Chapter 166 The Fight Club (1/2)

As Kyle walked in, his youthful appearance caught the attention of some people there. They looked around, wondering how this young boy could enter such an exclusive part of the Club. The people here had been carefully screened before the entrance, so the young boy's identity must be special.

Kyle went to stand near the stage, watching the fight happening in front of him.

It wasn't much of a fight, as it was obvious who would win. Still, the crowd was lapping it all up, happy to see all the unrestrained punches with blood - and sometimes teeth - flying all about. The arena commentator saw Kyle and froze for a while after recognising him, but was professional enough not to affect his commentary.

Kyle gave a slight smile, knowing that his presence there caused quite a bit of a problem.

He didn't care.

If he didn't release his stress here, he's going to release it out there and he didn't want to let loose in the streets. He didn't feel like fighting petty thieves that hardly put up a fight. He wanted here, where people were out for blood and would at the very least, give him a bit of a workout.

It just meant some financial losses for a while.

Once the fight was over, the winner was announced, with the commentator raising the arm of the victor.

”There we have it, Igor wins again!”

The crowd cheered. Igor flexed his huge muscles and roared at the crowd, creating a frenzy. Kyle rolled his eyes. He locked eyes with the commentator.

The commentator gulped.

”Ladies and gentlemen, I have for you, a special treat tonight,” he started to say, putting down Igor's arm, ”Our record holder, the undisputed champion who had never-been-beaten before fighter, Ice, is here. Is there anyone here who dares to challenge him?”

Igot looked at the commentator in surprise. Normally, the winner would stay on the arena and a challenger would come up. Instead, he was ignored and a new person was up to be challenged.

Igor was not happy.

He looked up at the record scoreboard.

At the top, in bold, gold letters was Ice's name - along with the record of winning 250 consecutive fights. It had been during one of Kyle's most intensive training to hone his skills. In about two months, Kyle would fight 5 people every day in the Fight Club.

He had almost lost a few times but managed to always turn things around. He had learned quite a lot about how to fight, especially when it dealt with bigger and stronger people.

After his 250th win, no one wanted to challenge him anymore. The Fight Club was also crying buckets of blood because people kept betting on Ice most of the time, resulting in them suffering severe losses. If it was one day, it would have been okay. But after the second month rolled in ...

Finally, when there were no more challengers, Kyle had to stop. He did so relunctantly but acknowledged that there was no longer anyone that was his match in this place. He might as well go back and train elsewhere or wait for more skilled people to come.

He hadn't been back since then, however. His record had also been unbroken since it was created last year and it created quite the hype. The commentator would often use that record to egg on people to try and beat it.

Seeing that Ice had returned, it made Igor feel pretty excited. Currently, his record was 50 and he was aiming to beat that record. However, if he actually beat the record holder, wouldn't that be even more fantastic? The icing on the cake?

He looked about eagerly. Which one was Ice?

His eyes passed over a teenage boy at the bottom of the stage with disdain and kept on looking. However, no one appeared to be a fighter ready to enter the stage. Spectators, judges and those that appeared to look like a fighter was looking about as well.

”I challenge Ice!” Igor said with glee, rubbing his hands together as he waited for the infamous Ice to show up.

”No,” Kyle said from below the stage, ”You just finished a fight. Rest first.”

Igor growled and looked at Kyle. He snorted, saying, ”Little boy, do not talk when adults are talking. Go back home and play with your toys.”

Kyle's mouth twitched, trying to hold back a laugh. Oh, these type of people are just falling into his lap tonight, aren't they?

The commentator beside Igor started trembling.

He had been the same person who had presided over Ice's historical fights the year before and he had seen how decisive and bloodthirsty the 'young' boy was. Right now, he looked like he wouldn't hurt a fly but after what Igor said ...

The area started feeling cold. Their hearts started beating faster for an unexplained fear filled their entire body. The glare was directed at Igor but the commentator felt it just as badly.

”C-c-calm down, Ice,” the poor man stuttered, ”I-I-I am ss-sure he d-didn't mean...”

”It's okay, Bob,” Kyle said with a slow smile, as he took off his jacket, revealing the well-known dragon tattoo. The spectators gasped. Everyone knew that tattoo. Kyle flung his jacket towards one of the people manning the arena as he then slowly walked up towards the stage.

”Since he's so eager, why should I disappoint him, right?”