deal with. We’re already deployed, so don’t go all out. As soon as you receive the signal, evacuate immediately.”

Shan Ming softly murmured in response, “Mn.”

Half an hour quickly passed. Amidst the host’s hype and the audience’s urging, Shan Ming walked toward the large iron cage step by step, stepping onto the bloody arena.

Death Mask stood across from him, silently watching him. Time seemed to freeze as he just watched him walk towards himself like this.

Shan Ming shook his neck and performed some warm-up exercises. He remained completely unaffected by the outside noise, his face remained calm.

Death Mask made a move, taking a step forward, then another, until he stopped two meters away from Shan Ming.

The battle had begun, and Shan Ming didn’t want to engage in a staring contest with Death Mask. Moreover, Death Mask’s gaze made him uncomfortable.

Shan Ming moved all the muscles in his body, feeling energized and vigorous. He jumped up and attacked Death Mask.

This year, Shan Ming was thirty-two years old, and he was at the peak of his physical condition. Whether it was speed, strength, or agility, he had reached the pinnacle state that a mercenary could achieve. In hand-to-hand combat, he feared no opponent, as long as the opponent was human.

He launched a powerful kick toward Death Mask’s face, but Death Mask evaded backward, just narrowly escaping.

Shan Ming swiftly spun around, his left leg landing while his right leg rose, leaving no breathing room for his opponent. Another fierce and rapid kick came towards Death Mask, it was a precise and beautiful movement.

Once again, Death Mask managed to dodge the attack. He blocked Shan Ming’s leg and countered with a punch aimed at his shoulder. Shan Ming quickly evaded, narrowly avoiding the punch grazing his shoulder, causing a tingling sensation. The two of them engaged in a flurry of punches and kicks, fighting intensely with lightning-fast movements that were difficult for the eyes to follow.

The more Shan Ming fought, the more he found this strange. He couldn’t understand why this person seemed to know his martial arts style so well, as if he were toying with him. Death Mask blocked every attack without launching a full-force counterattack. This ignited anger within Shan Ming, causing his attacks to become faster and fiercer. Each move targeted vital points, gradually pushing Death Mask back toward the edge of the stage.

The audience had never seen anyone gain the upper hand against Death Mask. They were exhilarated, almost shaking the entire underground garage with their excited shouts! Especially those who had bet on the underdog, their eyes bloodshot and faces flushed, they almost wished they could shout their throats raw.

Seeing that Death Mask had no way to retreat, Shan Ming leaped forward, aiming a powerful kick with the hard tip of his shoe at Death Mask’s temple.

Suddenly, Death Mask crouched down, evading Shan Ming’s kick. Shan Ming sensed trouble and immediately changed his target, aiming a kick toward the most vulnerable point on Death Mask’s back, his spine. However, Death Mask fought back with a punch to Shan Ming’s groin and another punch to his waist. These two heavy blows knocked Shan Ming down to the ground, numbing one side of his body.

Death Mask restrained Shan Ming’s hands behind his back and forcefully pinned him against the ground, rendering him immobile. Death Mask leaned down, and just when Shan Ming thought he was hallucinating from the pain, he heard a chilling voice that resembled the depths of the underworld, “Hope you’ve been well? Dad.”