Personality named Disqualification in the World[Comprehensive]

——Underground fighting arena?

Although I don't know what it is, just by hearing the name, I know that it is definitely not an easy place.

Katsuki Bakugo tightened his hand holding the document, and instead of feeling the slightest fear, he parted his lips.

He has never been a person who is afraid of danger, let alone Dazai Osamu, as the teacher of Xiongying, he will definitely guarantee his safety.

The boy with light blonde afro hair followed Dazai Osamu's line of sight and saw a middle-aged man in a brown fur coat sitting there.

When the other party slowly raised his head and looked this way, Bakugo Katsuki noticed the scar on his face pointing directly to the cheekbones.

This man used to give people the impression that he was just an inconspicuous passerby, but now he exudes a dangerous aura all over his body.

It was like a beast that had taken off its camouflage and was staring at the intruder.

The other customers in the store also cast their gazes nonchalantly.

Two outsiders were in the center of their line of sight.

"..." Bakugo Katsuki didn't know how to react for a while.

"If I remember correctly, there is a very famous underground fighting arena at No. 38, Yujian Street, West District," Osamu Dazai said to the "guest" without realizing it.

The middle-aged man didn't speak, but just looked at Osamu Dazai with that kind of oppressive eyes.

Osamu Dazai strolled in front of the middle-aged man: "It is said that the entrances to underground fighting arenas are usually hidden. If you want to enter, you can only look for a 'guide'."

He didn't seem to feel the slightest pressure, and there was a bit of a smile between his words: "The characteristic of the guide is that there are three blue crosses tattooed on the back of his hand."

Hearing this, Bakugo Katsuki looked over, and the middle-aged man did have a blue tattoo on the back of his hand that was partly covered by his sleeve.

Osamu Dazai raised the corner of his mouth: "Can you lead the way? This... Mr. unknown guide?"

"..."

After a while, the middle-aged man put away his hostile attitude and stood up: "Of course."

He casually picked up the hat from the table and put it on his head.Keep the scars on your face in shadow.

The man's eyes paused on Katsuki Bakugo for a second, and then he looked at Osamu Dazai: "Do you have an invitation letter?"

"..."

Bakugo Katsuki watched Dazai Osamu hand over the phone, and then the expression of "the guide" suddenly became extremely shocked.

"It's actually an invitation from that gentleman—please forgive me for being unreasonable," the guide's attitude instantly became humble.

He made a "please" gesture, as if Osamu Dazai was some kind of distinguished guest.

"..."

Bakugo Katsuki thought about the problem in the previous class again.

What did Osamu Dazai do before?

//

Katsuki Bakugo followed Dazai Osamu and the "guide", through the dark corridor, and finally arrived at the legendary "underground fighting arena" after waiting for nearly 10 minutes.

The three of them stopped in front of the door, the lights dimmed.

"There is a fighting field ahead, I wish you a good time." It seemed that bringing people here was considered as completing the task, and the guide retreated after finishing speaking.

"..." Bakugo Katsuki glanced at the closed high door in front of him, and turned his gaze to Osamu Dazai.

"Let's go," the young man pushed open the door and walked in, followed by Bakugo Katsuki.

After entering the fighting arena, the field of vision instantly brightened.

What is presented in front of you is a magnificent circular building like the medieval Roman Colosseum.

Katsuki Bakugo and Osamu Dazai are at the top.

Right in front is the counter responsible for welcoming the spectators, while on both sides are the viewing areas with fences.

The arena exudes a sense of luxury from the decoration to the design.Under the bright lights, those gorgeous crystal decorations sparkled and dazzled.

Just looking at this scene, it is hard to think that this will be an underground building.

Standing on the edge of the fence and looking down, there are auditoriums on each floor. Well-dressed spectators wearing masks and holding goblets gathered in twos and threes to chat.

At the very bottom is a circular arena - this is where the battle takes place.

The contestants sign a contract with the fighting arena to end the match. After the battle begins, life or death will be ignored. The person who wins in the end will get a large reward.

And the spectators spend a lot of money here.

Bakugo Katsuki lowered his head, looked at the people fighting on the arena, and couldn't help frowning.

People who have not obtained a license to use their personalities should not be allowed to use their personalities, but these two people are using their personalities to fight.

Such fighting is undoubtedly illegal.

To take part in this kind of battle even at the cost of your life...

Bakugo Katsuki looked at the people gathered in twos and threes in the distance with disgust: "Is it to make money from this group of garbage?"

He can probably also guess the way the business is done here, setting up a gambling game and exchanging violence for money.

"That's just one aspect," Osamu Dazai said as he walked, "Some people come here purely to make money, and some people come here for other things."

"If you can show your strength here, it is very likely that you will be selected by a big shot as a bodyguard—after all, the price here is much cheaper than hiring a professional hero."

"..."

"There are still many people who simply come to experience the thrill of fighting - after all, the use of personalities is prohibited outside."

"There are various reasons, and the identities of the contestants are also different," Dazai Osamu put his hands in his pockets, and said in a joking tone, "I heard that there were professional heroes who came here to participate in the competition before."

Professional hero?

"—by the way, put this on."

Before Bakugo Katsuki could speak, Osamu Dazai slapped something on his face.

It was only after the boy struggled to take it off that he realized it was a mask.

The pink bunny shape made Bakugo Katsuki feel a chill: "What are you doing!"

He stared at Osamu Dazai fiercely.

"This is an illegal fighting arena. You are a student of Xiongying. If you are seen by others, you will have a headache." Illegal Fighting Arena' news?"

——Then you are Xiongying’s teacher, won’t you have a headache if people see you? !

Bakugo Katsuki dared to bet that Osamu Dazai did it on purpose just now, but what the other party said was indeed reasonable, so he could only throw the rabbit mask to Osamu Dazai angrily, and then took a flaming one from the shelf next to him.

//

Although he didn't wear a combat uniform at the sports festival, in order to avoid trouble in the future, Bakugo Katsuki changed into a shirt and trousers with the help of the waiter.

The boy in a white shirt was tall and straight, with a mask of teeth and claws on his face.It looks domineering.

Katsuki Bakugo returned to the starting position, and Osamu Dazai was leaning against the fence.

The cold white light was projected through the fragmented crystal pendants, giving the young man's side face a cold feeling.

The battle on the arena was going on fiercely, and the performance of both sides won the applause of the audience.

But Osamu Dazai still just stood there, his eyes didn't know where to look.It seems that the whole person is separated from the world.

The boy's footsteps paused.

"My guest, do you need any help?" Seeing that he was standing there without moving, the waitress hurried forward to ask.

"Nothing," Bakugo Katsuki refused.

Hearing the sound from here, Osamu Dazai turned his head. He looked at the mask on Katsuki Bakugo's face, and made a fairly pertinent evaluation: "It's not as cute as before."

Bao Hao wins his anger: "If you mention Lao Tzu again, I will kill you!"

As they talked, the audience finally decided the winner.

The host loudly announced the result: "Congratulations to player Mighty for winning five consecutive victories!"

Bakugo Katsuki glanced at the audience before noticing that the winner was a kid who looked to be only eleven or twelve years old.

The stands in the arena cheered, applauding the young winner.

"It's almost time." Osamu Dazai glanced at the clock on the side, "Do you want to experience it?"

Bakugo Katsuki suspected that he heard it wrong: "Huh?!"

"To experience it" means to go to the next game?

The identity is already sensitive enough, so you will definitely be recognized in the next game, okay?

"Not here—"

Just as Osamu Dazai was talking, a man in a suit and leather shoes came over and stopped in front of Osamu Dazai.

He bowed cautiously, and said to Osamu Dazai: "Excuse me, are you Mr. Dazai? I am the person in charge here..."

The man's respectful gesture made Bakugo Katsuki frowned unobtrusively.

Dazai Osamu did not reply directly, but as if he suddenly thought of a solution to the trouble, he pushed Bakugo Katsuki in front of the man who claimed to be in charge: "Can I trouble you to arrange a few fighting training sessions for him?"

The man didn't react for a while, and after two or three seconds he said hastily: "Since it's your order, of course it's fine."

After he finished speaking, he immediately greeted two waitresses from the side.

After Katsuki Bakugo was taken away, the person in charge looked at Osamu Dazai again.

After saluting respectfully, he said, "Mr. Zhizaki is welcome."