[A/N: Originally, I had no idea on how to get the defence stat working but now, I've settled on a formula that many rpg games use apparently. From this chapter onwards, I'll be following that formula.]

The people outside screamed and yelled as they rushed towards the stage and banged the cage like uncontrolled animals.

That was until the butler walked towards it. The crowd split almost instantly, making way for the man to open the gate to the stage.

Amon grabbed Muula and pushed him towards the butler tho gently brought him out and handed him over to a small group of awakened that looked like healers.

After making sure that Muula was out of harm, Amon raised both his arms up and yelled.

"Raaaaaah!!! Who wants more?! I want more!!!"

He pointed at the two brothers who had introduced themselves before and kicked the gate open, "Come on in, I'll take you both on!"

The gang's custom was already done. He had proved himself but now, he wanted more.

The brothers turned to look at their boss, who gave them a nod of approval.

"Let's go." the one with the mohawk said as he slid into the cage followed by his bother.

"Tank and a warrior right?" Amon asked as he looked at the two of them.

The bald warrior nodded before he went straight at Amon without any warning and punched hard, only to see his opponent dodge it with ease.

"You know… I didn't dodge Muula's attacks because he wanted a manly fight." he said as he moved back, skipping on his toes as he threw some empty punches, "Your agility stats are below twenty for sure."

The brothers looked at each other's faces. They knew that Amon was right since the tank and the warrior classes did not give any agility stats. Forget twenty, their agility was below ten since they had recently ranked up to C.

F, E and D ranks barely got any free stats that they could use on their own. Everything was automatically sorted.

"Who cares about agility when you're going to come to us on your own?" The mahawk guy asked as he raised his hand and wiggled his finger.

All of a sudden, Amon felt an uncontrollable urge to rush forward and beat the guy to death. Before he could control his body, he found himself rushing towards him while the bald warrior intercepted his path with a strong punch to his chest.

Amon took a few steps backwards but the punch brought him back to his senses.

'Right… this is basically a battle of attrition. But…' he thought as he took a step forward and activated the skill that he had been waiting to use for a long time.

Aura.

All his stats except mana rose up by 40% instantly.

Vitality: 84 + 5

Defense: 84 + 5

Strength: 42

Agility: 42

Dexterity: 42

He checked his physical stats and ignored his magic stats as he didn't really have a skill that dealt magic damage other than Shock touch which came from Vladimir's lightning.

"Let's go." he muttered as he dashed straight towards them without any hesitation. As for the reason why? It was because of the numbers he had seen a few moments ago.

-30!

+34!

With his health not at full, he could see the full effects of his damage reflection and life steal working perfectly well together.

They didn't have enough damage or defence penetration skills that could threaten him.

"What the-" the tank looked absolutely confused with Amon's recklessness and was unable to react in time.

Amon's foot connected to his chest and sent him flying towards the cage while his brother went on the offensive, only for Amon to dodge his punch like it was nothing.

That was the difference between having agility around ten and more than forty.

He simply moved his head to the side a little, letting the punch fly past him before he retaliated with his own, busting the warrior's lip with a single hit.

Amon glanced at the tank who had just crashed against the cage before his gaze moved to the brother who stumbled back. He took a few steps forward and delivered a flurry of punches to his body, dealing a good chunk of damage before elbowing the agitated tank who rushed back into the fight.

He was in a flow, dodging all their attacks as he got used to the feeling of getting in a close ranged fight. A good hit made them recoil, giving him opportunities to unleash multiple hits.

The crowd gasped and yelled but Amon wasn't paying any attention to it. All of it was merely noise to his ears as he absolutely obliterated the brothers until they gave in.

"I'm done! I'm doneee! Stop!" the warrior gave in first, making Amon snap out of his trance.

He stared at the bald warrior who had a bloody face for a few seconds before he turned towards the tank who raised both his hands up, "I give up too. You have a weird skill and my taunt doesn't seem to be helping."

Hearing this, Amon didn't push and simply walked out of the cage, heading straight towards Bora.

"Welcome to the gang… I wonder what we should be calling you." he said as he watched Amon put on his mask.

"… I didn't really think about it but I guess something simple will work. Like Mr. Zero. You can give numbers to my team too."

Yulan tossed the mic back to the DJ and stood beside his father, "Um, Mr. Zero… you should think about working directly under me. I'll promise you various benefits. A share of loot, free accommodation, equipment and anything else you wish as long as I can provide it to you."

Bora raised his eyebrow as he looked at his son, the son who never really used his brain and ran behind girls.

'He's… changed after that incident… I must thank you, Raul. Once I take over this green zone, I'll be able to hand it over to Yulan if he continues being responsible.'

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