Because Odis was a newcomer, Gers arranged for him to play the first match. His opponent was a tall man who was about 1.9 meters tall and was looking at Odis with a relaxed expression.
"Tim, you got a great deal."
Tim is the name of Odis's rival.
"The first game wasn't very interesting."
"..."
Amid the noise, the referee off the field announced the rules of the game: "If one side faints, concedes defeat, or leaves the playing area in any form, the other side wins."
"Ready, go!"
The gamblers shouted for Tim to finish off the newcomer in front of them as soon as possible.
Tim initiated the attack, throwing a punch forward.
Odis lightly dodged the blow, and then stepped forward, extending his palm and striking Tim's Adam's apple and chin with all his might, sending him flying.
Thump~
Tim crashed to the ground and passed out.
The surroundings fell silent instantly.
Simon, who was watching the fight from a high vantage point, took a deep drag on his cigarette and asked the stunned manager, Gels, "You said he's from Backlund Fight Club?"
Gers realized what was happening and said, "Yes, yes."
"I'll inquire about it again tomorrow."
Yes, yes, yes.
On the field, Odis looked at the referee: "Is there a timeout?"
The referee then came to his senses, symbolically counted a few seconds, and then declared Odis the winner.
"I can play another match in a row," Odis said with a smile.
The people around then realized what was happening and began to buzz with discussion, speculating about the newcomer's background.
The referee didn't respond immediately. Instead, he consulted Simon before returning and saying, "Alright, the second player will step up. Toby! You'll be this newcomer's opponent!"
Almost everyone around them exclaimed "Oh~" in unison, and many people wore knowing smiles.
A man about the same height as Odis took off his hat, trench coat, and shirt, and began warming up outside the arena.
Odis carefully observed his opponent. He didn't look very tall, but his muscles were very firm and his punches were very fast. Judging from the expressions of the people around him, Toby must be a master in this underground fighting arena.
While Toby was warming up, betting for the second round began.
Odis sat leisurely on the wooden railing, and probably overheard that most of the people were still betting on Toby to win.
After all, Odis won too quickly, and not many of them were experts in combat. They didn't understand the ingenuity of Odis's attack, nor did they realize that Odis's victory was not due to luck or chance. They continued to bet based on their previous understanding.
Soon, the second match began.
Toby stared intently at Odis, knowing full well that Odis would be a formidable opponent.
Odis was more serious than in the last match, adopting a standard fighting stance.
A chaotic shouting broke out around them again: "Toby, punch his nose into his stomach!"
"Toby, make him kneel on the ground and beg for mercy!"
"Toby, I've staked everything on you!"
"Get started, you two bastards!"
"..."
The two men in the arena had been staring at each other for more than ten seconds. Finally, Toby couldn't hold back any longer and tentatively threw a punch.
Odis also intervened at the right time, blocking Toby's attack, and then suddenly stepped forward to push Toby down.
Fortunately, Toby's attack was just a probing one, giving him enough space to jump away, though the process was somewhat awkward.
Seeing the situation was getting out of hand, the surrounding spectators shouted, "Go for it, Toby! Don't act like a girl!"
"Toby, what are you doing? Punch! Punch!"
"..."
Toby felt he had roughly figured out his opponent's fighting style and began attacking with his legs.
In his view, his opponent's style was to quickly close in and then launch an attack. As long as he prevented his opponent from getting close, he could continue to observe and look for an opportunity.
After dodging several attacks, Odis seized an opportunity to rush forward, quickly crouched down, and once again avoided Toby's kick. Then, he suddenly stood up and used his right shoulder to ram Toby, lifting him up and sending him flying.
Whoosh~
Toby slammed onto a table behind a group of gamblers, cried out in pain, and then passed out.
The area around the stadium fell silent again.
However, this time the referee realized what was happening: "The newcomer wins! The newcomer wins again!"
The surrounding gamblers started buzzing again, unable to understand how the seemingly thin and not very muscular newcomer had managed to beat two people in a row.
Odis held up three fingers: "I want to play ten... no, I want to play a third match."
The referee went to Simon again for instructions and quickly returned, saying, "The third match is three against one. Are you sure you want to play?"
Odis saw Simon, who had a fierce look on his face in the distance, revealing a sly smile. He said nonchalantly, "Confirmed."
Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!
The surroundings quieted down again.
"This guy's crazy!"
A gambler's exclamation amplified the surrounding chatter.
Some people think the newcomer is too arrogant, while others believe that the newcomer must be confident.
While the three players were warming up, betting began for the third round. This time it was basically a 50/50 split, with half the people betting on Odis to win and the other half betting on him to lose.
The third match begins!
Odis was surrounded, and her three opponents immediately launched an attack.
Instead of attacking all at once, they launched two strategic attacks, one to direct and cover for any weaknesses.
Odis used his agility to escape their encirclement time and again without serious danger.
After making a basic observation of his three opponents, Odis decided to launch a counterattack.
Just then, he spotted a familiar face among the gamblers around him.
He was a thin, middle-aged man with a prominent scar at the corner of his left eye.
Odis suddenly remembered that on Monday, Enoch had reported to him that this was an informant for "The Punisher," and that someone was paying to find him.
In the brief moment that Odis was distracted, his opponent seized the opportunity and threw a powerful punch that struck Odis in the cheek.
Amidst the enthusiastic shouts around him, Odis's ears rang from the blows. However, the physique of an extraordinary being was far stronger than that of an ordinary person. He took a step back, shook his head, and the discomfort quickly disappeared.
But his opponents seized the opportunity, the strongest of them attacking Odis from behind and locking his arms firmly around Odis's shoulders.
The opponent who had just punched Odis raised his foot and kicked Odis hard in the chest and abdomen.
Odis struggled twice, but seeing that he could not break free, he used the large body behind him as a leverage point to leap up and lock his legs around the oncoming opponent.
With a forceful twist, the other person spun and flew out, crashing into the wooden railing and falling to the ground, unable to get up.
As soon as Odis's feet touched the ground, he exerted force again, and actually jumped up with the big guy behind him on his back, then flipped over and slammed his back down to the ground.
The fall was so hard that the two arms that were holding Odis were immediately released, and the big man was jolted so much that he couldn't get up for a moment.
Odis jumped up, ready to attack his third opponent.
As a result, the other party panicked and jumped over the fence, choosing to surrender.
Silence fell once again.
Odis looked at the referee: "Shall we continue?"
The referee quickly said, "Newcomer, newcomer, the newcomer wins."
Odis jumped out of the wooden fence and went to Simon to collect his reward and wager.