The atmosphere inside the Hairy Bear Tavern grew hotter and hotter under the host's vigorous hype. More and more people gathered to watch, eagerly anticipating the visceral thrill of this uneven fight—fists landing on flesh, blood spraying everywhere.
"The odds on you winning are one to five now!" When the ticket clerk saw that it was the little-chicken fighter asking, he grinned broadly with malicious delight.
But Victor smiled even more happily upon hearing the answer. He said directly to the girl, "Angoulême, place a bet for me. One hundred Orens on myself." Those were pretty good odds—enough to make up for some of his losses.
As she was about to take out the money, she caught sight of Victor removing his iron-plated leather armor while pulling out two bottles of potion from his herb pouch and drinking them.
She immediately remembered that she still had some pocket money and promptly changed her request to the bookie. "Make it one hundred and fifty Orens."
Having finally finished introducing the Ultimate Killing King, the host began introducing the other fighter. "And the one challenging the Ultimate Killing King today is..." At that point, he took the slip of paper handed over by his assistant—the one Victor had just written. After reading it, his expression turned strange, but he still read the words aloud. "The fist of the Eastern Star, the Dragon of Bell Town!"
As the host drew out the words "Dragon of Bell Town," Victor tore away the last of his linen shirt with a sharp rip! Revealing a lean, solid physique and battle-hardened muscles—the sturdy foundation that had allowed him to face three opponents at once, even five, without ever yielding.
The feverish atmosphere of bare-chested men beating each other up gave Victor an amusing thought. *Maybe next time,