Tattooed 11 Fight! Fight! Fight! 1/2

"So you're saying that there are unusual movements in the village and it's possible that they are the ones that killed Randy?" asked Gordon with a frown.

"Yes sir, the flower shop at the streets suddenly changed owners 3 days ago with no particular reason. Not just that, the same thing happened to the weapon shop, armor shop, bakery and the restaurant." William reported.

Gordon's frowned and said, "Continue to investigate those shops and be careful not to get traced by the owners. By the way, get my sons here."

"Yes sir!" William saluted and left.

-Duel Ring-

"From the Blue corner, the challenger, a Gray branded 1st Mark warrior, Mo Hardinger!!!" bellowed the referee. "From the Red corner, the champion, with 8 wins 0 losses, a Gray branded 3rd Mark warrior, Ben Zangu!!!!!!"

"Let the bets begin!" the referee added.

While the people around are betting like crazy at the betting stand. Mo couldn't help but frown upon hearing the mark rank of Zangu.

"I need to finish this in one round, I can't afford to waste TP if I want to fight again." Mo thought.

The bets for Zangu skyrocketed upon knowing that the challenger is just a 1st mark warrior. Some also tried their luck on betting for Mo upon seeing that he was not nervous at all.

"The betting stops!! Both corners stand up! Remember, no killing or you'll be imprisoned in the village jail for 10 years!" the referee announced. "LET THE DUEL BEGIN!!!!"

"Brat, come to papa and let me smash you already, don't waste my time." Zangu said while leasurely walking step by step towards Mo.

"Idiot" Mo mumbled.

"Devil's Rage" Mo quietly said. A pale white mask with devilish black eyes and blood red pupils suddenly materialized on Mo's hand. The mask was grinning like a devil with two protruding teeth from the two opposite sides of the lower teeth like those of a beast fangs.

Even though it was not that loud, a 3rd mark warrior has enhanced hearing and Zangu heard what Mo said and he became infuriated.

"What did you say brat?! You have a death wish?! Fine, I'll break your knees and cripple you b.i.t.c.h! "Kraken's Fist!!" " Zangu roared and charge towards Mo. The tattoo on Zangu's knuckles then started to emit the familiar gray aura and it condensed into a st.u.r.dy turtle sh.e.l.l which covered his entire right fist.

"Devil's Grin" Mo muttered. His aura suddenly skyrocketed. With 2.5 times the speed of a normal human, Mo dodged the incoming fist, appearing like a ghost on Zangu's back.

-1TP

Zangu was startled with the speed. He hastily turned around while preparing to cast his skill. "Knuckle Bus..."

This time Mo didn't use his Soul Eyes to see the weakness of his opponent

First, is to conserve TPs and second, he knows where to strike for a one hit K.O. with the experience of watching boxing fights on Earth.

"I won't kill him anyways." Mo thought.

Mo then clenched his fist hard and suddenly he throws a punch on Zangu's right lower jaw.

Because of the mutiplied speed, Zangu was unable to defend and his jaw was struck hard.

-16 HP

His eyes went wide and abruptly rolled back showing his whites and he fell down.

Mo then calmly deactivated his skill going back to the Blue corner.

+40TExp (Defeating a white branded 3rd mark warrior)

TExp: 43/200

The referee was in a daze while watching the spectacle.

"Referee? Count?" Mo casually asked.

"Huh? Ahh! Yes!" the referee woke up and started counting.

1!

2!

3!

Match Over! Blue corner, wins!

The silent crowd suddenly erupted to cheers. They have never witnessed a fight so fast but precise. The winners that bet on Mo for fun was dancing silly upon realizing they won. The losers are cursing Zangu for falling down.

"h.e.l.l! Big body but so useless! f.u.c.k my money!"

"I bet all of my money on this stupid s.h.i.+t!!"

"I won!!!!!!"

"Mo? Do you want to continue fighting or stop? We can only give you the money after you decide to stop fighting but remember, once you lose, you lose everything." the referee asked and reminded.

"I'll keep fighting." Mo replied calmly.

"So, I can also get TExp while not killing someone, that's neat." Mo thought.

"Alright, who wants to challenge Mo?!!" the referee bellowed from the ring.