"Hold it."
Just as the bodyguards were about to make their move, a deep, resonant male voice echoed through the hall.
A man wearing a golden championship belt stood on the balcony of a second-floor private room, looking down at everyone. The overwhelming pressure he exuded caused the ground floor to instantly fall dead silent.
"Boxing King Mayweather, we are just teaching these three arrogant punks a lesson."
"Are you three sure you're here to participate in the matches?" The man's gaze locked directly onto the trio.
"That's right! Hurry up and arrange an opponent for the Great Me! I want to fight 10 people at once!" Power yelled.
"I want to fight 11!" Denji chimed in.
"I'll fight 15!"
"Make it 20!"
The two's bickering almost made the crowd below burst into laughter.
Mayweather just smiled faintly and said, "Arrange matches for the two of them."
The manager didn't dare disobey. He stopped the bodyguards and said, "Since you want to fight, get up there. I assume you know the rules?"
"I don't. But kicking them in the nuts isn't a foul, right?" Denji asked.
"The Great Me doesn't care about rules!"
"Which of you is going first?"
"Me!" Power shouted.
The manager gave a look, and the referee inside the octagonal cage immediately opened the door.
Power swaggered in with a highly exaggerated gait.
"Find someone else to be her opponent. I'm afraid I'll accidentally break every bone in her body," Senna said.
"That's exactly what I wanted to say!" Power retorted.
"Senna, put on a good show and make her hurt. I enjoy the thrill of watching the weak being abused," Mayweather called out from the second floor.
Hearing Mayweather speak, Senna, who had originally intended to spare Power, instantly developed murderous intent. The men surrounding the cage all revealed sinister smiles, highly anticipating the scene of Senna torturing the girl.
Power's appearance had even piqued the interest of the wealthy patrons on the second and third floors. Everyone was looking forward to the upcoming match.
"Don't be afraid. I will treat you very gently," Senna said with a sinister, lecherous grin. He wasn't in a hurry to kill her; he wanted to play with his food first.
"Are you that guy called Mayweather?"
"I am not."
"If you aren't, then get the hell down! I want to fight Mayweather so I can go home and eat salmon!"
"Heh, wanting to fight the Boxing King right off the bat. Little girl, you—"
Before Senna could finish his sentence, the wind from Power's fist hit his face. Her punch slammed squarely into his jaw.
Senna lost his footing and stumbled backward, falling onto the mat.
However, he wasn't knocked out. He quickly got up to create distance, touching his bleeding nose with a look of absolute bewilderment.
The surrounding audience was even more surprised. No one expected an opening like this. Senna taking a hit while the unfavored Power gained the upper hand?
"Damn it, you've pissed me off now." Senna was no longer taking this lightly. He quickly moved toward Power.
Power stood completely still in her original spot. Only when the distance between them was close enough did she throw another punch.
This punch landed directly on Senna's nose again.
She followed it up with a low sweeping kick. Senna lost his center of gravity and crashed to the floor.
Power quickly followed up, raining heavy blows down on Senna's face.
Only when the referee pulled her away was Senna saved. But by then, his face was covered in blood, and he had already passed out.
"The winner is the girl!"
The referee raised Power's hand high.
But he was immediately met with a punch from Power that laid him out on the floor. She pointed at him and said, "The Great Me is called Power, not 'girl'!"
Power's actions caused the surrounding crowd to erupt in laughter. At the same time, it drew the serious attention of the wealthy patrons on the upper floors. They began discussing and sharing their opinions with each other.
Only Mayweather looked extremely displeased because he hadn't seen the scene he wanted to see most.
"Hurry up and bring out the next one!" Power roared.
"Who will step up next?"
The crowd, which had been so rowdy just moments ago, suddenly went quiet. Not a single person dared to raise their hand.
"I'll do it."
A wretched-looking man stepped into the ring from the crowd. Since the previous match was so dramatic, the wretched man didn't believe Power truly had that kind of strength. He wanted to test his luck.
But within less than 10 seconds of entering the ring, his nose was broken, and he was laid out on the floor.
This battle further verified Power's strength. Even fewer people dared to step up to challenge her.
"Whoever can knock her down, I'll give them $100,000 on the spot!" Mayweather suddenly shouted.
Under the temptation of such a massive sum of money, people began stepping into the ring one after another.
But the results were exactly the same.
After knocking down five people, the referee had Power step down and wait.
Denji stepped into the ring.
Not knowing his strength, significantly more people stepped up to challenge Denji than Power.
In battle, Denji's practical combat ability was clearly inferior to Power's.
Because Power was a fiend. Her base stats were far higher than Denji's. Even if she jumped straight off an 8-story building, she would emerge completely unscathed. Unless Denji transformed into Chainsaw Man, he couldn't surpass her physically.
Although Denji managed to win against his first three opponents using his signature nut-kicking technique, the fourth challenger saw through the trick, countered it, and knocked Denji to the mat.
"You're not good enough," Power said with a victor's posture as Denji stepped out of the ring.
"That's only because I can't transform! Otherwise, no one could beat me!" Denji shouted unhappily. Even when facing Kishibe, Denji hadn't used his transformation because its destructive power was simply too immense.
"Next, is there anyone else who wishes to challenge Power?"
The referee asked around the room. Seeing that no one stepped up, he directly declared Power the winner. She had now earned the right to challenge the Boxing King.
"Hurry up and tell Mayweather to bring my money out!" Power yelled from the center of the ring.
By this time, Mayweather was no longer standing on the second-floor balcony. When he reappeared, he was surrounded by four bodyguards, slowly making his way toward the ring.
"He's coming."
"This is going to be good."
"I wonder if the undefeated Boxing King with a 50-win streak will actually lose to this girl."
"Impossible. Although that girl is strong, Mayweather's strength is on another level."
"Place your bets! Boxing King vs. Power, 1 to 20!"
"I bet 10,000 on the Boxing King!"
"I bet 50,000 on the Boxing King!"
"I bet 50 on the Boxing King!"
"Minimum bet is $100!"
"I bet 20 million on Power."
Arata's voice from the back of the crowd stunned everyone.
No one expected Arata to actually have over 20 million. His high-profile action even caught the attention of the wealthy patrons on the upper floors.
Spending 20 million to bet on a girl with low odds of winning. Was Arata a fool with too much money, or did he just have so much money it made him look foolish?
"He's that rich?!"
"Are you sure you want to bet over 20 million on the girl?"
"That's right. I'm betting 20 million Yen."
"Tch!"
The moment the crowd heard it was in Yen, they instantly lost interest and stopped paying attention to Arata.
With the bets placed, Mayweather took off his jacket and entered the ring.
Standing at 190 cm tall, with skin so dark it shone and muscles chiseled like a Greek sculpture. Just looking at him gave off an immense sense of oppression.
"You should get down now. Mayweather is not some second-rate boxer," a man kindly advised Power.
"The Great Me isn't afraid of any human."
Just as Power turned her back to the crowd to boast...
Mayweather suddenly delivered a vicious kick aimed straight at Power's waist.
Whoosh!!
The crowd gasped, entirely unexpected that the Boxing King would launch a sudden sneak attack.
But Power had, after all, undergone the devilish training of the strongest Devil Hunter.
She swiftly sidestepped to the side, dodging the attack perfectly.
"Humans are despicable as expected."
"Don't you know the rules? As long as both fighters are standing inside the ring, the match has already begun," Mayweather smiled, his teeth seemingly the only white thing on his body.
"The Great Me doesn't understand your rules. I only know that knocking you down means I get $1 million!"
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