Keto's pov
"Ah shit…" I got up from the ground after taking a beating from that 'guy'. He's really something with those fucking punches. I can feel my head throbbing with pain but I'm still not done here until the boss takes victory for the gang.
"Now where is this bastard?" My eyes roamed the area, and there were too many people blocking way. Shit, did I lost him? He better not get beaten by Lexi or Jin. He's my fuckin' prey.
While in the middle of searching, many idiots were getting in my way. All of them would end up unconscious on the ground though. They were all too weak to me, the only guy who can beat me is the guy who managed to bring me down. Things aren't over between us unless one of us really gives up…
"And I'm not done with him yet!" I grabbed one of the fuckers who tried to attack me and asked 'em. "Where's your first division commander?"
"A-Ah, I… P-Please spare m—"
"I asked you where he is! Now answer me!"
"Eek! I saw him over there!" I threw the guy away and went straight to that jerk's direction. And it surprised me when I heard Lyde scream for help at the same direction. "What the!?"
I pushed all of those who were in my way and immediately got in between the two of them. The asshole got a good jab on the face from me, and I was able to pull Lyde away from him. "Lyde! Are you alright?!"
"K-Keto!"
"Don't get in my way, that guy… he's my prey." I said, smirking.
The first division commander of Cerberus, quickly got up and laughed. "Me? Your prey? You must be kidding yourself. Who was it who got knocked unconscious earlier?!"
"Tch! I'll make sure you know who's really stronger here."
"Then what the hell are you waiting for!?"
I was the first to strike him. He was pretty much talented in blocking my attacks, but that won't be for long. "Heh, is that all you got shorty?"
"Did… you just call me short?"
"So what if I did?… shorty." This damned… I'LL FREAKING POUR HELL ON YOU!
Before he could land his kick, I gave him a bullet-like punch on the face which he can't dodge so easily. The bastard fell on his back and suffered the pain greatly. "I gotta say, thanks for pissing me off." Whenever I get mad, I can put more force into any attack I do. And it's such ashame that one punch is all that it takes to bring him down.
"A-Ahhh! Ahh!"
"You moan like a bitch." I chuckled and let him be.
Before I go hunt for another target, Lyde caught my attention. He was intensely watching something, and I find it pretty weird that people are like avoiding him. "Oi, what the hell are you staring at? The fight isn't over."
"It will, though." He muttered.
"What do you mean?"
"…Ren's a monster."
"What!?" When I looked at the place he was staring at, it was only Ren and the Cerberus leader there.
"So?… it's just another fight in this bloody ring. What's so new about that?"
"Take a look at Ren! It was unbelievable… earlier he seemed too weak but now he's…" I knew what Lyde meant to say. The first time I saw the boss fighting serious like this amazed me too. "Ren's never weak. It's ridiculous to think that."
"I shouldn't have doubted him."
"Of course, he's not called 'King of the Wild Beasts' for nothing." And it looks like this gang war will soon be over.
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Ren's pov
"…I can't believe you were just playing around earlier." Hades was already shaking. He looks way more pathetic now with his left eye beaten badly, and with a crooked nose. There's also this injury on his left wrist, so maybe he can't punch with his left hand anymore.
"Of course I was. That way, I can read how strong my opponent will be. Turns out you're just another disappointment."
He clicked his tongue and looks away from me. "So, are you going to surrender now? Or would you like me to add some more bruises to your pretty face?"
"Cerberus… I guess… I failed as their leader."
"Is that your way of admitting your loss?" He still looked like he doesn't want to give up despite his state. Hades gave me a hateful look, and I can see that he still won't stop himself. "I guess you might as well fight 'til the end."
Hades roared as he charged towards me. It's as if he thinks that his final moments like this will make him any better, but it doesn't. When he's nearing ang going for a headbutt, I was nice enough to receive it without blocking his attack. And I can tell that his attack is weaker than it was earlier. "Well done, loser." With that, I ended him with an elbow strike on the neck.
Slowly, the gang war stops and many cheered for our victory. The same goes for the audience who chose to put their bet on my gang. "I did it… WE DID IT!" I raised my right hand as a sign of victory.
"THE WILD BEASTS WON!"