No Rules, No Mercy

Zelen threw a high kick, and Viktor raised his forearm to block it. Without missing a beat, Viktor countered with a swift elbow aimed at Zelen's ribs. But Zelen spun away, using the momentum to sweep Viktor's legs.

Caught off guard, Viktor staggered but managed to catch himself mid-fall, planting one hand on the floor and flipping backward.

"Damn it…..... this bastard isn't letting me..." Viktor barely had time to think before he saw Zelen already closing in.

Meanwhile…

"You bastard, using cheap tricks!" Tomasz gritted his teeth, trying to fall back, but Nitwit didn't let up.

Tomasz blinked vigorously, his vision blurring from the dust stinging his eyes. Desperate, he started throwing wild punches, his growing frustration exposing his struggle.

"Blind and helpless...… You're making this way too easy." Nitwit smirked, firing a swift crescent kick aimed at Tomasz's ribs.

Tomasz barely managed to sidestep, feeling the rush of air as the kick missed him. Dropping low, he attempted a wild sweep, but Nitwit easily hopped over it.

"Are you fighting a ghost?" Nitwit mocked before jabbing Tomasz's shoulder with a quick one-two combination.

Tomasz screamed in frustration, blindly raising his arms to block. He managed to deflect one strike but took a sharp kick to his thigh.

"Hey, you saw that! They're cheating! Stop the match!" Sebastian shouted at the referee.

The referee met Sebastian's furious gaze and replied calmly, "I never said there were any rules for this fight....… except one. So, everything is fair."

"What? Are you insane?!" Ethan stepped between them.

"Calm down. If we start fighting here, they'll just get more distracted. Those bastards are taunting them on purpose," Nitin said, placing a firm hand on Sebastian and Ethan's shoulders.

"Then can we help them?" Sebastian pointed toward the arena.

Inside the arena, Nitwit landed a sharp kick to Tomasz's chest.

"Stay down, you bastard."

Before Tomasz could recover, Nitwit followed up with a rising elbow that clipped Tomasz's jaw.

Tomasz spat blood as Viktor and Nitin's group grew more concerned.

But Nitwit didn't give him a second to breathe...he drove his knee into Tomasz's gut and finished with a roundhouse kick that sent Tomasz crashing to the ground.

"That's right...… Crawl back to where you belong." Nitwit smirked before shifting his focus to Envia.

Tomasz was still moving, but his mind was going blank.

On the other side of the arena…...

Matteo blinked rapidly, his tears struggling to clear the dust from his eyes. Envia darted in with a sharp jab, the punch grazing Matteo's temple.

Matteo instinctively raised his arms to defend himself, but Envia scoffed. "You fool….... You can't fight me if you can't even see."

Envia threw a left hook, then drove a low kick into Matteo's lead leg.

"Wait! Hey, guys, sense their PBV and fight! Stop fighting like idiots!" Nitin shouted.

Miles smirked. "Guess it's time to use it." He reached into his bag.

Envia sneered. "Pointless....… Oh, look! Matteo, your little dog is barking."

Before Matteo could react, an uppercut slammed into his jaw, followed by an elbow to the face and a roundhouse kick. A loud thud echoed as Matteo hit the ground.

"Matteo! Tomasz!" Viktor gritted his teeth as he dodged Zelen's relentless left and right hooks.

Zelen suddenly stopped, smirking. "Looks like your friends have had enough. Just beg, and we might forgive you."

Viktor's body tensed. I'm going to kill him. His blood boiled as Zelen's words echoed in his head.

That bastard….... How dare he mock my friends? What does he know about what we've been through? Who gave him the right to speak about them?

Viktor clenched his fists. I learned from them. We fought together. We fought each other....… But through it all, we found something. We're in this together.

His breath was ragged, his body shaking from the damage he had taken. One more hit, and he'd probably black out.

Amidst the chaos, Miles slipped away from the arena unnoticed.

"I can't believe nobody saw me…... He frowned. That voice...… Who was it? And what's their ability?"

"Hey, wait! Let's take him down together!" Nitwit took a step forward.....

BOOM!

Something exploded under his foot. It wasn't strong enough to kill, but it sent him crashing face-first into the ground.

"What the hell was that?!"

Everyone's eyes darted toward the black fruits scattered across the arena—the same ones from Livio's dungeon.

Small, not deadly… but still lethal.

Tomasz took advantage of the moment. Mustering every last ounce of strength, he lunged at Nitwit.

With swift precision, he hooked Nitwit's arm and locked his legs around his waist, securing a tight body triangle. Using his weight, he drove Nitwit's face into the ground, pinning his free arm behind his back. He applied just enough pressure to prevent an escape, knowing he only had seconds before the tide turned again.

"Now, Viktor!" Tomasz shouted.

"What's he planning?" Zelen and Envia turned toward Nitwit.

"Wait—" Zelen spun back to look for Viktor....

But Viktor was gone.

"Zelen, help Nitwit!" Envia shouted—

THWACK!

A perfectly timed roundhouse kick smashed into Envia's neck, knocking him out cold. But Matteo collapsed as well—he was conscious but too battered to stand.

"You bastard—!" Zelen turned to chase Viktor, but it was already too late.

Viktor delivered a precise jab just behind Nitwit's ear, knocking him out instantly.

He barely had time to turn before...

CRACK!

Zelen's kick slammed into Viktor's ribs, followed by a brutal knee to his gut and an uppercut that sent him crashing to the ground.

The crowd erupted into chaos.

Now, only two fighters remain standing—Zelen and Viktor.

And with the black fruits scattered all over the arena…....

This fight was far from over.