Collapse of iron, but I am the Supreme Strange

"I'll fight!"

His words immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Luca, Xier, the host, and all the audience members raised their heads and looked towards the entrance of the club.

Two young men were standing there, one with a stern expression, leaning against the wall in silence.

The other one waved his arms with a confident smile on his face - it seemed that was what he said.

The sudden intruders made the club quiet down. Under Xier's surprised gaze, the two uninvited guests slowly walked under the ring.

"Uh...these two..."

the host asked.

"It's just him." Dan Heng glanced at An Yi standing beside him: "He wants to participate. I'm just a spectator. It has nothing to do with me."

"Oh... I don't think I've seen you guys before. Are you new contestants who want to participate?"

The host scratched his head. He didn't know where this young man came from and suddenly broke into the club to challenge the championship. Could he be here intentionally to cause trouble?

"Yes, new contestant, register on site and compete on site, any problem?"

An Yi raised his head and said with a smile: "You just said it, "How can fighting rules be so inconvenient?" Since this girl named Xi'er doesn't want to play, how about I fight the defending champion?"

"This……"

The host was a little troubled, after all, this kind of question had never come up before.

“Great!” Luca stood on the stage and answered first: “You are so courageous! I like it! Hahaha, come on! I want to continue the competition too!”

"Good!"

An Yi couldn't wait to bypass the crowd and walked towards the entrance of the octagonal cage.

"Hey - what are you doing?" Xier looked at the young man who rushed onto the stage, very confused.

Luca has been the champion for 27 consecutive times - if he wins this time, it will be the 28th time in a row. Even I can't guarantee that I can beat him.

This guy who came out of nowhere wanted to challenge Luca right away. Is he crazy? Is he absolutely confident in his own ability, or is he just a rookie who doesn't know his place?

I've never seen this guy in the lower district. Maybe he just moved here from some town? He doesn't look like a very good fighter, so the latter possibility is more likely.

Luca is a clumsy guy. If the cadres of "Dihuo" really beat the newcomer seriously, it would have a very bad impact...

Thinking of this, Xier frowned, then turned to Danheng and said, "What's wrong with your companion? What is he thinking? Isn't he afraid of getting hurt? Or... does he think he will definitely win."

"..." Dan Heng shook his head silently: "Please don't ask me, I don't know either."

"...What?" Xier was stunned for a moment: "Why don't you stop him? Tsk... Forget it, let me do it, I'll fight Luca--"

If he fought with Luka, no matter he won or lost, the worst that would happen was that he would be scolded by Chief Oleg. It was better than letting this guy who made his debut get hit by Luka's fist and end up in Natasha's clinic.

"Do not--"

Dan Heng reached out to stop Xier: "What I mean is, I don't know what my companion is thinking."

He raised his head and looked at An Yi who was already standing in the octagonal cage:

"As for whether he can win... that's really not something I need to worry about. Miss Xi'er, right? Just watch."

"……what?"

After hearing Dan Heng's words, Xier looked at the boxing ring with a doubtful look.

……

In the lower class area of ​​Beloberg, where people can't even get enough food, there is actually a "Fight Club".

But An Yi can understand that when the pressure is too great, one has to release it in some way, right?

Compared to the rich people in the upper class, the sport of "fighting" is truly full of lower-class characteristics.

An Yi stood in the octagonal cage and looked around curiously.

The octagonal cage was made of wire mesh and various rusty iron sheets. There was a dilapidated floor heating system roaring under the floor of the club, and the walls were covered with various half-torn posters.

The air was filled with the smell of sweat and dust, making people feel a little stuffy.

"Is this your first time on stage?" Luca asked, standing opposite An Yi. "From your appearance, it seems you have never been to the club before."

"That's right." An Yi nodded: "You probably haven't seen me either, right?"

"I was in another town for a while, and just returned to Panyan Town a few days ago... Are you new here?"

"bingo."

"Oh... a newbie." Luca stretched his arms. "It's a bit difficult for a newbie to challenge a fighting match. Can you do it? If you really can't hold on, you can admit defeat. I will stop in time!"

Faced with Luca's kind reminder, An Yi just laughed and looked very relaxed.

"An Yi——"

Dan Heng's voice came from the audience, so An Yi turned around, walked over and squatted down: "What's wrong?"

"Can you do it?"

Dan Heng asked after looking at Luca.

"Are you doubting my close combat ability?"

"No... your magic is too broad in its practicality. I think you can knock his soul out of his body with just one touch. There will be no suspense about your victory in this match."

Dan Heng shook his head: "I'm just reminding you. Don't forget our purpose."

"You are doubting my close combat ability." An Yi raised his head and replied, "This is an upright fighting match. That's not passionate enough!"

"I didn't... Why are you like Xing, like a little kid?"

"I'm a member of the Mole Party."

"As you wish...what kind of magic do you want to use?"

"Hmph... During my long period of magic training, I gradually realized one thing." An Yi stood up and slowly said to Dan Heng: "The more I use magic, the more you will feel that I am not good at martial arts."

"I don't have such an idea. And what do you want to say?"

"——In this competition! I won't use magic!" An Yi shouted, "I want to surpass humans——Uh, no, I want to show you my skills!"

"..." Dan Heng helplessly held his forehead: "Nonsense..."

An Yi didn't think he was fooling around. Instead, he was excited about this idea - he hadn't fought anyone in close combat for hundreds of years since he swallowed so many dimensional monsters. Now standing on the boxing ring, he suddenly felt like he was back in "Kama-Taj", back to the place where Ancient One trained him in the past.

He looked down at the palm of his hand, and in a trance he saw himself being knocked to the ground by Ancient One time and time again in the past:

"Fight as if it were your life or death, kid."

Ancient One stood in front of the boy and threw him a short stick.

……

"Use magic as your weapon and attack me."

She watched the boy condense into threads of sparks and rush towards her.

……

"Pour the magic power into your body and defeat me with your own hands."

Ancient One summoned a fan-shaped magic circle and confronted the young man in front of him.

The corners of An Yi's mouth rose slightly for a moment, he turned around and looked at the opponent in front of him.

It's such a nostalgic feeling...

"Although it may sound a bit arrogant—" An Yi said, "but I promise I won't use my full strength."

"Ha! That's really arrogant!" Luca was not angry at An Yi's words: "But I like your energy! Don't worry, no matter who the opponent is, I will do my best!"

Luca assumed a fighting stance and looked the young man up and down:

Black coat and hair, a confident smile, an effortless posture... well, it looks as if his strength is unfathomable.

And looking at his glamorous appearance, he doesn't look like someone from the downtown area at all. It feels like only rich people from the upper class would dress like this.

"Will your cloak not get in the way?"

Luca reminded.

"Hmm? Ah, don't worry about that."

An Yi reached out and grabbed the magic floating cloak, pulling it gently -

The huge cloak actually rose into the air, circled the octagonal cage, and then gradually deformed and shrank in the air. Finally, it stuck to An Yi's right hand, forming a black and gold wrist strap.

An Yi's operation stunned everyone in the club. They had never seen such a magical phenomenon.

“You are…” Luca’s eyes widened.

"Oh, just a little magician's trick." An Yi stretched out his hand to adjust the tightness of the wrist strap: "Don't worry, this is a fighting competition, I won't use magic to cheat."

"Hey it's not - magic?!"

"Don't be so surprised. Although I look more like a crispy college student, I am actually a dark wizard."

"Ahem - uh -" the host cleared his throat: "You... your name in the boxing ring is "The Dark Master"? "

"What? So you guys can have nicknames when you're fighting here?" An Yi said, "I'll just pick a new one... I'm a new member of the Mole Gang! Do you know Hook? Dark Lord Hook is my boss!"

"This can't be considered a qualified nickname..." The host held his forehead helplessly: "Then it will be too troublesome for me to explain later."

"Then..." An Yi looked down at his black coat: "My name is the Black Robe Patrol."

"How can there be a person called 'Team'?"

"Okay—" An Yi stretched out a finger and pointed to the host: "My name is "Hei Dashuai"."

"Uh... this... this is also okay."

"Black means my clothes are black, big means I'm very powerful, and handsome means - you know what I mean." An Yi explained.

"You really are... Never mind, ahem——"

The host walked between An Yi and Luca, waving his arms and shouting as if to liven up the atmosphere:

"I declare the defending champion "Luka" to face "Black Marshal"! Let's start now! Will our Luka successfully defend the title, or will the newcomer who is on stage for the first time be able to soar to the top!"

Chapter 5: How Mages Fight in Close Combat (6k)

Following the host's command, Luca rushed over.

The mechanical boxing gloves made a clicking sound and instantly rushed in front of An Yi.

The speed was so fast that even the audience couldn't see clearly what happened.

"You kept it."

An Yi tilted his head slightly to avoid Luca's fist, then grabbed his mechanical glove with one hand.

"……oh?"

Luca didn't expect that his attack would be dodged. It seems that this person is stronger than he thought.

"If you really think of me as a novice, you might lose miserably."

An Yi reminded.

The force of Luca's punch was just enough to knock an ordinary person unconscious. It seemed that this guy knew how to control his strength.

"Thank you for reminding!"

An Yi let go of Luca's mechanical arm, so the other party adjusted his posture slightly and threw another set of cross punches.

An Yi easily leaned back to avoid Luca's attack, and then took the opportunity when Luca retracted his fist to grab his wrist with his backhand.

Seeing that one of his hands was grabbed, Luca immediately smashed over with the mechanical glove.

But An Yi was faster than him. He pulled Luca's arm to the side, and kicked away his legs at the moment when his opponent's center of gravity changed. Then Luca's mechanical boxing gloves brushed against the air in front of An Yi and hit nothing, and he was knocked to the ground.

"what--"

Luca was knocked down in the center of the octagonal cage and looked at An Yi with a frown.

The opponent did not rush over to suppress his opponent as other fighters did when he fell to the ground. Instead, he put his hands behind his back, lowered his head and looked at him with a smile.

"Oh! In just the first round, the black coach handled Luca's attack perfectly, and even tripped Luca in return--" The host's voice came from the microphone: "It seems that this newcomer is very capable! Or is it that the champion Luca is not serious enough?"