Underground King of Fists

I wandered aimlessly down the street, and soon came across a lively place: the Adventurer's Bar.

Bars in Piltover are usually small shops, but this Adventurer's Bar is like a bustling market.

Besides the regular alcohol business, this place also features a variety of entertainment including gambling, singing and dancing, martial arts, and acrobatics, attracting many visitors.

I'm not interested in other shows, only combat sports are worth watching; you might encounter some skilled fighters.

Squeezing through the noisy crowd, I saw two muscular men fighting in the ring. One had his face painted green and the other red; I couldn't tell if it was their personal style or the rules of the fighting arena.

The fight between the two was extremely bloody; they did everything in their power to kill each other. Their bare upper bodies were covered in bloodstains and bruises, and their fingernails were filled with a mixture of mud and blood.

However, they were both physically strong, and no matter how intense the fight was, they couldn't kill each other with their bare hands.

After expending considerable energy, the two drew their weapons:

The green-faced man held a metal whip, while the red-faced man wielded a bloodstained axe; they seemed determined to kill each other!

"Kid, if you're willing to kneel down and apologize now, I might consider sparing your life," the green-faced man said.

"Stop showing off, Skin Peeler! Haven't you realized you can't beat me? I'm younger and have a physical advantage!" the red-faced man retorted defiantly.

"Since you're willing to answer God of Death's call, then I'll lend you a hand!"

"Come on, take this!"

The two argued and started fighting again. At first, their fistfight was evenly matched, but once they used weapons, it was a completely different story.

The green-faced burly man wielded the whip skillfully, continuously slashing the red-faced man's body with the whip blade, quickly turning his entire body red.

The red-faced man swung his axe anxiously but couldn't hit his opponent; despite his immense strength, he could only strike at thin air.

The fight gradually became one-sided, with people screaming and moving towards the fighting ring; some were even wounded by the whip but still roaring.

Kill him!

Kill him!

Amidst the shouts of the crowd, the green-faced man lashed out with his whip, wrapped it around the red-faced man's neck, and with a sudden jerk, the man's head fell to the ground!

As blood splattered everywhere, the screams grew even more frantic, completely oblivious to the corpse lying nearby.

Just as Redface died, he swung the axe, hitting a spectator squarely in the face.

After killing Red Face, Green Face didn't stop. Instead, he used the sharp blade at the tip of his whip to rip open Red Face's stomach and even bit into his intestines!

What a bunch of barbarians!

There is no doubt that they are of no help to me, and there is no need for us to even communicate.

I turned to leave, but found I couldn't move at all. It was so hard to squeeze in, but it was incredibly difficult to get out!

Especially since a large number of people surrounded them from the outer layer, like a pack of wild beasts that had smelled blood and were ready to fight to the death.

Just as they were caught in this dilemma, another disturbance broke out on the field. The green-faced, burly man got into an argument with another man who was relatively thinner.

"I earned all this money, why should I only get this little bit?"

"You're making money in my establishment, and you still complain it's not enough? If you're not satisfied, you can leave."

"When did the Adventurer's Bar's fighting arena become your territory? Is Sett's name even on it?"

"Oh? You want to defy me?"

"You've ruled this place long enough; it's time to step down and give it to me, the Skin Peeler Pulam!"

"Okay, but you have to peel my skin off first."

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"No problem!"

This green-faced man Pulam. Although he is ruthless, he is just an unknown nobody.

However, this guy named Sett caught my attention because the name is recorded in the Hextech Registry:

Sett, Vastaya and Noxus hybrid, dominated the underground fighting arena in his youth with his Iron Fist, and his martial arts skills came from the Ionia Shu Ji Sect.

Solution: Shadow Strike, psychic summoning.

Spirit Summoning is a more ferocious skill than the Shuoji Fist, essentially using violence to combat violence, but I can't do it.

Shadow Strike is a technique that involves attacking from behind; this can be achieved through a database.

But why should I think about this? I'm not going to fight him.

After briefly glancing at Sett's information, he had already begun fighting Pulam.

His big Riot Games covered in Knuckle Dusters certainly looked fierce, but his movements seemed stiff, as if he hadn't fought in a long time.

Pulam brandished his whip and mocked him, "Hahaha... Look at what you've become! You still dare to call yourself the boss here?"

Sett remained silent, his gaze fixed on him with a cold intensity, seemingly oblivious to the blood and gore on his arms and thighs.

It must be said that Pulam's whip technique is indeed quite sharp; he can completely shield himself from the enemy's attack range and always maintain the initiative.

Soon he found another opportunity and, as if he had killed Redface, lashed the whip across Sett's neck, a triumphant gleam in his eyes.

The audience fell silent instantly, their eyes glued to what was about to happen.

I thought Sett was definitely going to die; he had no way to escape in this situation.

In fact, he didn't dodge; instead, he reached out and grabbed the whip!

Pulam was taken aback. He tried to pull it back several times but failed. Instead, Sett pulled him over and punched him hard in the face.

That guy was really daring; if Pulam had been any stronger, his fingers would have been sliced off with the whip.

That punch was just the beginning. Once they were close, Sett's Riot Games rained down on Pulam's face, smashing his eyes and nose beyond recognition.

He lay on the ground, barely alive, the whip no longer in his hand. "You... you actually killed me... I was your cash cow!"

"But this money tree now wants to use its owner's blood as fertilizer. What do you think I should do?"

Pulam did not answer, for he was already dead.

The crowd erupted in noise again, and the chants of "King of Fists" echoed throughout the hall...

Sett didn't care about the glory; he simply ordered his men to collect the money he had earned and then left the fighting ring.

People didn't give chase because the next battle was about to begin.

I seized the opportunity to rush out of the crowd with him, and we were finally free.

As soon as we reached a slightly more spacious area, Sett suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at me:

"You're a stranger. What are you doing here?"

"I initially just wanted to join in the fun, but I got so crowded I couldn't move."

"Answer my question, what are you doing here?" Sett asked me seriously.

"Oh? You know I came here for something?"

"Of course, the aura around you is restless, and your power is immense."

"Actually, I'm here to escape from war. Do you know any skilled craftsmen here?"

"As long as they're not here to cause trouble, let's go, we can talk over a drink."