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The day of battle arrived unexpectedly, with three fights scheduled throughout the day. In the morning, lower-ranked personnel would face a wild beast; at noon, mid-tier fighters would engage in combat; and in the evening, higher-ranked personnel would either team up against two mid-tier fighters or confront another beast.
As a mid-tier fighter, my battle was naturally set for noon. I stood before the black gate, knowing that beyond it lay the battlefield. Taking a deep breath, I calmly watched as the gate slowly opened.
Lose, and you die!
The voice behind me echoed again. This time, I didn’t wait for him to kick me out; I stepped forward before he could speak. I understood that losing meant death. The higher-ups wouldn’t provide my opponent with food, which was essentially a favor to me. If I lost under these circumstances, my death would be a fitting punishment.
However, my opponent hadn’t received any help from above. On the contrary, he had gone hungry all day. It seemed there were no dire consequences for him if he lost.
Hmph! Yellow-Skinned Monkey, you brought this on yourself! I won’t show you any mercy just because of your plight!
The man across from me sneered, a cruel smile on his face. I laughed; I knew he wouldn’t hold back!
And neither would I!
Amidst the constant roars of the spectators, we clashed! I had witnessed this man’s speed before—quick and sharp! In an instant, I found myself on the defensive!
But I wasn’t anxious.
I maintained a tight defense, ensuring my life was not in danger while calmly searching for his weaknesses!
Ha! What’s wrong, Yellow-Skinned Monkey? Are you going to fight back? Let me tell you, it will definitely be me who survives! It will definitely be me!
He shouted wildly, his attacks becoming more ferocious! It made defending myself increasingly difficult.
But I wasn’t worried.
Even if he had eaten yesterday, his stamina couldn’t match mine. Each of them bore hidden injuries, including the man in front of me. The longer I held out, the more unfavorable it became for him!
Yellow-Skinned Monkey! Aren’t you going to fight back? You’re nothing but trash! Coward!
He shouted insults at me; at this point, he must have sensed my thoughts—he was trying to provoke me!
Fine!
I’ll take your bait!
Ha!
With a loud roar, my defensive stance transformed into a frenzied offense!
In my earlier observations, I had noticed that his leg might have an injury! One punch after another landed on his left side! He could only dodge! This increased the burden on his leg!
Come on! Let’s go! Who’s the real trash here?
My punches were heavy!
Each time he took one, he stumbled slightly; his legs lacked the strength to withstand my blows!
As I landed my third punch, he stumbled, unable to regain his balance and on the verge of falling. I delivered a powerful sweeping kick to his leg!
Ah!
A cry of agony echoed throughout the Gladiatorial Arena!
My opponent collapsed to the ground!
I didn’t continue my assault; instead, I stood there, coldly laughing at him. “The food I gave you wasn’t out of pity. I’m just afraid you’re too weak, too pathetic!”
Damn it!
He was instantly enraged!
Though one of his legs was compromised, he still managed to rise and charge at me with even faster punches than before!
But his stance was unsteady, and the outcome of this battle was already decided.
Yet I wouldn’t kill him!
I would drag this out slowly!
I was honing my reflexes until the Manager’s gunshot signaled that it was time to end this.
Yes, this match had lost all suspense and thus its meaning.
“Give up!” I shouted as I pinned him down.
Damn it! Whether he surrendered or not, he was going to die! I would make sure of that!
Did he really think he could still take me down?
A cruel smile crept across my lips as I brutally snapped one of his arms! He howled in pain! But at that moment, many spectators began to cheer. Perhaps they had seen too many straightforward fights; this cat-and-mouse dynamic excited them?
What the hell!
What kind of people are these?
But I certainly wasn’t treating this like a game. I intended to extract every ounce of value from him!
Shall we continue?
I seized his other arm, deliberately trying to intimidate him into submission without killing him, but this was definitely not out of mercy—he wasn’t worth my pity.
You damn bastard! You’re just a Yellow-Skinned Monkey! You’re nothing but an ugly monkey!
He cursed at me loudly, but I remained unfazed.
With another vicious twist, I broke his arm again!
Shall we continue?
I bellowed with authority!
Cheers erupted all around me! My dominance thrilled this pack of beasts!
Ah! My opponent let out a terrible wail, one that echoed with pain; both of his arms had been broken, and I knew that hurt! But there was no other way! I had to get what I wanted! He couldn’t die yet!
“I concede, I concede!” My opponent humiliated himself with those words, and the cheers around us grew louder. They cheered for the strong, but in reality, I was just a beast—a pathetic beast!
The match ended. Conceding was part of the rules. Losing meant death, but that was my rule. Because I won, the higher-ups would lose a lot of money, so the punishment for losing was on me, not on an opponent who was destined to lose anyway.
I walked back to the Gladiatorial Arena, returning to my prison. However, instead of heading to my small room, I found myself standing at the door of my opponent's quarters from earlier.
That's right! Waiting to rob him! Here, the rule was that if someone died, their money belonged to the higher-ups; no one else was allowed to rob them. Now that my opponent wasn’t dead yet, as long as the higher-ups didn’t kill him, he would return to his room to wait for death. When he came back, that would be my chance to rob him.
Of course, if the higher-ups killed him before he returned to wait for death, someone would come to search his room and take everything away—including the safe inside.
I remembered that my opponent had won yesterday’s bet. Now I was waiting to see whether it would be my opponent or the Manager who returned.
“Hey, what are you doing? You won a thousand USD this time, right? Hand it over!”
My opponent hadn’t returned yet when someone immediately asked me for money. They weren’t surprised that I won; in their eyes, my opponent hadn’t eaten all day and lacked the strength to compete with me.
I looked at the person and smiled. The first time I was robbed of five hundred dollars was by this very opponent I had beaten down; he was arrogant because he thought I was weak. The second time I lost a thousand dollars was to another guy from Hai Feng. But this was the third time.
Should I give him anything? Get lost.
I spat out a single word coldly, and Nigen’s expression changed instantly! He glared at me with fierce intensity.
"Are you forcing me to fight? Do you think defeating two weaklings means you can take me on? I could easily take you down!"
Nigen threatened me.
I laughed.
"What are you waiting for?"
I looked at Nigen with confidence. Normally, after just finishing a battle, I would have at least a week of rest before fighting again. But Nigen was different; I remembered he hadn't fought in over a week, even after both of us had suffered injuries!
He would be the first to fall!
Hiss!
Nigen gasped as he looked at me, while those around us watched with keen interest, some even cheering him on.
"Come on! Are you afraid of such a Yellow-Skinned Monkey? Fight him! I believe in your strength."
I stood my ground without fear, wearing a confident smile as I stared at Nigen. Others clearly hoped we would both end up severely injured because if we did, we would become easy targets for them, and neither of us would be able to protect our money.
I didn't care; after all, if I was going to give away my money unconditionally, I would have nothing left anyway.
"Make your move."
Nigen glared at me, hesitating. Indeed, he was stronger than I was, but I knew he wouldn't attack.
"Just wait; we'll meet in the Gladiatorial Arena!"
Nigen threatened me angrily. I chuckled, not caring at all. Even if we didn't fight in the Gladiatorial Arena, he would still kill me without mercy here. There was no point in trying to make friends in this place.
Nigen turned and left, probably because he had lost and needed to go back to his room to get money from his safe. This drew a chorus of boos from the crowd; others looked down on Nigen. But it didn't matter—no one cared about anyone else's feelings here; everyone only cared about their own survival and their stakes: money!
As soon as Nigen left, my opponent returned, being carried by two Managers. The Managers opened the heavy iron door that controlled us and tossed him inside.
"Survive on your own," one Manager said before turning to leave. They hadn't killed me, their opponent.
This situation was unusual; typically, only one person survived after a match. This clearly surprised everyone in the room; they were puzzled about what was happening.
But who needed their understanding?
I walked over and grabbed his leg, pulling him into his room. Only he knew the password to his safe.
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