Chapter 114: Fierce Wrath
Chapter 114: Fierce Wrath
Even though many people were shouting “This is impossible,” the “impossible” thing still happened right in front of their eyes.
With just one punch, “Crazy Bull” Jack, who had dominated the ring and won ten consecutive victories, was knocked down. He did not even make a sound before he passed out.
This was only because Fang Jing held back. If he had used his full strength, one punch would have likely shattered “Crazy Bull” Jack’s bones and left him dead beyond any doubt.
“Temper myself? Teacher Kume thought too simply. Even without using the techniques I learned, just my current physical fitness alone was enough to crush a group of ordinary people.”
With his current Three Core Attributes, he could easily defeat many people.
The host’s face naturally did not look good, and the audience in the stands were also clearly unhappy.
They were not here to see this; they came for excitement, for unrestrained fun. They wanted to see “Crazy Bull” Jack brutally beat a fragile lamb, knock him to the ground, watch him curl up and beg for mercy, even wet his pants—that was the thrill they sought.
The organizers of this underground boxing arena were also displeased. This unknown challenger had picked their recent “ace,” “Crazy Bull” Jack, which naturally made them uneasy.
The spotlight on the ring kept moving around. The organizers suspected that a rival gang or competitor had sent someone to cause trouble.
“You wretched thing! Who’s tired of living, coming to cause trouble at our Iwamoto Group’s place…”
“What do we do next? We can’t just do nothing…”
“Drag that useless guy down and send Saruwatari up instead. It would be best if he could take care of this kid, but if not… at least buy some time.”
The decision-maker quickly came up with a plan. He intended to send another fighter to win the match.
At that moment, Fang Jing, who was about to leave the cage, was stopped at the door by a few thugs.
“Hey! Kid, you think you can just leave after winning?”
“Don’t be in such a hurry; the challenge isn’t over yet.”
Boos also came from outside the ring. The outside challenger wanted to run after beating “Crazy Bull” Jack—it couldn’t be that simple. Even if the event organizers blocked him, they enjoyed seeing it.
Most people hoped the underground boxing organizers would find a way to teach this arrogant young man a lesson.
“Kid, get back in there nicely.”
A thug in a Hawaiian shirt hit the door with a steel pipe. This group clearly blocked the “door,” not intending to let him out.
Seeing this, Fang Jing felt annoyed, and his expression darkened. But then he saw Kume Nansho in the stands making a gesture, telling him to go back into the cage.
Seeing Kume Nansho’s signal, Fang Jing suppressed his feelings and returned to the center of the ring.
Somehow, he felt a surge of anger building inside him.
Not long after, a tall, thin man with dreadlocks stepped into the cage.
“Saruwatari, it’s ‘Man-Eating Beast’ Saruwatari. Let’s welcome this brutal death dealer. In his last match, he bit off a fighter’s ear and swallowed it whole. As everyone knows, every fighter who faces him ends up covered in injuries from his dirty tricks…”
Fang Jing looked at his new opponent named “Saruwatari.” The man had a strange appearance, an impractical hairstyle for fighting, and an oddly thin, unimpressive build.
“…Saruwatari has gotten even thinner. Has he been taking too many drugs?”
“You don’t get it—that guy’s not just doing regular drugs; he’s crazily injecting banned substances, constantly trying to break his physical limits. But he’s gone too far—the stimulants have messed up his brain, and he’s like a mad dog…”
Two boxing dojo staff in the stands whispered: “Last time, he bit off half of someone’s face backstage. Everyone knows he’s completely lost it. Lately, no one dares get near Saruwatari.”
“Isn’t that a huge problem? What if someone dies?”
“Not my problem. We’ll deal with it then.”
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In the ring, Fang Jing noticed his opponent’s eyes looked strange. The man nicknamed “Man-Eating Beast” Saruwatari had cloudy eyes. He kept tilting his head, looking around, and swiping at the air in front of him.
It was as if he thought flies were buzzing around him, and he was trying to shoo them away—but with Fang Jing’s sharp eyes, he couldn’t see any insects around.
“Is he hallucinating?”
Fang Jing couldn’t understand why the underground boxing organizers would send a mentally unclear fighter.
The disoriented, swaying Saruwatari turned his face and stared intently at him. It was a wolf-like gaze, as if he weren’t human but a wild beast.
His lips moved, as if he said something.
From extremely close, Fang Jing understood his lip movement.
I’ll kill you.
Like a four-legged animal, Saruwatari pounced with astonishing speed.
A hook punch.
Mid-air, Saruwatari threw a full-force hook punch, like a steel whip, using his shoulder as a pivot, aiming for Fang Jing’s head.
It was a typical leaping hook punch, but Saruwatari had no form at all. His center of gravity leaned completely to the left as he threw his body forward.
Fang Jing casually kicked out, turning his foot to the left and deflecting the trajectory of the hook punch.
Even without using the techniques he had learned, Fang Jing did not think he would lose.
With this kick, he both deflected the opponent’s punch and, by swinging back, could strike the oncoming face—his toes aimed at Saruwatari’s head.
Although Saruwatari was in great danger, his eyes instead lit up. He did not dodge but opened his mouth like a predatory wolf, twisted his thick neck, and bit toward Fang Jing’s leg.
Crack!
Fang Jing strangely retracted his leg mid-air, moving as fast as lightning, returning to his original stance.
Manipulating his body at will was also a power he gained from training.
But what just happened surprised him a bit—he had almost been bitten on the calf.
“Biting people with your mouth—are you a dog?”
He sneered and pulled his leg back.
(This guy’s movements and speed are also somewhat surprising. He seems mentally unclear and sees hallucinations… meaning he’s probably using stimulants or other banned drugs.)
Drug abuse had enhanced his physical functions, allowing him to display impressive strength, speed, and stamina. But compared to his current self, Saruwatari still didn’t have much advantage.
“Bite him to death!”
“Man-Eating Beast! Bite that brat to death!”
The audience in the stands roared continuously at that moment.
No one considered biting to be a foul. Such controversial actions were not “banned” in this bloody spectacle.
Teeth are the natural “weapons” remaining on the human body. The muscles used for chewing are very strong. Using fists and feet might injure someone, but tearing flesh and blood is far easier with teeth.
After failing in his first attempt, Saruwatari crouched on all fours, his eyes narrowed to slits, expressionless.
“Come on! Don’t waste my time.”
Fang Jing scoffed, curled his finger, and provocatively spoke.
“Roar!”
A sharp sound came from Saruwatari’s lips.
The next instant, he sprang up from the ground like a bouncing ball, his whole body tense, pouncing at Fang Jing again.
Fang Jing stood in place and, just like before, kicked out once more.
Exactly the same movement as before—he deliberately offered his foot to Saruwatari’s mouth.
And Saruwatari bit down with all his might.
But the next second, that foot unleashed a downward crushing force, like a stake being driven vertically into the ground.
Saruwatari, who had bitten the tip of that foot, had no time to react before his entire lower jaw was crushed into the floor with terrifying power.
Crunch!
His jaw completely shattered.
Fang Jing retracted his leg.
“This is so boring I could yawn.”
He couldn’t help but actually yawn.
Did Teacher Kume really think this kind of situation could temper me?
How naive!
Somehow, he felt angry inside, extremely upset.
Wait—this isn’t right. Am I someone who gets this easily frustrated, especially feeling anger toward Teacher Kume?
He should be calmer than this.
He realized his emotions were off. When he focused and checked his panel, he noticed the Fate Fragment “Fierce Wrath” emitting a faint red glow.
“The Fierce Wrath Fate Fragment seems to have undergone some change.”
He could feel this incomplete Fate Fragment having a strange connection with his emotions.
It wasn’t just that—he felt this change had started after entering this underground boxing match. He scanned the entire venue again.
Just then, because the long-awaited “Man-Eating Beast” Saruwatari was also cleanly knocked down, with no bloody, life-and-death struggle appearing, deafening boos erupted from the audience stands.
Fang Jing stood quietly in his spot, using his eyes to capture the scene throughout the arena.
It was then he noticed an interesting phenomenon: red “flames”—no, probably not flames.
Scanning the arena, he noticed some people’s bodies burning with a faint red light, like fire. Some were very faint, while others were extremely bright.
“Emotions… this is an emotion—anger. Yes, it’s the emotion of rage. Interesting, is this an ability brought by the Fierce Wrath Fate Fragment?”
The Fierce Wrath Fate Fragment likely related to human emotions. His inexplicable anger and the scene he witnessed here all pointed to that.
“The other abilities of this Fate Fragment aren’t clear yet, but right now I can probably see others’ anger. The stronger the rage, the brighter the flames.”
Boom!
The cage door opened again. A tall, powerful, fierce-looking giant stepped in. This was the third fighter, wrapped in an unusually intense red glow.
It seemed he was enraged to the extreme.
“Kid, you came here specifically to cause trouble, didn’t you!”
The man had a tough appearance, with strong, developed muscles. He reached out, grabbed the wire mesh, and forcefully twisted it out of shape.
“Trouble?”
Fang Jing shook his head and said flatly, “I was just brushing off some dust.”
…That’s right—this could hardly be called a fight.