Grade A Fugitive

"Ha-ha, I knew the Red Side would win. After all, this guy has such an advantage in height and reach."

Before long, amid the gamblers' cheers, another fighter was killed, and the match came to an end.

The gamblers cheered for the victor, while the loser's corpse was dragged out of the octagonal cage like a dead dog, leaving a glaring trail of blood across the floor.

Suren watched the scene before him without changing expression.

As the corpse passed in front of him, no one noticed the cloud of "gray mist" being devoured by him.

"Obtained two Memory Fragments of Watt Smith."

"You obtained the information: 'I really don't want to be enslaved by people anymore. I want to fight in these damn underground boxing matches.'"

"You mastered Ground Technique: Armbar. Combat Experience +2."

"Mental Power +0.05."

As Suren digested the Memory Fragments he had just obtained, a sharp glint flashed through his eyes, and he was slightly surprised. I actually grasped a combat skill directly?

This was the first time the Death Reaper had extracted a complete skill.

Did that mean he also had a chance of directly extracting complete Alchemy and spell skills?

At that moment, Suren suddenly felt that this pleasant surprise had come too suddenly.

Although he couldn't extract useful skills from the souls of the dead every time, there were plenty of corpses here!

There were seven or eight death matches like this every night, which meant more than two hundred corpses a month.

Moreover, fighters were practical experts proficient in combat skills, so there was a high chance of extracting combat skills from them!

Compared to risking his life to kill several enemies, collecting Memory Fragments this way was far too easy.

He only needed to stay by the Gladiatorial Arena and watch the matches. There was practically no risk.

If he could lie low for a few months, Suren felt that his combat strength would undergo a qualitative leap!

Of course, that depended on whether he could live long enough in a gang where people tended to die young.

On his first day on the job, Suren suddenly found himself liking this gangster identity.

After one match, there wasn't much time to rest before the next began.

Suren's attention was entirely focused on the corpses. He hadn't expected the betting girl in hot pants from earlier to come over again with a bright smile.

She handed over the tray and smiled seductively. "Hey, sir, congratulations on guessing correctly. Would you like me to place a bet for you on the next match? Tonight's final main event features a genuine 'Professional.'"

"Would a Professional participate in this kind of death match?"

Suren's gaze paused slightly. He wasn't particularly pleased about winning money. After factoring in the odds, he had probably won a little over a thousand Liso.

What truly surprised him was that an actual Professional would participate in this kind of death match.

As far as he was concerned, those Professionals who possessed wondrous supernatural powers could do anything else. Why come here to earn money with their lives?

Seeing that Suren seemed interested, the betting girl asked again, "Sir, which one are you favoring? Would you like me to place a bet for you?"

As she spoke, she had already pressed her entire body against Suren. Like a kitten, she even rubbed herself against him.

Suren naturally understood that this wasn't a romantic encounter but a tactful request for a tip.

He wasn't stingy. He took out two green one-hundred-Liso bills and tucked them into the girl's bodice.

That was what a normal gambler was supposed to do.

"Thank you, boss."

The girl felt a tingling sensation in her chest. Not only did she not feel taken advantage of, she smiled even more seductively.

Suren's hand didn't linger. He took out several more stacks of bills and said, "I'll bet on the Red Side for the next few matches, a thousand on each."

"You've got such a good eye, boss. I also think the Red Side has a better chance of winning tonight~"

The girl filled out the betting card, blew him a flirtatious kiss, and left with a swaying stride.

The life-and-death matches in the octagonal cage continued in full swing, and Suren carefully observed every battle.

Besides extracting soul fragments, he was also seriously studying this world's combat techniques.

Although these gladiators weren't Professionals, their physical abilities far surpassed those of humans on Earth, and their fighting styles and techniques were vastly different from what Suren had known.

To conceal the purpose and actions behind his collection, he pretended to be a normal gambler. He cheered for the side he had bet on, grew excited when he won, and lamented when he lost.

On his first day joining the gang, he had encountered such a relaxed environment. His instincts told him that a pair of eyes seemed to be watching him from time to time.

The original owner's identity was problematic, and he didn't want to attract too much attention.

And in fact, that was exactly what was happening.

While Suren and the other newcomers were spending money at various entertainment venues, Captain Kai, who was playing cards with several veterans, received a report from his subordinate.

"What are the newcomers doing now?"

"That Suren guy has been gambling at the Gladiatorial Arena the whole time. The other three: Jigg went to a tavern, while Sapa and Andrew went to the 'Emperor's Bathhouse.'"

"Oh, got it."

Kai listened and responded expressionlessly before saying nothing more.

Sam, sitting opposite him, was also a longtime member who had followed Kai for years. He had no qualms about speaking his mind and asked curiously, "Captain, why did you have the brothers keep an eye on those newcomers?"

"Smoker Boss used to say that normal people had to indulge in at least one of eating, drinking, prostitution, gambling, or smoking. Those were basic human desires. Anyone who showed no desires either had ulterior motives, was extremely self-disciplined, or was a monster. No matter which, they couldn't become friends."

Kai continued playing the cards in his hand and explained indifferently, "I don't want a few people with ulterior motives sneaking into our team."

Suren discovered that his luck seemed pretty good. He won more than he lost in the matches he bet on and even made several thousand Liso.

Finally, the last main event began.

Before the match started, the rumble of an elevator echoed from beneath the arena. The wire cage of the octagonal ring was dismantled and lowered underground, and a huge transparent glass enclosure rose into place.

After this unusual commotion, the gamblers at the scene weren't surprised in the slightest. Instead, wave after wave of louder cheers erupted.

"Whoa! There's going to be a great show tonight!"

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Suren looked at the thick glass walls around the ring and found them somewhat familiar. Isn't this the Bulletproof Glass used at bank counters in my previous life? It looks even thicker, though.

The potbellied gambler beside him seemed to be a regular here. He muttered, "Tsk, tsk. I haven't seen this Bulletproof Glass raised in a long time. Looks like the two Professionals tonight are very powerful."

At that moment, the first contestant appeared.

It was a man being escorted onto the stage by several burly men with Mechanical Arms, looking like a prisoner.

Seeing this, Suren raised his brows slightly. "A dangerous character has arrived."

The moment this man appeared, the entire venue exploded.

"How is that possible? Why is it that guy?"

Someone among the gamblers recognized him and cried out in alarm, "Grade A Fugitive 'Shadow Scorpion' Aberk! This guy is a genuine Tier 2 Professional! How could he be in this match?"

The others also began whispering among themselves. Clearly, no one had expected tonight's match to be of such a high caliber.

"I heard that guy got into trouble in the Inner City and was captured by the 'Umbrella Organization.' I didn't expect it to be true."

"This match is going to be interesting. The number of lives this guy has taken is impossible to count. He acted recklessly for so many years without getting caught, so he must be quite capable."

"If 'Shadow Scorpion' Aberk is participating, who will his opponent be? Could it also be a Tier 2 Professional? Heh, now that would be rare. Tier 2 Professionals are top experts wherever they go, yet one was sent to the Gladiatorial Arena."

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Tier 2?

Listening to the gamblers' conversation beside him, Suren also found it hard to believe.

The Iron Cross Society was one of the three major gangs in Old Lindun, already a powerful large-scale supernatural organization. Yet even it had only a limited number of Tier 2 Professionals.

Even Captain Kai, who controlled three entire blocks, was merely a newly advanced Tier 1 Professional. He hadn't expected two of them to appear directly in tonight's death match, with one of them destined to die.

"How strong is a Tier 2 Professional, exactly?"

Suren's curiosity was stirred. He had no real concept of a Tier 2 Professional's combat strength.

Both "Iron Head" Ivan and "Silver-Arm" Dick, whom he had killed before, were Tier 1 Professionals. Yet they had been absurdly powerful to him. If not for a stroke of luck, a hundred Surens might not have been able to defeat them.

And now, two Tier 2 Professionals had appeared?

Doesn't that mean I'll be able to extract the soul of a Tier 2 Professional later?

Suren's surprise turned into anticipation. Before the match had even begun, he was already looking forward to seeing what he would obtain from the corpse.

After the cheers, the second contestant also took the stage.

He was a broad-shouldered, burly man in a suit, with a cold expression and a scar over his left eye. He looked like a cold stone.

His outfit was immaculate, and his hair, slicked with styling gel, gleamed brightly. Even after stepping onto the ring, he carried an air of superiority. He looked somewhat like the bodyguard of some Inner City big shot.

The host introduced the man's name. He was called "Red Demon" Golon!

A man who seemed to have no reputation at all in the Outer City.

However, the well-informed gamblers could always get their hands on some gossip.

After hearing this man's name, someone seemed to recognize his background.

"Eh? Could it be that man?"

"You know him?"

"Some time ago, I heard that the personal bodyguard of an Inner City big shot had secretly seduced that man's beautiful wife, and the scandal spread quite widely. Could this 'Red Demon' be the cuckolded husband?"

"It really might be. Otherwise, who would be willing to send a Tier 2 Professional into a death match? Most likely, he was sold to the casino, or perhaps the big shot who was cheated on sent him here personally."

"Tsk, tsk. Anyone who can serve as the personal bodyguard of an Inner City big shot is extremely powerful. I heard that those big shots have very high requirements when choosing bodyguards. They must at least possess a Grade C Talent, and they might even have awakened a rare Grade B Talent."

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Listening to the gossip beside him, Suren fell into thought.

But judging by appearances, "Shadow Scorpion" Aberk seemed to be slightly stronger.

"Clang!"

The bell rang, and the match began.

However, the opening alone was enough to open the eyes of Suren, the transmigrator!

P.S. Brothers, let's get some votes going. Votes are very important for a new book~

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