Brilliant in Life, Hard to Die Without Regret

When Chiffon heard Hirahara Yuudai say that Little Cannon's Quirk was Steel Body, he suddenly thought of someone. Wasn't Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu's Quirk Steel? The two should have similar abilities.

"You're the challenger, Savage Mountain?" Little Cannon gave Savage Mountain a once-over. He had never liked people taller than himself. So what if he was six foot three? He had beaten people over six foot six before.

Savage Mountain gave the little man an indifferent look. "Start. You'll be seeing your ancestors soon enough."

"What did you say?" Little Cannon flew into a rage. This was the first time he had encountered someone so arrogant.

Chiffon noticed it. This guy called Savage Mountain seemed extremely bloodthirsty. Otherwise, he would not have said something like that from the very beginning. It looked like Little Cannon was in for trouble today.

"Hello, everyone!" A voice suddenly rang out. The lights shone toward the back of the arena, revealing a young man in a suit standing on a raised platform and smiling at the crowd.

"I'm your old friend, Nishimi Ichiro. Today's reigning champion is Little Cannon, fourth among the Five Kings, while the challenger is Savage Mountain, here at the Underground Heroes Arena for the first time. Well then, let's wait and see." The host waved his hand. The time had come. The match began.

"You'll pay for what you just said!" Little Cannon thrust both arms forward, and they instantly turned pitch-black. Chiffon realized that Little Cannon's Quirk only affected his arms, not the rest of his body. However, the steel coloring of his Quirk was much darker than Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu's.

His hardness was probably much greater as well. At the very least, Chiffon knew that Little Cannon was far stronger than Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu.

Savage Mountain's half-lidded eyes abruptly widened. A burst of force erupted from between his legs as he lunged forward and threw a punch at Little Cannon.

Little Cannon spat disdainfully. His black right arm met the attack head-on. Trying to compete with him in strength and hardness was simply courting death!

Yet in the next instant, Little Cannon's face twisted in agony. The audience was even more incredulous. They had thought Little Cannon's victory was certain, but such an unexpected turn had occurred.

Under the impact of Savage Mountain's punch, Little Cannon's arm, as hard as steel, twisted grotesquely. It seemed the bones inside had already snapped.

"How could this happen?" The Quirk Little Cannon had been so proud of shattered his confidence with a single punch from Savage Mountain. He was fourth among the Five Kings!

Chiffon's gaze sharpened. This Savage Mountain was strange. Chiffon still could not figure out his Quirk. It was only when their fists collided that something like a shockwave seemed to burst from Savage Mountain's body, twisting Little Cannon's arm apart.

A shockwave?

Chiffon seemed to understand a little. Savage Mountain's Quirk might be shockwaves, but he did not know what properties those shockwaves had, so it was hard to judge.

But what Chiffon did know was that this man called Savage Mountain was extremely powerful.

The host was stunned as well. He could hardly believe it. Honestly, he had favored Little Cannon more. After all, Little Cannon had held his position as one of the Five Kings for a long time, yet an unknown nobody had crippled his hand. It was unbelievable.

Savage Mountain seemed unwilling to give Little Cannon another chance. He appeared directly in front of him, clapped both hands fiercely against Little Cannon's head, then pulled hard. A head flew straight into the air as blood gushed from the severed neck. Before long, the arena was drenched in blood.

The audience held their breath. After a long while, someone suddenly began shouting, "Savage Mountain! Savage Mountain!"

The host finally came to his senses and announced, "The new fourth-ranked member of the Five Kings has been born. He is Savage Mountain!"

"Let's congratulate him!" the host shouted excitedly. He had apparently seen too many bloody scenes and had become numb to them. This battle gave him more amazement and excitement than anything else.

The audience was the same. Even Hirahara Yuudai looked as though this was only natural, though his face was rather dark right now. His hundred thousand yen was gone.

Hirahara Yuudai was not the only one with a dark expression. Most of the people present had bet on Little Cannon to win, only for him to lose so thoroughly.

Himiko Toga unexpectedly smiled. Chiffon grew puzzled. Had she bet on Savage Mountain?

Savage Mountain stood in the arena, savoring the moment, his body splattered with blood. He suddenly smiled, then turned and left the arena. No one knew what that smile meant. More people believed he was celebrating his victory.

The battle had ended very quickly, but news of its result spread even faster. In almost an instant, everyone in the Underground Heroes Arena knew about it. Even some people who were not there received the news, all lamenting that they had missed such a good show.

"No matter how splendid one's life, it is hard to die without regrets."

Those words suddenly sounded beside Chiffon's ear. He turned his head and saw that, at some point, an exceptionally beautiful woman had appeared beside him. She wore white, and though her face was veiled, her beauty could not be concealed.

The woman turned and smiled at Chiffon before quietly leaving.

"Hey, Yuudai." Chiffon turned around and patted Hirahara Yuudai on the shoulder. Hirahara Yuudai was crouched on the ground in misery, repeatedly pounding the floor with both fists.

"Don't talk to me. I'm in a terrible mood right now!" Hirahara Yuudai said painfully. A hundred thousand yen, gone just like that. How was he supposed to get through the next few days?

Chiffon chuckled. "What, did you lose money?"

"Stop bothering me." Hirahara Yuudai's heart ached whenever he heard about it. He regretted it to death.

"Don't be discouraged. I'll treat you to a feast tonight." Chiffon helped Hirahara Yuudai to his feet.

"Really?" Hirahara Yuudai seemed to find a bit of comfort and asked tentatively.

"Of course. But you have to answer one question for me." Chiffon smiled.

Hirahara Yuudai immediately said, "Go ahead. If I know it, I'll tell you."

"Did you see the woman in white standing beside me just now?" Chiffon asked.

"No. What woman in white? You must be dreaming. No one has ever worn white in the Underground Heroes Arena." Hirahara Yuudai suddenly stopped himself. He thought of someone. "No, there is one woman who likes wearing white, but why would someone like her come watch Little Cannon's match?"

Hirahara Yuudai immediately dismissed the thought himself, but Chiffon became interested. "Tell me. Who is it?"

"One of the Seven Saints, White Snow," Hirahara Yuudai said.

Chiffon froze. That woman just now was White Snow, one of the Seven Saints? She had even seemed to smile at him. But Chiffon was wearing Ultraman Tiga's mask. No one should have been able to recognize him.

"I think you were seeing things. White Snow wouldn't appear at a time like this. Hardly anyone challenges her right now, and her rank has never changed." Hirahara Yuudai had only seen White Snow once himself, and that had been three months ago.

"Come on, let's go collect my money first, then go have a feast." Chiffon smiled. This White Snow was rather interesting.

Hirahara Yuudai immediately sprang up and pointed at Chiffon in shock. "You won money, you brat!"