Three Emperors, Seven Saints, Five Kings

"Unbelievable." After entering the black market, Chiffon looked around. The black market was beneath a shopping mall, and the mall itself was enormous, at least larger than a football field. If a few laser lights were installed overhead, Chiffon would have mistaken it for a high-end nightclub.

The place was divided into several areas: gambling, weapons and ammunition sales, and sex trades. But the most popular attraction was the arena matches, commonly known as underground boxing.

Most of the people here looked bizarre or dressed strangely. No matter how one looked at them, they all seemed like people with stories to tell.

Chiffon did not act rashly. He headed toward the center, where the underground boxing matches were held—the main venue of the entire black market.

"Hit him in the jaw!" someone shouted from the crowd.

Chiffon looked over and saw two men fighting inside an arena surrounded by iron fencing. Both were using their Quirks. Then, one of them was kicked and slammed into the iron fence. The next moment, his entire body convulsed, and he passed out.

Chiffon had long noticed the electric current running through the fence. It was probably meant to prevent people from escaping. The unconscious man lay limp on the ground, seemingly having lost consciousness. Then the crowd began to jeer. "Kill him! Kill him!"

Chiffon watched these people, who treated lives like weeds, with cold eyes. Anger rose in his heart. This truly was no good place. Death seemed to be an everyday occurrence here; whether one lived or died depended entirely on one's opponent.

If the other side wanted to kill you, then you had to be prepared to fight for your life. Otherwise, not only would you fail to win any money, you would lose your life as well.

Above the arena hung a huge LCD screen displaying the names and rankings of the underground boxers. Chiffon's gaze landed on the first-ranked fighter. The person in first place was called Divine Fist.

Second: Scythe of Death

Third: Qiao Beiqiao

Fourth: Cliffdo

Fifth: Killing Intent Girl

Sixth: Kitakura Ichiro

Seventh: White Snow

Eighth: River Overlord

Ninth: Skull Killer

Tenth: Xuxian Trident

These ten were all overlord-level figures in the black market. They also called the black market fighters "Underground Heroes." Chiffon had learned that everyone among the Underground Heroes knew these people. That piqued his interest. He had no way to verify just how strong they were. If they were far stronger than him, his worldview might change.

Chiffon knew something about the Professional Heroes in the open, and he now had a direct impression of their strength. But these Underground Heroes operated in the shadows, just like the League of Villains. If they were truly powerful, then Chiffon really would have to reassess this world.

The ten people on the rankings were collectively called the Three Emperors, Seven Saints, and Five Kings by the Underground Heroes!

The Three Emperors were naturally the top three. The Seven Saints were the remaining seven. As for the Five Kings, they were fighters ranked outside the top ten. The Underground Heroes believed these fighters had the potential to advance into the Seven Saints, which was why they were called Kings.

Chiffon found it interesting. However, the two men who had fought in the arena earlier seemed rather weak, so he had no idea what sort of fighters they were.

"Friend, were either of those two men in the arena one of the Three Emperors, Seven Saints, or Five Kings?" Chiffon turned and asked a fat man.

The fat man looked at Chiffon disdainfully upon hearing him speak. But then he noticed Chiffon's Ultraman Tiga mask and black cloak, which completely concealed his real appearance. People like that generally fell into two categories: those who were extremely dangerous, and those putting on an act to cover themselves.

The fat man felt that the guy before him belonged to the latter category, so he asked tentatively, "You're new here, aren't you?"

"Yes, I'm new." Chiffon did not care about the fat man's expression. He simply wanted to understand his opponents' strength so he would not suffer an unexpected defeat.

"No wonder." The fat man stroked his chin and explained to Chiffon in an earnest tone, "Those two guys just now were low-level fighters. The Three Emperors, Seven Saints, and Five Kings do not appear during this time slot. Besides, the Three Emperors have not appeared for a long time."

"Why?" Chiffon asked at once.

The fat man was not impatient. Instead, he seemed rather pleased with himself as he continued, "Figures like the Three Emperors are basically beyond challenge. Their positions have always been secure. It is said that Divine Fist, the number one fighter, was already invincible five years ago. He has not shown himself for nearly a year now. Some say he took on assassination work overseas."

At this point, the fat man lowered his voice. "And then there's Scythe of Death, ranked second. His terror has been carved into everyone's hearts. Basically no one dares challenge him. Whenever he fights, the entire arena ends up drenched in blood."

By now, Chiffon sensed that something was off. The top two of the Three Emperors seemed extremely strong, especially Divine Fist. He had been called invincible five years ago? It might have been commercial hype, but there was no doubt that he was powerful.

"Then why had I never heard of them before coming here?" Chiffon was deeply puzzled. These people were so strong. Would the Professional Heroes really just ignore them?

The fat man gave Chiffon a contemptuous look before saying, "Do you think the Professional Heroes would interfere in matters here? Of course not! The black market has an extremely powerful background and backing. The reason you do not know is simply because you have not reached that level yet. The things you've come into contact with are too shallow."

Chiffon suddenly understood. What he had focused on were matters involving the League of Villains and U.A. High School. To be honest, he had never looked into these Underground Heroes. If he had not come here for underground boxing this time, he might not have learned about them for a very long time.

"Judging by you, it seems you came here to fight underground?" The fat man chuckled. "But with that build of yours, you don't look like much. Be careful not to get beaten to death."

"Hey, fatty, can't you say something nice?" Chiffon curled his lips. "Since you answered my questions, if I win my match, I can treat you to a meal. Even take you for a bath."

"Really?" The fat man leaned closer and asked excitedly.

"Of course. But I still need to ask you about these people. I have to prepare myself." Chiffon patted the fat man on the back, speaking in a friendly tone.

"My name is Hirahara Yuudai. Just call me Yuudai." Only then did Hirahara Yuudai properly examine Chiffon before asking, "Can I see what you look like?"

"No." Chiffon refused directly.

"You really don't give anyone any face." Hirahara Yuudai said speechlessly. He would not even show his face? Was he that afraid of dying? Then he suddenly recalled something and looked at Chiffon. "You're planning to challenge the Three Emperors, Seven Saints, and Five Kings?"

"Isn't that obvious? Why else would I ask you so much if I wasn't planning to challenge them?" Chiffon looked at Hirahara Yuudai as if he were an idiot, while Hirahara Yuudai now regarded Chiffon as one.

Challenge the Three Emperors, Seven Saints, and Five Kings?

Was there something wrong with his brain?