[Mission Objective Updated]

[Defeat Obestan. (Not Achieved)]

Inside the cage, raising both hands to revel in the cheers, his neck as thick as a cement block slowly twisted, revealing a pair of venomous eyes.

"Wow oh~ Let me see, you look familiar."

He had no hair or eyebrows, a stripe tattoo at the corner of his eye, and showed two rows of screwed-in teeth braces when he spoke.

"Ah, I remember, they mentioned your name to me, still alive? Perfect, a pleasant surprise before the monthly tournament..."

Obestan and John circled around the ring.

The frenzied audience stretched prosthetic limbs out through the cage netting, madly remote controlling ticket hands at the edge of the stands to place bets.

Bone Shards originally managed the casino business.

He copied all the tactics for stimulating consumption to the ring fights, tantalizing the audience to ecstasy, sometimes causing a betting frenzy when blood splattered to the front rows.

The fighters could also participate in side bets.

John, having passed the qualifiers, possessed personal points and eligibility, able to fight his way to the inner arena of the Bolago Club, becoming the legendary champion of this West District season, garnering substantial rewards and other prizes.

He preferred street matches, reluctant to perform for the wealthy.

If not for Angelica's invitation, he probably wouldn't even want to return to this electrified underground boxing arena.

"Come on, don't let it go cold."

Obestan's voice was thick and hoarse, pointing to the cage outside. "Are you also here for that little sparrow? Tsk tsk tsk, I like her, she tastes as refreshing as ice cream."

He gestured lewdly.

John remained expressionless, unaffected by the verbal taunt—perfect to use the ring match as a chance to test his skills.

Since loading Igdrasir, he had been fighting in brawls.

A hail of bullets was really a dead-end game, and there was neither time nor opportunity to familiarize himself with the new implant, especially the alloy skeleton arm that Oulos had wedged into his body.

John raised his hands to strip off the gray vest.

Revealing the muscular and dominating Sianweistan on his back.

Igdrasir's compatibility is robust, with numerous interfaces, able to integrate with various high-end implants, including Sianweistan.

"You should be pretty tough, right?"

John clenched his fists and toed up, seriously inquiring.

The combat calculation program built into Igdrasir operated, swiftly adjusting his heart rate and physical state.

"Sangma Rebi Pool, I'll slaughter you!"

Obestan spat out saliva.

With an enraged charge, he padded forward and unleashed a rapid trio of swings, the sleek soft alloy knuckles scattering sweat.

John dodged in succession.

Messiah's Eye naturally had a combat mode, reducing dynamic delay to capture attack paths.

The cranial burden was immense, but John had a Graphene Chip to alleviate the pressure from the eye implant.

"Agile little monkey..."

Obestan bared his white teeth, eyes widening, and after closing the distance again launched a fierce violent punch.

Whoosh—

John leaned back his upper body to evade, the legs not keeping pace with the retreat.

Obestan, using the momentum, spun his body and struck with a kick, displaying agility incongruent with his build.

Originally an unexpected strike, but John blocked it.

Igdrasir's built-in combat algorithm.

This part had been covered by Black Light, unable to connect online for updates, yet capable of integrating copied chips devoured by Black Light to formulate an optimal solution based on the scene.

John just went with his instincts.

Body leaning back to avoid the punch, raising his arms to defend against the surprise attack.

He felt like a car had hit him, accompanied by sharp pain stumbling backward, right to the cage's edge.

Just regaining focus...

Obestan charged like a rhino, legs sprang into the air fiercely kicking the metal plate over.

Bam!

The perforated metal slab burst open a gap.

Electric currents scurried through the air, debris flew into the spectators, blocked by barriers and the iron grid of large meshwork.

Exclamations and yells hit a new peak.

The dim underground fight hall flickered with interwoven arcs of blue and white electricity.

Smoke quietly rose under the light strip, converging at the ventilation outlets, forming a faint tornado-like display.

Obestan got up from the breach.

His skin was slightly grazed at the break, exposing an anti-electroplating layer, with red and shiny muscle bundles beneath.

"Aha, you're pretty quick, thought we'd already be at the execution phase."

He spread his arms to welcome the wave of sound.

"They love this stuff, you gotta be sensible, keeping the organizers and the audience satisfied."

Obestan's gear was custom-made for the ring competitions.

He charged back again with swift punches, his body twisting and launching, lifting his right leg for a feigned front kick, then quickly padded forward to press down.

The alloy-faced shin came down like a battle axe.

John raised his elbow to block with difficulty, skin instantly turning redder from the graze.

"Nonsense! Your arm's pretty sturdy, how much, I'll pay double to recover them from you."

"You can't afford it."

"Is that so, then I'll just have to slaughter you and dismantle them piece by piece..."

Obestan said as he padded forward.

He spun half a round like a top, limbs moving so fast they left afterimages, the fluorescent tattoo carved on his abs became a curve, launching a ferocious flying kick!

John felt the disparity.

His lower limbs lacked strength and reactive speed, unable to maneuver timely in the confined space.

Obestan's flying kick was closing in.

John crossed his arms and threw a punch.

His right arm and breastbone made from high-grade materials, strength off the charts, fist whistling through the air, palm end lined with metal slabs, smashing straight into Obestan's shin bone.

Bam.

The sound of intertwined flesh was especially dull.

Obestan staggered slightly, gritting his teeth, having failed the flying kick and subjected to a round of fierce counterattack from John.

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