--My Lady~ behold the victory~

Soreni while bowing to Sona who had a slight smile on her face, had just taken Kiba out of the game, even if Asia healed him he's in no condition to play Burnouts with the rest.

--Well done but there's still a game of Dogged Ball to win.

---If it is your wish, I will remove the obstacles one by one, My Fair Lady~

Snapping my neck six tentacles emerged from my back imitating a certain one-eyed ghoul king and I headed for the court.

--Kaicho is sure that's not cheating~

The petite pawn Nimura Ruruko said as she trembled at her partner's terrifying appearance.

--Don't worry Ruruko-chan~

The auburn-haired knight Tomoe Meguri entered calming her junior as she looked at the back of the Sitri Tower with burning and hungry eyes.

--Souji is holding back, Angels how strong is that guy... Yura-chan, did that guy use the authority of the tower?

The Knight asked the other Tower present in her group.

"No the bastard didn't...

The tall and athletic girl with short bluish hair grunted with annoyance with a frown, for her her strength was her pride, being unattractive and even she admitted that she was unladylike and somewhat stupid, her strength and skill in fighting was what she loved. gave away his identity and place in his life as a devil, now this handsome boy has directly subverted his definitions of strength.

--He's only a few weeks old as a demon...how can Kaicho be so strong?

The small Pawn asked trembling while Genshiro Saji remained silent.

"He was already strong to begin with, Ruruko-chan...unlike us, he was born strong and trained accordingly, a decade of sword training is no mean feat."

The silver-haired bishop, Mono Hankai, comforted .

--Momo.san is right Ruruko-chan, Souji-kun is a monster from birth so don't worry about him~

Added Toujou Kusaka the bishop with brown hair and pigtails while looking at the tower who for some reason was juggling the balls using only the appendages that grew from her back.

After a few minutes the Sitri nobility reached a consensus, "Let's ignore the Mad Monster as we are too weak to matter" on the other hand the Gremory had mixed emotions at the presence and display of the Mad Monster itself.

***

Gremory side.

--Oh shit...

Hyoudou Iseei muttered as he watched his brother walk back onto the court holding a ball in his hands as well as several others on the tentacle-like appendages that protruded from his lower back.

-- Ara~Ara... I think this game got a little complicated Buncho ?

I comment on the traditional beauty of Himejima Akeno

--Souji-onii-sama?

The little ex-saint who was still tending the blond knight's wounds uttered doubtfully.

For her part, only the small tower Gremory Tohjou Koneko stepped forward and stood in front of the monster who had started to juggle.

--Koneko-chan!

Guided by surprise and her maternal instincts or simply her delusions, Rias Gremory led her peerage into battle.

***

Sadly, fate is a cruel lover and excessive power is no match for luck and cannon.

Hyoudou Souji was eliminated by a stroke of luck from the ex-saint, leaving only his mistress Sona Sitri against Rias Gremory, which she won by using the power of destruction and directly destroying Sona's magic before it wore off. form and hit it with the balo in that interval. Thus gaining the right to reserve with the Master of Trainers.

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--Well, My Lady~ I say goodbye~ I have an appointment~

*pat*pat*

Patting his fallen mistress on the back, the black-haired man plunged into the shadows and left the stage.

***

Building Under Construction – Neighboring Town – Clandestine Combat Arena

--Souji-kyun~... where have you been?

A woman dressed in a neat and elegant black suit with a tight pencil skirt contrasting with her long black-green hair and sharp shark-like teeth latched on to my neck while purposely pressing her big plump breasts against my back.

--School, Club, Dojo, Family~ I have a Stubborn life-san...

I rocked the wild beauty Testarosa Monet, is she my bookie or manager in the underworld of underground fights, or rather my Sugar Sister? She gets me opponents (Victims/Money) as well as some mutual sexual release, we're sort of a contractual relationship with unethical and morally questionable fringe benefits but nobody's perfect in the world.

--You know that you are my lucky star Souji-kyun that and that your beautiful Headstrong-onee-chan~* Needs to pay the mortgage on her new house~

Monet said giving me a small peck on the cheek, both of us flagrantly ignoring all the attention we were receiving. She's a narcissistic organ dealer and illegal doctor and I'm one of the strongest fighters in the area so no one is crazy enough to mess with us.

--Did you finally buy this ultra-expensive apartment?

--Yes and here's a copy, your onee-chan~* It's always available for my cute Souji-chan~*

---Thank you~ but I have to tell you something important and maybe... You don't like it?

At my words, Monet released me before standing in front of me and bringing his face closer to me, he whispered hatefully in my ear.

"You got a girl pregnant and you're going to leave me?"

I could only shake my head at this MataSanos, before stealing a quick kiss from her lips.

--First, do you think I'm an idiot? I use a condom even when I'm drunk... Second, you'd be the most likely to get someone pregnant Monet-chan~

Monet blushed before sticking one of his hands into my pants and holding onto my tools.

"So this bad boy here is mine~?"

--For a limited time, if you buy now you will have a deluxe Souji for three full days, with meals, baths and massages included~

--All inclusive... Will you also clean and do laundry?

--Of course, why not?

I shrugged accepting her request, to which she responded by caressing the goods in her hands which are now at her disposal.

"Okay, today's fight is boring, so go over there and put on a show and then we'll move on to my new apartment."

--Sounds good~ talk to the referee~ those two wimps against me~ I have 500 thousand yen as a prize, by the way don't forget to bet these 50 thousand in my favor.

I took a wad of bills from my jacket and gave them to my beautiful and violent friend.

--Sure Honey~*

Kissing goodbye, Monet ran on his high heels towards the referee while I calmly walked to the arena or rather to the half-empty concrete pit that served as the arena, there two shirtless muscular guys in tight shorts were fist fighting clean.

For my part, I only took off the black jacket and the white flannel that I was wearing before jumping into the pit.

(BGM: Im So Sorry – Imagine Dragons)

--LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! THE UNDEAD! AH ENTERED THE PIT! 500 THOUSAND YEN TO THE ONE WHO DEFEATS HIM! PLACE YOUR BETS! WHO WILL GO OUT? WILL IT BE THE BOUNTY HUNTER TROVES OBIRSON OR THE MARTIAL ARTIST YAM-HAN FROM CHINA?

The ringmaster gave a quick wave as he held up the money, making the two guys notice me immediately, they were an Australian Pretty Boy Boxer in his early thirties and a Yamcha-like guy even had the same scar.

"You brat, you're dead!"

--The money will be mine!

--Keep dreaming~ You morons~

--COUGHTY BRAT! X2

Both subjects charged me under a tacit understanding to which I responded with my own charge.

I planted my fist against the Aussie's face breaking his nose and knocking out some of his teeth, while Yamcha's lookalike launched a flying kick which I avoided by just tilting my head a little before punching him powerfully into the Gintamas.

--GIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA at it!

The cry of pain of that guy had no comparison, all the men including myself felt that pain but what does it matter, I took the convulsing Yamcha by the ankles and used him as a blunt weapon against the Australian who was still dazed from the blow and bleeding .

--Cheating!

--Welcome to the jungle Pretty Boy~

I hit him with Yamcha as if he were a sack of potatoes or a pillow, only this pillow was crying, bleeding and spitting foam at the mouth, on the other hand the public was euphoric, I am one of the youngest fighters but I am also one of the oldest brutal, most of those who know me or have heard of me give up before fighting but these two are new and here's the hazing.

I tossed Yamcha onto which coast before kicking out his chest with a front kick sending him flying backwards crashing into the wall before gravity claimed him as he jumped up and kicked his head with a perfect knee kicking him up one more time only to give him a combo of fists in the purest Street Fighter style.

--SOURYUKEN!!!

I ended the suffering of the Australian with a powerful Uppercut to the jaw which I finished removing the remaining teeth before breaking it, the teeth and blood flew through the air as the public went crazy and began to curse their luck.

By the way, Yamcha's plagiarized double has been unconscious in a corner for a while.

--WE HAVE A WINNER “THE UNDEAD”

I came out of the pit with my arms raised and my hands stained with blood as well as my face and chest, which did not prevent Monet from jumping into my arms and kissing me without shame or decency.

--You're my little money maker Souji-kyun~*

--Let's go to your apartment to chat at ease~

--Sounds like a plan~

We left the arena after collecting our money and headed to Monet's apartment.