Underground Boxing

Of the week off, aside from the one day Chiffon had to report to the Police Department, he still had six days left.

Chiffon planned to make good use of those six days. He needed money, and he needed to grow stronger. So where was the best place to go?

The black market!

Underground boxing!

That was right. Chiffon had decided to fight underground in the black market. Such lawless places gathered far too many capable and unusual people. If he went there, he could not only make money but also improve his Quirk. Why not?

Chiffon had turned down Sister Sakura's suggestion. He felt that he still could not live with Inoue Sakura. After all, they were not really siblings, and men and women should keep their distance.

Chiffon was like that with Inoue Sakura, but he would not be like that with his classmates. Every last one of them was so good-looking it was practically a crime against the nation. They were simply a disaster.

Because of heroes, most ordinary black markets had already shut down. Only a few black markets that dealt with both legal and illegal businesses could maintain a foothold in the underground market for so long.

The black market Chiffon wanted to find was that kind of place—deep-rooted and well-established.

But actually finding one was not easy. With a shoulder bag slung over his back, Chiffon wandered through streets and alleys, asking people who looked like loafers.

People like that generally knew more, but Chiffon sometimes misjudged them. The person he asked did not know anything at all.

"Excuse me."

"Get lost! Stop bothering me!" Before Chiffon could finish speaking, the blond-haired man in front of him cut him off and cursed at him.

"Well, well," Chiffon said, rubbing his hands together. "You refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!" As soon as he finished speaking, he lifted the man bodily and headed toward an empty alley.

"What are you doing?" The blond-haired man immediately got angry. What, he got physical just because he had been cursed at a couple of times?

But the next moment, he was shocked to discover that he could not move at all. It was as if some kind of airflow or something else had restrained him.

After entering the alley, Chiffon noticed a surveillance camera pointed in his direction. He raised a finger and flicked it to the side, and the camera immediately turned away, avoiding him.

"Tell me where around here I can fight underground." Chiffon set the blond-haired man down and asked amiably.

The blond kid had not committed any crime, so there was no need to beat him up just because he had cursed at Chiffon. It was like a dog biting you—would you bite it back?

Even if he wanted to earn Salvation Points, this was not how he should do it.

"Underground boxing?" The blond-haired man froze for a moment, then began thinking. Several minutes passed before he said, "I know a place where they hold underground fights, but it's extremely dangerous. You could die at any time."

"Oh?" Chiffon became interested the moment he heard that. He liked places like that. "Where is it?"

Seeing Chiffon's excitement, the blond-haired man suddenly felt alarmed. Could this guy be some kind of homicidal maniac? One look told him he was no good, and his Quirk was strange too. There was an eighty or ninety percent chance that was exactly what he was.

He immediately took out his phone and showed Chiffon the exact location.

After memorizing the location, Chiffon let the blond-haired man go. The spot on the map was in Shibuya, a fashionable district with an enormous flow of people.

Chiffon did not hesitate. He immediately bought a ticket to Shibuya. With his current strength, ordinary people were no match for him. He could even kill a basic Nomu—why would he fear a bunch of thugs?

Still, Chiffon did not let his guard down. Places like that were full of all kinds of people. There might really be experts present.

After arriving in Shibuya, Chiffon headed straight for the black market. About half an hour later, he arrived at the back entrance of a shopping mall. The rear entrance had a metal door that looked extremely sturdy, and two bald men in suits stood outside it, seemingly guarding the place.

"I want to fight underground." Chiffon walked over and said directly.

The two bald men looked at Chiffon in surprise. One of them said, "Kid, who told you there are underground fights here?"

"One of my friends hangs around in there often. He told me." Chiffon did not mind. Since even some random blond punk he had asked knew about this place, there naturally could not be a problem.

"Sorry, minors are not allowed inside. No introducer, no identification, no entry!" The bald man seemed to lose interest in Chiffon and stopped paying attention to him.

Chiffon frowned. Was it really this troublesome just to fight underground?

Left with no choice, Chiffon found a corner and took out the cloak he usually wore at night. Then he put on Ultraman Tiga's mask and returned to the two bald men.

"You are?" one of the bald men asked cautiously. People dressed like this generally had considerable backgrounds, and he did not dare offend one lightly.

"Can't you tell who I am?" Chiffon asked in a lowered voice.

The two men were stunned. They really could not tell who he was.

"We cannot. Please inform us of your identity, sir," the bald man said politely. They were cautious, but that did not mean they were afraid. Not just anyone dared provoke this underground black market. It had backing.

"Two incurable macho pigs." Chiffon snorted and said, "I am Legend of the Night."

"Legend of the Night?" The two men froze at first. Then one of the bald men suddenly remembered and cried out, "You're the Legend of the Night who only operates at night and punishes evil while upholding justice?"

They finally recognized me. Chiffon breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's right. It's me."

"But we must still ask you to show identification, because we cannot determine whether you are truly Legend of the Night," the bald man said expressionlessly. Inside, however, he was quite astonished. This was Legend of the Night. They had only heard of him and had never seen him in person.

Chiffon moved his fingers, and the two men suddenly floated into the air. "Do you believe me now?"

"We believe you, we believe you." The two men nodded repeatedly. Someone who could make them float in midair so effortlessly, with such an inconspicuous Quirk—if he was not Legend of the Night, then who was?

They knew about Legend of the Night's Quirk. It seemed to be some kind of invisible force. Some said it was a wind Quirk, some said it was airflow, and others said it was buoyancy. In any case, there were many versions of Legend of the Night's abilities, none of which had been confirmed.

After the two men opened the metal door, Chiffon walked inside. In the pitch-black underground passage, a dim red glow suddenly lit up along both walls. They were actually candles.

The passage had several hundred steps. When Chiffon reached the bottom, a huge red metal door blocked his path. Standing on either side of it were a crocodile-headed man and a dinosaur-headed man.

Wearing a black cloak, Chiffon said nothing and walked straight over. The two men also said nothing, voluntarily opening the door.

The instant the red metal door opened, Chiffon heard a tidal wave of sound rushing toward him. It was the deafening roar of a packed crowd. He saw all kinds of people gathered around a massive arena, brightly lit inside as if it were daytime.