After Beating the Game, I Became the Villain BOSS-Chapter 70 - 66: Underground Boxing Match

Blood codes from the Hegemony Company are categorized based on their special abilities into "Enhancement Type" and "Power Type."

"Enhancement Type" signifies blood codes that strengthen human attributes such as enhancing muscle and bone strength, increasing neural reaction speed, activating cellular activity, and so forth.

Su Mo carries the Crimson Rose Blood Code and Mad Corpse Blood Code, both belonging to the "Enhancement Type."

While "Power Type" grants abilities beyond natural human capabilities, such as element control, beast mimicry, telekinesis, and more.

It's worth noting that while "Power Type" sounds prestigious, it isn't superior to "Enhancement Type."

Blood codes are only divided into popular and niche options, with no distinction in superiority or inferiority.

Whether "Power Type" or "Enhancement Type," mastered to perfection, both are incredibly powerful; otherwise, you're just an amateur.

There are no useless blood codes, only useless carriers.

The target to be hunted this time, Simpson, carries the "Power Type" blood code - Molten Iron Blood Code.

Carriers of Molten Iron Blood Code acquire the ability to transform their flesh into metal, thus obtaining immense direct combat power.

According to the intelligence, Simpson's Molten Iron Blood Code is at the "Middle Tier of Awakening", which is the foundation of his dominance in the Black Boxing Arena.

Blood codes, despite being one of the three main power systems in this world, aren't as widespread as imagined; you can't just pick anyone off the street and expect them to have a blood code.

Financial barriers alone have blocked countless people.

On the black market, a blood code costs at least five to six million moon coins, even for the most niche models, while popular ones can exceed ten million moon coins.

Even in sinister places like underground boxing arenas, boxers are predominantly ordinary humans.

Anyone with extraordinary power and some training can become outstandingly rare.

Someone like Simpson, a carrier of a "Middle Tier of Awakening" blood code, can basically walk unscrutinized in the Black Boxing Arena.

Among his three losses, two were due to the gambling operators deliberately throwing the fight.

The actual loss was to a Prosthetic Implanter completely equipped with "Ordinary Management Level 2" components.

Losing to a prosthetic is just unavoidable.

In the same tier, a straightforward and blunt prosthetic is more powerful than a blood code in early stages.

Su Mo now possesses "Middle Tier of Awakening" strength as well, but he has double Blood Code Middle Tier of Awakening, giving him double the enhancement, to crush opponents of the same tier.

Dealing with Simpson poses no problem.

Su Mo is contemplating how to maximize his benefits from this contract.

If he ambushes Simpson as planned, kills him and leaves, he'll only earn the 500,000 moon coins commission fee.

He's just starting out, and money is needed everywhere; tens of thousands don't make much impact.

Commission fees can't suddenly increase, as Audiana wouldn't be foolish enough to offer a high price initially; she would start with low-cost commissions to slowly build trust before offering higher prices.

Since the fee can't change, he'd have to brainstorm ways to earn some "side income."

Thinking of this, Su Mo grins maliciously, heading towards the Black Boxing Arena district.

...

Due to the Frontier Isolation Act, the Border District lacks any law enforcement and has no legal control.

Here, the indulgent side of humanity is laid bare.

Anyone can find a place here that caters to their dark desires, and the Black Boxing Arena is one such place.

Violence is a trait etched deep within human genes.

Yet, most are cowards; they relish bloody scenes without wanting to shed their own blood.

Thus, the Black Boxing Arena becomes their perfect sanctuary.

There are many Black Boxing Arenas in the Border District, including one located on "Heisen Street" currently featuring a fierce battle.

The enclosed arena is shrouded in smoke, filled with the scent of cigarettes and cheap alcohol, cries of murder echo from shadowed spectator stands, as the ceiling spotlights shine onto the octagonal iron cage in the center.

The octagonal iron cage is sealed with wire mesh, with only one entrance, where a wooden post stands with a bundle of cash tied atop, totaling 5,000 moon coins.

Two fighters are battling in the cage, one is the arena's host fighter, the other, an outside challenger.

According to the rules, the host accepts challenges from anyone; winning allows them to step out of the cage with the 5,000 moon coins.

The price, however, is that challengers stepping into the cage must surrender their right to life, subject to audience disposal upon defeat.

Don't dismiss it as absurd and worthless.

There's a saying in New Moon City—the people of the Border District are inferior to the dogs of the Inner City.

In such a dignity-less place as the Border District, 5,000 moon coins are enough to drive a common person to gamble with their life.

Inside the iron cage, the host and challenger have already fought several rounds, fists, skin, and teeth stained with blood and grime, resembling two bloodthirsty beasts, offering immense visual impact.

Yet, despite this, the audience remains unsatisfied, loudly complaining:

"Boring! So boring! Are you giving each other massages?!"

"Heaven-killed pigs, my grandmother fighting mice is more exciting than you!"

"Are you deserving of us? Screw you! Refund!"

The host hears the audience's curses, fearing a penalty on his prize money after the match, immediately accelerating his attack pace.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!..."

His fists suddenly grow heavier, holding nothing back, launching punch after punch, flinging blood from skin, battering the challenger until skin bursts open.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!..."

Gradually, the challenger, facing the heavy blows, grows weary, unable to defend.

The host seizes the opportunity to move behind the challenger, locks the waist, and forces upwards in a textbook bridge throw.

"Boom!!!"

The punch sending the challenger's back hard onto the ground, damaging the spine, the body trembles uncontrollably, with blood constantly pouring from mouth and nose.

The previously angry audience now aflame with excitement, releasing jubilant cheers en masse.

Outside the cage, the referee begins counting: "1! 2! 3!..."

The challenger struggles amidst a pool of blood.

"8!"

"9!"

"10!"

Ultimately, the challenger fails to rise.

"Ding ding ding!" The end-of-match bell rings sharply.

The outcome is clear.

Now comes the "judgment time."

The host pins the struggling challenger down, gazing fervently at the audience, waiting for their answer.

The challenger's eyes are empty, his former momentum gone, hands clasped, pleading with trembling voice to the audience: "Please... my wife is waiting for me to come home...I wanted to earn money for her treatment...I cannot die...please..."

For challengers who surrender their life stepping into the cage, the audience are gods, ruling their fate upon defeat.

The audience may choose mercy, spare the defeated challenger.

Or they can choose to have the host terminate their life.

Though there are two options, ever since the Black Boxing Arena came to be, the former has never occurred.

Today is no exception.

"Die! Die! Die!" The audience descends into wild fervor, shouting saliva flying, everyone chanting the same word.

The host opens his arms as if embracing the outside audience, then raises his fists and shouts: "Offer your blood!"

He grips the challenger's upper jaw with one hand, the chin with the other, tearing simultaneously in opposite directions.

"Riiip—" Blood splatters.

The host holds the torn-off "spoils" up high, roaring with power, inciting rounds of cheers from the audience.

The corpse team enters to clean up the cage, while the announcer grabs the microphone, loudly expressing: "Our warrior has won once again, spilling the challenger's blood in the cage!"

"Thank you very much to the audience for coming, our last challenger was just then, and today's match is about to..."

The announcer half-finishes, suddenly touching the earpiece, listening to something.

Soon, his voice grows excited again: "We've just received new info, another challenger has arrived!"