As an NPC, having a lot of skills is quite reasonable, right?

The so-called deathmatch arena is actually a huge obsidian rock protruding from the magma.

The top of the obsidian was artificially flattened, forming an irregular platform with a diameter of less than twenty meters.

Due to years of high-temperature smoking and countless soakings in blood, the surface of the stone has a strange dark purple color, covered with deep marks from knife and axe cuts and blackened bloodstains.

Directly below the platform is a rushing, dark red river, a mixture of high-temperature waste liquid and molten metal discharged from the geothermal reactor.

A wave of heat, mixed with black smoke, rose up, distorting the air above and casting flickering light on the greedy faces of the gamblers in the stands.

At this moment, Gray was standing imposingly on one side of the dueling ring, not even taking off his borrowed tattered work jacket, casually rolling up his sleeves to reveal his two muscular arms.

There was no one opposite him. His four opponents had either had their arms and legs broken and were left groaning in a corner, or had been kicked into the lava below and melted away without even bubbling up.

"What, where are your experts?" Gray stretched out his little finger and picked at his ear listlessly.

"If we play one more game, we'll have won five rounds. According to the rules, I'll take all the current bets."

Looking at the group of gangsters opposite him, their faces ashen, Gray felt a long-lost sense of exhilaration.

Actually, he wasn't like this before yesterday.

As a former Holy Knight, his every word and action was bound by the thick "Knight's Code".

Faced with those scoundrels who broke the law but were protected by aristocratic laws, he was often powerless even when he was burning with anger, and could only live a miserable life in that damned procedural justice.

But yesterday at the black oil bar, that drunk guy was right: "In the downtown area, fists are the law, power is the rule. As long as you're strong enough, you can do whatever you want."

After the guy finished speaking, he didn't even pay for the drinks. He punched the bartender who tried to stop him, sending him slamming against the wall, and then swaggered away. That scene greatly shocked Gray.

"Don't be so hasty! You'll be begging for mercy soon!" Copper Tooth, a minor leader of the Black Tooth Gang, shouted from the other side of the stands, trying to maintain the facade.

Although he was yelling loudly, his legs were trembling. The first underling to go up had been slapped away by Gray, and that kind of strength made him not dare to go down in person.

"Hasn't Kano arrived yet?!" Copper Fang turned and growled at his subordinates.

"Here he comes! Here he comes! Grandpa Cano is here!"

The crowd suddenly parted to make way for a lean man with a sinister look in his eyes.

He was shirtless, his skin covered with all sorts of hideous scars.

Most striking was the device behind him: a small, high-pressure boiler emitting white smoke connected to two thick hydraulic pipes that extended to the two swords he held in his hands—Kano's signature weapons, the chainsaw twins.

This man is named Kano. Before coming to Skargard, he was a deserter from the Empire.

Because she was caught having an affair with a married man, she accidentally killed the husband who discovered her and fled to this lawless place after being wanted by the police.

With his ruthless dual-wielding skills and unique mechanical modification techniques in the lower city, he thrived here and was the Black Tooth Gang's top enforcer, paid a hefty sum to be employed.

"Is this the big guy who came to cause trouble?" Cano looked impatient, clearly having just been woken up from the woman's belly, and was in a bad mood.

"He looks like just a strong bull. I've killed at least eighty or a hundred of these kinds of guys."

He glanced at Copper Teeth: "Same as always, all the money from this match is mine, and you also have to pay me an extra 100 credits as an appearance fee."

"I was having a great time, and you guys ruined my fun."

"No problem! As long as we kill him, the money is negotiable!" Copper Tooth seemed to have grasped at a straw.

Cano cracked his neck, then stepped onto the dueling arena, carrying his twin swords.

"Hey, old man." Cano looked at Gray with disdain in his eyes.

"Let's finish this battle quickly, I need to go back and finish what I haven't done."

Gray looked at him without even lifting his eyelids: "You talk too much nonsense."

"You're asking for death!" Kano didn't care about dueling etiquette. He pushed off with his steam-powered shoes and charged towards Gray like an arrow.

In the lower city, sneak attacks, throwing lime, and kicking the groin are all common tactics. If possible, both sides don't even mind having someone break the opponent's legs offstage before bringing them up for the duel.

As he charged, the red light on the boiler behind him lit up, and high-pressure steam flowed into the double blades through the pipes.

The chainsaw at the blade began to spin wildly, simultaneously spewing out streams of scorching steam, providing tremendous kinetic energy to propel the blade's swing.

"Die!" Cano used the steam to increase his speed again, aiming straight for Gray's throat and abdomen.

Kate, standing in the stands, covered her mouth in fright, but Gray remained completely unfazed.

Just as the blade was about to strike him, he leaped high into the air, the steam-powered twin blades grazing the soles of his feet.

Before Kano could react, Gray had already clenched his right fist and thrown a simple straight punch at Kano.

Kano was, after all, a seasoned and ruthless bandit, and his reaction was extremely quick. He knew that the old man was strong and dared not confront him head-on, so he immediately crossed his two swords in front of his chest.

The boiler behind him roared wildly, all the steam pressure concentrated on his twin blades, trying to counteract Gray's punch with a reverse thrust.

In the past, when he encountered opponents with high strength, this move could not only block their attacks, but also use the recoil of the steam to knock them off the stage.

"Bang!!!" The fist slammed heavily onto the crossed swords.

Cano's sinister smile froze instantly. Gray wasn't knocked away, nor was there even a stalemate; the twin blades were actually getting closer and closer to his chest.

"Push it for me!!!" Cano roared hysterically, the pressure gauge on the boiler behind him instantly hit the red zone, and the steam jet emitted a sharp roar.

However, Gray remained unmoved. He held down the two mechanical blades that were spewing out wild jets of air with one hand, and even had the energy to taunt Copper Teeth in the stands: "This is what you call a master?"

"How is that possible?"

Kano watched as his prized mechanical twin blades gradually bent and deformed under the opponent's fist.

The chainsaw on the dual blades jammed due to overload, emitting black smoke, and the red light on the indicator flashed wildly.

"I surrender!!" Kano finally felt the fear of death.

In the lower city, face is meaningless; life is what truly matters.

Without hesitation, he shouted, "Don't kill me! I don't want the money! I admit defeat..."

"Admit defeat?" Gray's lips curled into a smirk. "Once you're on this stage, there's no reason to admit defeat."

"Didn't you just say you were in a hurry?"

Gray was also in a hurry, so he turned around and, using the rotation of his waist and abdomen, delivered a powerful backhand swing!

This blow shattered the two overloaded steam blades and struck Cano squarely on the head.

With a cracking sound as his neck bones shattered, Cano spun 720 degrees in the air like a spinning top before plunging into the molten lava below with a scream.

The entire room fell silent.

Whether they were thugs from the Black Tooth Gang or gamblers watching the spectacle, everyone gaped in astonishment.

Two punches? That madman Cano, who won dozens of matches in a row, was crippled by just two punches?

Kate, standing on the viewing platform, swallowed hard, feeling her throat go dry.

"My goodness, sir."

He had already tried to overestimate Gray's strength, but now he realized that weakness still limited his imagination.

"Run! Run!" The small leader named Copper Fang was the first to react at the edge of the deathmatch arena.

He saw that his greatest asset had been cleared away like trash, so how could he dare to stay?

The priority now is to go back and report to the boss. Even if I am punished, I won't lose my life.

He turned and tried to squeeze into the crowd at the exit, attempting to escape in the chaos, but he was stopped as soon as he crouched down.

An ordinary-looking young man was standing in front of him, looking around.

"Are you looking for death?!"

Copper Tooth was in a hurry to escape. Seeing someone blocking his way, he pulled out a high-priced "Explosive Rivet Gun" from his pocket without saying a word, and pointed the dark muzzle directly at the young man's head.

"You dare block my way? Get out of my way!!"

The young man was terrified at the sight of the gun, crouching down with his hands over his head, pleading, "Don't kill me! I just..."

However, before Copper Fang could exert any force with his fingers, he felt an iron sword pierce into him from behind. Before he could even turn around to see who it was, everything went black and he collapsed to the ground.

[Sin Value: 5 (Max)]

[Judgment: Backstab, Weakness Critical Hit]

With copper teeth falling, Moen's face was finally revealed. He grinned and said to the young man, "Don't worry."

He calmly bent down, grabbed the relatively clean corner of Tongya's undershirt, and wiped the bloodstains from the tip of his sword.

"I said I'm fine, so I'm fine."

"You earned those five coins very easily, didn't you?"