Cyberpunk: I didn't cheat.

The armored vehicle also heard Vito's words. He was known for his fiery temper and was easily angered. Hearing his opponent look down on him like that, he immediately became furious.

"Kid! I'm going to send you to hell!"

Vito's lips curled slightly; this was also part of his strategy—to provoke his opponent and force them to reveal more weaknesses.

"Stop talking nonsense. I need to take that girl out to dinner after I've knocked you out!"

Vito continued his provocations.

"Damn it! You little bastard, you asked for this!"

As the bell rang, the armored vehicles immediately launched a fierce attack, while Vito maintained his distance from them with his footwork, causing the armored vehicles' attacks to frequently miss, which made him even more impatient.

"Go, armored vehicle! Take him down!"

The thugs of the Sixth Street gang started shouting. The Sixth Street gang is also a major gang in Night City. Its members are composed of veterans, former police officers, former corporate agents, and rednecks who have received crash combat training. They have a great fondness for the new American government and like to smuggle military cybernetic bodies to put on themselves. They are willing to do anything to achieve their goals.

Hearing the Sixth Street gang's clamor, the Valentino gang naturally refused to back down, as they had placed a heavy bet on Vito.

"Damn it! Vito, tear that cripple to shreds!"

What does it mean to kill someone by destroying their spirit?

He was proud that his armored vehicle had lost a leg in the unification war, and he often boasted about it to the other members of the gang.

Although his leg was crushed into a pulp by the overturned armored personnel carrier, it didn't stop him from romanticizing the incident as a battle he fought bravely against three combat drones to save his comrades, ultimately losing his leg along with the drones.

Now, the scum of Valentino are calling themselves cripples, which has enraged the armored vehicle enough to detonate the Yellowstone volcano.

He began to try more aggressive fighting moves, such as leaping up to quickly close the distance with Vito and then throwing several vicious heavy punches, each aimed at Vito's throat and facial triangle.

Vito didn't block; he continued to dodge the attacks using his footwork and dodging, while simultaneously spewing out trash talk.

"Your legs are pretty good, but why don't you put on some synthetic skin? Is it because you can't afford it? Or are you afraid people won't notice you're lame?"

The armored vehicles were moving more and more aggressively.

"What's your name? Armored Vehicle? Can you tell me your real name? To be honest, I've never heard of anyone like you, at least not on the list of outstanding contributors to the unification war. You didn't cut off your leg to try and collect disability benefits, did you? But America seems to have abolished that thing a hundred years ago. Have you never been online and didn't know?"

Vito's provocations were like daggers piercing the heart of the armored vehicle, more damaging than kicking a cripple's good leg.

In fact, the armored vehicle made a big mistake: it focused on the game instead of listening to its opponent's trash talk. It attacked Vito fiercely, but still missed every punch.

Ding~

The bell rang, and the first round ended.

Both fighters walked to their respective corners of the octagonal boxing ring.

Old Vito and Fred came to devise a strategy for Vito.

Fred encouraged him.

"Vito, that guy can't even touch the hem of your shirt. Beating him is easier than drinking a soda!"

Old Vito then gave Vito some instructions.

"Vito, your tactics were very successful, and your footwork was superb, but I'm sure this guy will be a bit overzealous next round, so you have to be careful."

Vito nodded.

On the other hand, the training team for the armored vehicles consisted of gang thugs who were only there because their fighting skills were well-known within the gang.

A thug nicknamed "Tank" offered advice from the sidelines.

"Damn it, all this guy does is hide. Armored vehicle, just corner him and then smash his head into a pulp!"

The armored vehicle gritted its teeth and nodded, its eyes blazing with fury.

After three more rounds, the armored vehicle continued its relentless attack, forcing Vito into a corner. However, Vito precisely controlled the distance to prevent the armored vehicle from succeeding. Vito also saw through the armored vehicle's intentions and prepared to turn the tables on it in the next round.

The audience booed in dissatisfaction because Vito kept dodging without throwing a punch. Valentino's gang, fearing that the boos would affect Vito, shouted loudly.

"Damn it, who the hell are you? Shut your mouths!"

"Put your mouths! If you yell again, I'll kill you scum!"

Some of the people in the Animals Gang who knew about boxing saw through Vito's intentions, but they felt that since Vito was capable of fighting an armored vehicle, he should have a real, hand-to-hand combat, instead of hopping around like a rabbit.

The bell rang for the fifth round.

This time, Vito feigned an opening and retreated to a corner. The armored vehicle, which had been holding back for a long time, was overjoyed and unleashed a powerful counterattack against Vito.

From the armored vehicle's perspective, "After taking this punch, you should just cower in a corner and take the beating."

Vito slightly lowered his body to dodge the heavy punch, then raised his right hand, using his biceps and forearm to clamp the armored vehicle's hand. He then quickly turned around and threw the armored vehicle into the corner of the octagonal boxing ring. In an instant, the offense and defense switched.

The armored vehicle, enraged by its overly forceful punch, was too slow to react, and Vito launched his own powerful attack.

Ten punches in three seconds left the armored vehicle seeing stars. It had to raise its hand to protect its head. After taking a dozen more heavy punches, Vito finally calmed the armored vehicle down.

Suddenly, Vito's attack stopped.

The armored vehicle was hit so hard that its ears started ringing.

"Is the round over?"

The armored vehicle driver breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that people are prone to serious accidents when they relax under high pressure.

The armored vehicle instinctively lowered its fist guard, and as a result, he saw a fist grow larger and larger in his eyes.

Boom!

Vito's powerful punch landed squarely on the front of the armored vehicle, which, with its back against the cage, took the blow without any resistance.

"A deliberate punch, kid!"

Vito blew on his fist.

The stadium erupted in thunderous cheers, and Valentino nearly shouted himself hoarse for the boys.

Liying excitedly hugged her friend and screamed.

"He really won! Wow! Four thousand dollars! He won a whole four thousand dollars! Wow!"

Vito's punch damaged the armored vehicle's prosthetic body, and the steel spikes hidden in his hand popped out uncontrollably.

Old Wei was shocked when he saw the steel spikes that were more than ten centimeters long. The thugs from the Sixth Street Gang hadn't come to compete; they were there to kill people.

The Sixth Street gang had clearly also placed heavy bets on the armored vehicle, and several thugs angrily drew their pistols.

The Animal Gang, who were in charge, immediately drew their weapons and pointed them at the Sixth Street Gang thugs, signaling them not to make any rash moves.

Seeing that the Sixth Street gang couldn't accept defeat, the Valentino gang also drew their guns and pointed them at the Sixth Street gang.

"Puta! Are you a sore loser? Everyone has a gun!"

The venue descended into brief chaos, but the animal gang's presence was quite intimidating, and the situation quickly calmed down.

After all, these guys are strong and skilled in martial arts, and have always been the first choice for security guards and doormen in Night City's major nightclubs. Even if the Sixth Street Gang wanted to cause trouble in the venues guaranteed by the Animal Gang, they would have to consider whether it was worth fighting these big guys.

Our protagonist, Vito, happily counted his money. This match was very close to the sixth game Vito had bet on, and Vito had made a lot of money.