What? ! the Girls Who Like Me Have Increased Again?

Completely ignoring the opening that the referee repeated countless times, Fujiwara Oboro was also thinking quite bored in his heart.

Although I am in "Purgatory", I don't have any secondary or dark thoughts.

He's just normal, treating the game here like a combat sport.

A slightly more intense and more profitable sport than boxing and MMA.

Although it is a fighting group, the rules of Purgatory are much more "gentle" than other groups.

Here, the party who kills will be sentenced to lose.

Of course, there will be no bonus.

This gentle approach has largely guaranteed the safety of the players.

But other than killing people, other means such as inserting eyes and flirting are not strictly prohibited.

In terms of intensity, it is still much higher than the fighting groups in the watch world.

Purgatory has achieved a delicate balance between the outside and the inside.

Add to that its premium perks that are second to none...

That's why it has become one of the most popular underground competitions in Neon in just over ten years since its establishment.

In the center of the arena, a curly-haired man with big sunglasses chattered endlessly, introducing the players of both sides to the audience.

"Dong, since his debut, he has come to this point with overwhelming strength, the new supernova of Purgatory, player Fujiwara Oboroya!"

"Xi, the fist smasher of the British Empire, everyone's old acquaintance... Domi!"

"This competition is a promotion competition, and the winner will be directly promoted to Class B."

"Which side will win and the 1 million yuan bonus?!"

……

The curly-haired middle-aged man kept saying such nonsense to enhance the atmosphere.

"Isn't it probably less than 100 million U.S. dollars in conversion? If you have to say [-] million..."

Fujiwara Oboro also raised his eyebrows, thinking helplessly.

But in fact, this amount of money is already a lot for a C-level event.

Under normal circumstances, if it's just a B-level promotion match, it's only about 20 to 50 US dollars.

The bonus is usually not as much as this time.

The winner takes all rule is followed almost everywhere.

The top fighters of Purgatory A-level and B-level naturally enjoyed most of the resources of this fighting group.

The reason why the amount is so high this time is because...

"Yoya-chan, come on—"

"So handsome!"

"Mom loves you..."

……

The last one can be ignored.

In short, there are definitely not only men in the audience.

A rich woman who likes to keep a pretty face, a rich lady who is looking for excitement...

That's right, the reason why the amount is so high is because he is handsome.

A considerable number of female audiences like to see him play.

After all, the "Purgatory" game is just a sport.

Players with good looks like Yuzuru Hanyu will be more able to attract the attention of the audience no matter what sport they are in.

With his contribution, to be honest, the appearance fee can even be said to be less.

For teenagers, this is really not a very good answer.

"These people..."

Silently clenched his fists, his expression became distorted.

Fujiwara Hakuya is not an idol, so he doesn't need to play fan economy.

What these people did would cause him to be looked down upon instead.

The people who can come here are at least the people with small assets.

As far as he knew, there were often riches from financial groups or wives who came to this venue to seek excitement.

He doesn't want to provoke unnecessary things for the time being, so he can only endure the noise for a while.

The thoughts in my mind are fleeting.

"call……"

Turn your gaze to the British uncle with a mustache who looks about 30 years old.

This time, the opponents were much "petite" compared to those big men who were often two meters tall.

It seems to be around 1 meters, the same as Kazuya, which is lower than the average line of Purgatory.

But this guy's strength far exceeds those scumbags.

With the abnormally developed upper limbs, one can see the power contained in those fists at a glance.

The British gentleman named Domi has already reached the level of a B-level median.

It's just that his luck is generally recognized as bad, so he always fails to advance.

"Well, sure enough, this guy is very unlucky—"

Watching that he finally made it to the promotion match again, but in the end he ran into his own bad luck.

Fujiwara hazy also couldn't help expressing sympathy for the other party.

It seemed that he had sensed his thoughts.

"Don't underestimate me, Fujiwara."

The uncle with a moustache had already set his posture in advance, and said to him imposingly.

"I am different from the opponents you met before..."

"This time, no matter what, I'm going to be promoted to B-rank—"

The British uncle spoke in poor Japanese, which was difficult for people to understand.

"I will do my best, let's work together."

Fujiwara Hakuya smiled and replied in fluent English.

beside the two.

The referee, wearing big sunglasses, finally finished his boring opening remarks.

"Game start--"

Facing an opponent of this level, there is no need to hesitate or test.

Almost at the moment when the referee's voice just fell.

Breaking through the shackles of gravity, a certain figure launched a sudden attack like lightning.

The fist seemed to be integrated with the opponent's body, sinking deeply into the iron-like abdominal muscles of the British gentleman.

In an instant, he broke through the opponent's solid defense, sending the pain deep into the peritoneum.

"?!"

The facial features are deeply twisted together.

Before the Fist Crusher of the British Empire could react, he was completely defeated by his opponent in the field he was best at.

The unbelievably high-speed fist that continuously trains the parts, causing him huge damage with just one blow.

There was also commotion in the auditorium.

The big screen above the arena slowly played the movements of the two in slow motion.

"What, what happened just now?"

"It seems to have rushed over in an instant, the speed is too fast——"

"It's not clear at all, which one is faster, that guy or Maydale?"

Some people even began to compare the boy's performance with the A-level guys who are known for their speed.

on the field.

"Damn, what a heavy...fist..."

Kneeling on the ground, the British uncle struggled to stand up.

He has repeatedly fallen in the promotion competition, and his desire for victory is not usually strong.

But the strength will not change suddenly according to his will.

After seeing his performance, the boy silently put away his posture and watched him quietly.

Didn't deliberately make a heavy hand.

I also didn't see the opponent fall to the ground, and went to make up for it a few more times.

Although the so-called inner world gives people a very dark feeling.

But after all, we are not enemies.

It is normal for each other to win or lose because of the competition.

Maybe we can become friends after the game.

This man who came across the ocean from England failed to stand up after all.

"The match is over, and the one who has been promoted to B rank is Fujiwara!!"