The Black Market Chapter 44 - Another One Punch Story

Situ Shengong jumped towards the arena with relative ease and the seventy-nine fighters on the stage took several steps back,  providing them a huge s.p.a.ce to spar.

Situ Shengong look at his young opponent in contempt while thinking to himself. 'I don't believe that I cannot even defeat the youngest fighter among them. This guy could at most be an Cla.s.s level fighter.'

The bald young man stood still and waited patiently for his opponent to move, while Situ Shengong inched closer to him.

'Of all the fighters you could choose. You chose the one with the strongest martial art skill among the eigthy fighters.' Cale shook his head and waited for Situ Shengong to make a fool out of himself.

As if possessed by a raging demon, Situ Shengong poured all the rage and humiliation in his attacks making it more explosive. But the bald young man swatted them leisurely like he was shooing a bunch of annoying flies.

His expression did not even change one bit, as if he was merely sparring with a little kid.

Situ Shengong jumped in mid air and delivered a swift and decisive kick towards the bald young man's head. The latter as if he had eyes on top of his head suddenly raised his right hand and blocked the kick with two fingers, amazing the crowd greatly.

"Are you done?" The bald young man spoke for the first time. His voice was hoa.r.s.e and deep, not sounding like a typical young man at all.

Situ Shengong grew alarmed all of a sudden, but he did not take it to heart and just continued to glare at his opponent without giving an answer.

The bald young man's aura suddenly rose to the peak of S-Cla.s.s level. The origin essence in his body surged like a raging tornado that wanted to devour Situ Shengong whole.

He disappeared from his previous location and reappeared beside Situ Shengong while sending a strong punch that whistled loudly as it approached the latter's face. 

Situ Shengong's face was full of horror and regret, but it was too late for that.

"Bang!"

The bare knuckle hit Situ Shengong on the face with a loud bang, instantly making him pa.s.s out and thrown out of the arena like a ragdoll.

"Another one punch victory. This is free advertising for the Tyrannical Tower. Wolf King didn't even need to do anything and someone else will already do the advertising for him. What a fool." The crowd chuckled softly to themselves while looking at the unconscious Situ Shengong with a mocking face.

The former patriarch of the Situ Family sighed and told the rest of the members of his family to get their unconscious patriarch out.

"What a strong young man! It wasn't even a fight at all."

"Wolf King was not boasting at all when he said that all of the fighters on the stage are at least the initial S-Cla.s.s level. And to think that their tower rated these guys as D-Cla.s.s. How strong can the rest of their fighters be?"

Wolf King patted the bald young man's shoulder and smiled at him. "Good job! Keep up the good work!"

Wolf King glanced at the murmuring crowd and he raised his right hand in midair, instantly silencing them. He nodded his head in approval and smiled brightly at them.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you have seen the strength of a D-Cla.s.s fighter here in my Tyrannical Tower. Now, allow me to show you the C-Cla.s.s level fighters of the tower."

The D-Cla.s.s level fighters saluted before they left the arena. 

On the opposite side of the crowd another double doors opened, and sixty men with ferocious aura arrived one by one. Each one of them sending chills to the crowd.

"Dear guests, you may take your seats on the chairs upstairs."

Anton froze from head to foot after clas.h.i.+ng sights with one of the sixty fighters on the arena. "How dangerous these men are. This Wolf King could probably defeat the sub par military of the Philippines with just these men."

"They are still at S-Cla.s.s level, but the vibes I am getting from them... They are still humans right?" Asahi Riku, the fighter from the Kaito Airlines was looking at the men on the arena with a wary gaze.

"How did Wolf King train these monsters up to this level?" Nangong Family's patriarch was curiously staring at the fighters on the arena who were emitting wild and intense auras.

"Next are the B-Cla.s.s..."

Wolf King called forty fighters who were rated as B-Cla.s.s and the fighters among the guests could not feel the auras of some of the men on the arena. It was like they were looking at ordinary men, but Sima Yantong and the other patriarchs of the martial arts families knew that these men were probably no longer S-Cla.s.s level, but someone beyond that level. Even Santharus was only slightly stronger than these men.

The crowd grew numbed from shock and when Wolf King called the Cla.s.s level fighters to come on the arena, they were not even shock anymore.

"I... I can't sense their strength levels." Sima Yantong fearfully stared at the men on the arena. There was even a woman among them, and Cale knew, that of all the seventeen Cla.s.s level fighters of the tower, she was undoubtedly the strongest.

* Seira (Human)

- 60 000 000 Black Coins

- The young princess of the Valkyrie Family in Gallantos. She was the second top warrior of the Valkyrie Family, just right behind her mother, the family matriarch.

"What a beautiful young lady! Was she seriously at rated as Cla.s.s by the Tyrannical Tower? Then that means her strength..." They realized that the beautiful young woman on the arena, was not as fragile as she seemed to be, but a hard adamantine wall.

"That woman can kill me in a blink of an eye even if I'm this far from her." Anton muttered silently, but the men around him immediately erased their lecherous thoughts, lest they might get killed by her in an instant.