Infinite Fighting

Chapter 70: Chapter 61: Throwing a Match

"Extreme Dragon is victorious!"

Everyone was a little disappointed that Zhang Ji hadn’t killed his opponent.

Soon came the third match, and then the fourth.

With every consecutive match Zhang Ji chose to fight, the atmosphere grew even more feverish.

It had been a long time since anyone had done this.

And even if they tried, how many could actually string together so many wins?

Who would dare without absolutely overwhelming strength?

At this point, the organizers also realized something was wrong.

Suddenly, a call came in.

Joe answered and asked respectfully, "Boss, what can I do for you?"

"Send in Kuang," a voice said from the phone.

Though startled by the call, Joe didn’t question the order and immediately relayed it.

Zhang Ji waited on the platform for a slightly longer time than usual before he finally saw the next figure arrive.

A man covered in bizarre patterns, shackled at his hands and feet. He was over two meters tall, with a build so burly it was almost inhuman. His ferocious eyes were bloodshot, like those of a starving beast.

「...」

In an office on the top floor of the skyscraper, a middle-aged man with short black hair and a formal suit sat with his legs crossed, watching the events unfold on a massive projection screen.

The man was the de facto ruler of this city, Damian Dean.

He was the leader of the Dean Gang, backed by a high-ranking official from the Roman Country.

Of course, compared to all that, he cared more about his other identity.

A Transcendent Level fighter.

Unlike in the Eastern Extreme Country, where C-rank fighters are called Grandmasters, in countries like the Roman Country and Guning Country, the rank above professional fighters is known as Transcendent Level.

He had started watching from Zhang Ji’s third match.

It had been a long time since he’d seen such a ruthless character.

His plan was to approach and recruit Zhang Ji if he could win three matches.

But he discovered things weren’t as he had imagined.

Zhang Ji didn’t seem to be an ordinary fighter.

Damian couldn’t quite gauge Zhang Ji’s upper limits, but he had a hunch the man might also be a Transcendent Level fighter.

That’s why he had someone send up one of his trump cards to test him.

’Faced with an opponent like this, the guy will have to show some of his true skills, right?’

「...」

THUMP-THUMP!

The opponent’s heart was beating with a clear, distinct sound.

Zhang Ji could see with his naked eye that his opponent’s heart was pumping shimmering blood throughout his body, lighting up the tattoo-like patterns on his skin.

’An Alchemy Organ?’

As he was thinking, a staff member timidly unfastened the man’s shackles.

The moment they were undone, Kuang swatted the staff member, sending him flying out of the ring.

Zhang Ji confirmed his suspicions about the opponent’s condition.

’He’s fused with an Alchemy Organ, but the Alchemist’s skills were subpar, causing the user to lose most of his sanity. Now he’s no different from a beast. Of course, it could also be an issue with the subject of the transformation himself. After all, without a sufficiently strong Spirit and will, the consciousness inherent in the Alchemy Organ itself would erode the host’s will and take over.’

ROAR!

A furious roar sent spittle flying.

"Let the fight begin!! It seems I don’t even need to say it—Kuang can’t hold back any longer! Will he tear apart the four-time champion, Extreme Dragon?"

Before the announcer had even finished speaking, Zhang Ji dodged Kuang’s first strike. At the same time, he glanced down at the audience, where Robby discreetly covered his ear and curled his little finger.

’He bet on me to lose? In that case, I’ll put on a little show and then concede.’

SWOOSH!

Claws swung, missing Zhang Ji’s chest by a hair’s breadth and completely shredding the new clothes Robby had given him.

It looked like a perilous close call.

But Zhang Ji was perfectly calm.

’Pure bestial instinct, no technique whatsoever. His strength is up to par, but any random Grandmaster could beat him to a pulp. Overall, he might be able to fight a professional Ninth Rank, but he’s no match for a Grandmaster. As for someone like me, who can instantly kill even a peak Grandmaster, it’s not even a contest. Even now, missing a leg, with my overall combat power down by forty or fifty percent, I could still crush him with one finger. Of course, I can’t do that now. I have to make money, after all.’

BANG! CLANG! CRASH CRASH CRASH!

With every one of Kuang’s strikes that hammered the ground, the alloy floor dented, leaving a fist imprint.

Meanwhile, Zhang Ji dodged with great difficulty, his breathing growing ragged. He even wiped non-existent sweat from his forehead, acting as if he was reaching his limit.

RAAAWR!

Kuang let out a deafening roar, his voice so thunderous it drowned out the shouts of everyone in the arena.

SWOOSH! SCREECH!

Kuang swiped a claw, carving several deep gashes into the glass, which was strong enough to stop a sniper bullet.

Zhang Ji decided it was about time. He activated his Breathing Skill and pretended to fail to dodge an attack. He was struck by a claw and used the momentum to fly backward, crashing into the glass.

CRACK CRACK CRACK!

A large web of cracks appeared where Zhang Ji had hit the glass.

He fell to the ground and struggled to get up, failing several times.

SWOOSH!

Zhang Ji rolled away, narrowly avoiding another attack in what looked like a desperate move.

The referee didn’t announce a winner.

It was just like when Zhang Ji had fought the others.

Zhang Ji frowned slightly and decided to change his approach.

He rolled away and used the momentum to get up. Clutching his hit left arm, he faced the renewed assault and threw a forceful punch.

Kuang also threw a punch, smashing it toward Zhang Ji.

Before his Alchemy Transformation, he must have learned some fighting techniques, which now seemed to have become instinct.

BAM! CRACK! THWUMP!!

Zhang Ji was sent flying backward. He smashed against the glass, shattering it completely, and then fell to the ground outside, motionless. He was now less than a meter from the audience seats. The faces of the nearby spectators were filled with terror; they never imagined something like this could happen.

In truth, if it hadn’t been Zhang Ji, this would never have happened.

The glass looked fragile, and a professional fighter could crack it, but it was actually made of several layers. The two inner layers were of average hardness, but the outer layers were progressively tougher. Even if Kuang had pounded on it with all his might for ages, he might not have broken through.

The reason it shattered was that Zhang Ji had actively put his own force into breaking it.

’This may be an underground match. But getting knocked out of the ring has to count as a loss, right?’

As Zhang Ji was thinking this, Kuang, still on the platform, charged straight through the hole Zhang Ji had made and rushed toward him again.

The terrified audience scattered in all directions, creating quite a scene.

Seeing this, Zhang Ji’s eyes narrowed. He gritted his teeth and, with the posture of a man making a desperate last stand, threw a kick.

BANG!

Zhang Ji’s kick sent Kuang flying back onto the platform. He skidded across the floor for some distance before crashing into the glass wall on the other side.

His chest was caved in deeply, and it barely moved.

"Who wins this one?"

The audience was dumbfounded.

"Extreme Dragon was knocked off the platform by Kuang! Kuang’s pursuit forced out Extreme Dragon’s hidden potential... What a pity, if only that burst of power had happened on the platform... This match is a pyrrhic victory for Kuang!!"

The organizers had wanted Zhang Ji to lose from the start, so they were more than happy with this outcome.

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