The crowd went wild as the incredibly sexy announcer waved her hand and held up Texas Banger's hand. Her silver hair glittered under the bright lights, gleaming like a river of powdered moonlight. The dim lighting revealed her full figure; she was gorgeous and sexy like a goddess, but not so much so that it became ridiculous. She could have been an underwear model or actress, except for her bright eyes, which shone with a regal presence.
Texas snatched the mic from the sexy announcer woman and grabbed a handful of her plump rear end, "Haha, to my fans, I, AHHH!"
Just as the champ was about to gloat, his arm locked up, and he cried out in pain. The sexy announcer twisted his wrist six ways to Sunday before anyone could react. The audience was stunned, speechless at her cruelty.
"How does it make you feel?" She asked Texas gently.
As punishment for his sexual harassment, she forced him to experience how helpless women would feel when harassed.
"ARGH!!" The champ's muscles exploded as he tried to break the hold on his arm. She grinned, her hot breath washed over the champ's face. This was going to be easy.
Minutes later, the sexy announcer easily reduced the champ to a crying baby.
She grabbed the microphone from the ground beside the wailing man and addressed the crowd, "Listen up, you motherfuckers! Remember this lesson well: if any of you dare to disrespect this lady again, you won't be leaving with a mere broken arm!"
"Hubba, Hubba," Bas stared with wide violet-gold eyes at this incredibly hot and equally fierce woman.
Before she attacked, he could not sense it, but she was also a Hunt Expert! One who had exceptional control over her atmosphere. Even his powerful perception was fooled before she made a move!
"Could she have an artefact that can hide her aura? I wonder if I could get one too..."
When he first came in and noticed how the reigning champ was merely at the ninth level of Hunt Foundation, Bas almost walked back out. Now, his interest in this Underground Hunter Tournament was suddenly reignited.
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"We're taking bets right here all night!"
"Line right on up, Fifth Class battle bets all night, Fourth Class battle bets during tomorrow night's special cup!"
"Hunter snacks! Get your hunter snacks over here! Twenty silver credits per bag, 40 silver credits for three! Next ten minutes only."
"Registration! All unregistered hunters can register for the battles of the Underground Battle League here."
Bas King wore black combat clothes and a black mask that hid everything under his eyes, revealing only his neat dreadlocks as he wandered through the thick crowd in this underground sewage junction that had been converted into a fighting venue. After confirming his direction, he walked up to a teenager, probably only a year older than himself, wearing brown scrubs.
"You a Neophyte, kid? Do yourself a favor and scram out from here, would you?" the teenager berated Bas heavily but was upset when he saw Bas ignoring him. He sneered, "Well, don't blame us if you die later. Give me your name."
"Bazzy. Bazzy Dagod." Bas shamelessly added god to the nickname his mother called him to remain incognito. At the same time, he released a wisp of his atmosphere.
"Bazzy, Hunt Neoph...th...that...Sky Foundation?!" the teenager was dumbstruck. The teenager was stunned to discover that his brat was even more talented and influential than himself.
'Eighth step Hunt Foundation at such a young age? He must be the one.' The teenager completely changed his behavior towards Bazzy Dagod, bowing humbly.
After wiping away his residual energy mark, the teenager flipped and tossed Bazzy his personal token, "My name is Eric Masters. Please accept this bronze underground hunter token as an apology."
"Bronze token?" Bas looked at the token that landed in his palm with curiosity.
"You don't know?" the teenager, Eric, raised an eyebrow.
'How did this kid reach the Hunt Foundation stage without knowing about the token system? Could the director be mistaken?'
Either way, this was a chance for Eric to curry favor with a destined hunter, one he didn't intend to miss, "Underground Hunter Tokens serve as currency in the Underground Battle League. The higher the grade of your token, the more you win for fights. After ten victories, you can upgrade your token. Of course, down here, silver hunter tokens are the highest grade. Those with a silver-grade underground hunter token can use it to hide their hunter atmosphere. As long as they repress it, you won't sense their aura even if you're a Premium Rym Producer below first-class."
"Makes sense," Bas nodded as he had already experienced the evidence of this earlier. His second-class spirituality could not detect the announcer's aura until she made a move. "In that case, I'll thank you now. How do I sign up for the battles? How much can I win with a bronze token?"
"First, you bind the token to your atmosphere. Then, you compete against others for their credits!" said Eric animatedly. He talked with his hands and exaggerated his actions.
Credits were what was used as currency in this world. In fact, they were rym crystals. They were separated by grade, starting at copper, bronze, silver, and gold. Above gold were the highest amethyst credits.
"By equipping a mecha-hand, one could condense large amounts of energy into a small crystal coin known as a credit." Eric was incomparably excited by this point. He really enjoyed working here, "However, doing so yourself would take at least a week per unit. It is far from economical to create your own credits. Credits in the Underground Battle Arena come in standard-tier silver, mid-tier gold, and top-tier amethyst. One amethyst credit is worth 1,000 Gold and 1,000,000 Standard Silver Units.
"The Underground Hunter League awards those who win with 500 silver credits as a standard, and this increases with your win streak: two challenges win a gold credit; four challenges net two gold credits; eight net ten gold credits; and sixteen challenges yield 15 gold credits. Make it to 32 challenges, and you can compete against the champion for a chance at bigger prizes!
"Alternatively, one could jump ahead in ranks to increase the value of their win streak. Jump ranks twice, and your streak will be capped at 10, but the reward will be the same for a 32-win streak. There will probably be a new Fifth Class Underworld Champ crowned tonight since Texas was injured so badly by Ms. Evans."
"Ms. Evans? Is that the name of that pretty announcer?" asked Bas when he heard this new name.
That announcer was the prettiest woman he had seen in his life thus far, and she was a Hunt Expert! Looking at her incomparably fair skin, Bas felt she should be in her early 20s. She was thin and graceful but hid a lot of power! This meant that she was of decent talent.
Perhaps this wouldn't be impressive if she weren't from the mortal country. However, if she were indeed born and raised here, her talent would not be typical.
"Yes, Miss Brenda Evans is the daughter of Sid Evans, the owner of Kennesaw Metropolis' Underground Battle League, the biggest battle league in all of Mortalee," Eric presented some news that surprised Bas a little.
'So she's the princess of this place...'
Too bad Bas was only turning 16 years old in a few days. There was no way such a woman would take him seriously. He should focus on improving himself for now. Love could wait. Of course, he wouldn't neglect intimacy like his previous incarnation. Bas had no desire to be lonely at the peak this time, as last time, he was doomed to seek companionship among those old monsters who could not be counted as humans.
While Bas was lost in his thoughts, Eric was still babbling in an attempt to thoroughly answer Bas' questions, "Including her, there are ten other Hunt Experts with Silver Tokens here tonight. One could find such powerful opponents only in the Hunter's Society, where experts are said to be as common as the clouds. Us Fifth Class hunters can't even imagine their power."
Bas looked disdainfully at this fanboy staring at the platform behind the northern bleachers. Over on that platform, five experts were seated while their subordinates stood around them. Brenda Evans was also ascending this platform, and she walked next to the middle-aged man sitting in the middle of the five before standing behind him to deliver a report.
This middle-aged man had a very angular face and sharp features. Bas thought he was quite the looker, with his long legs and torso giving away his height. If Bas were standing next to him, Bas was sure that this man should be at least two heads taller than himself.
This was rather tall.
Even Ms. Evans was a bit shorter than Bas, at 176 cm. Her sexy, low-cut dress revealed her stunning legs to the crowd, making many men swallow their saliva and fail to look away.
"I wonder what color they are?"
"Didn't you see them when she walked up?"
"I saw something way better. I don't think she's wearing any..."
"Disgusting," Bas mumbled as he heard the pathetic discussion of the men surrounding him.
He did take another cursory glance at the woman on the platform, purely to ascertain her modesty was protected. After all, Bas was a man of culture...
'Ah, indeed freedom is the freest...'