Chapter 565: Shattered Arena Rivalry

The victor of this round is…

Kudo Ryuichi!

On the shattered ring, a middle-aged man donning boxing gloves roared as he raised his arms, his face alight with the thrill of the crowd’s cheers.

Yet when his gaze swept over to Yenir in the distance, a dark shadow suddenly clouded his eyes.

He panted heavily, his eyes fixated on Yenir like those of a wolf. In that intense stare, he couldn’t help but mimic a throat-slitting gesture.

That’s right—he was the last man standing in a 28-person brawl: Kudo Ryuichi!

Though he had emerged from the final selection to earn a shot at first place, a fierce sense of injustice surged within him.

Seeing Yenir so lost in thought that he didn’t even glance his way, an unbridled fury welled up inside him.

What gives him the right?! Just because the kid’s innate talent is a notch higher can he bypass the competition and secure a top-three spot?

He even acknowledged the status of the General’s Son—he knew that was a league he couldn’t dare to provoke.

Yet Yenir shared his status; the only difference was that among the three major powers, Yamamoto Corporation had chosen Yenir over him!

Bah!

You’re nothing but a cowardly loser! What’s so great about relying on innate talent!

He couldn’t help but spit out a glob of blood.

Kudo Ryuichi sneered coldly and, after a moment, suppressed his rage and leaped off the stage.

Thankfully, the faction that had backed him hinted before the match that, despite his misfortune, he would have to endure a Death Duel to break into the top three.

In the end, though, he was very likely to finish second in the final round!

He didn’t know what the authorities had planned, but the news left him exhilarated for quite some time.

In terms of sheer strength, he was confident he wasn’t on the same level as Yenir or the General’s Son—at the very least, he was sure he was stronger than Yenir!

Meanwhile, Yenir, who had been zoning out in the stands, finally looked up and, with a thoughtful gaze, observed the staff cleaning up the battlefield.

The match was boring.

In his eyes, neither Kudo Ryuichi nor any of the other prodigies selected from various regions possessed any impressive fighting skills or abilities.

This chaotic free-for-all, which at first glance seemed fierce, ended up with only four or five fatalities; to him, it was nothing more than child’s play…

For him, battling opponents only at the Peak Third-Stage was utterly meaningless.

One had to admit that as the Divine Warrior selection reached its final round, the inherent pettiness of the Japanese Battle Zone was blatantly exposed.

The higher-ups weren’t willing to let anyone die—they wanted a piece of the pie for their own offspring.

A proper selection match had been reduced to nothing more than a prearranged showcase.

While the fights looked intense, none of them were truly determined to fight to the death.

Even the Gloved Fighter who clinched victory was, at his core, just a notch more ruthless—his strength only marginally superior to the rest.

And with the Japanese Military in need of a civilian prodigy, it was why Kudo Ryuichi managed to win the match.

As for Yenir, his innate talent was simply off the charts—no one would dare deny him a spot in the top three.

Kill… or not?

He muttered under his breath.

Beneath his vacant expression, no one knew what was truly going on in Yenir’s mind.

He glanced at the General’s Son’s documents—indeed, his innate talent was impressive. With massive resources poured in from childhood, there was nearly a 90% chance he would reach the Peak Third-Stage.

His foundation was rock-solid, and the skills he had mastered were meticulously aligned with elite standards.

In short, once he hit the Peak Third-Stage, his strength would undoubtedly rank among the best.

To Yenir, taking him out before he even had a chance to grow was a no-lose proposition.

But killing him… the risk is too great…

And who knows what the final round will hold…

Muttering to himself, Yenir casually glanced at Kudo Ryuichi, who was undergoing treatment.

The final battle was set to begin in three hours. In the meantime, Kudo Ryuichi would receive treatment, with the Military providing recovery items to restore him to his peak condition.

So if the final matchup turned into a three-way fight, it wouldn’t be unfair to Kudo Ryuichi.

In fact, from one perspective, a resounding victory would only fuel his fighting spirit further.

Maybe just take out that Gloved Fighter?

In the final match, Yenir felt it would be a waste not to eliminate a few prodigies.

Having finally infiltrated the Japanese Battle Zone and swindled the first-place reward, he planned to pocket additional supplies. Of course, if his scheme was exposed, the upper echelons of the Japanese Battle Zone would likely go into a murderous frenzy.

Next time, breaking in would be far tougher.

Thus, Yenir couldn’t shake the feeling that if he didn’t make a big move, he’d be shortchanged…

Just as he pondered his next decisive move, a member of Yamamoto Corporation briskly approached him, his face etched with seriousness as he whispered:

“Zemei, there might be a change of circumstances…”

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