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"Hey, sir, are you from the mafia or a talent agency?"

Just then, a loud crash was heard as someone slammed into the backstage area from the stage.

"I'm back again!" The man slammed the rubber bottle to the ground. "Now I've advanced, haven't I?"

That person... was still a gate guard.

After all, he was a true powerhouse. In just a few minutes, the gatekeeper had carved out another bloody path—a real "bloody path." This time, the gatekeeper was far from "elegant"; he showed no mercy, knocking countless gangsters flying as he quickly retrieved the rubber bottles.

Hanon peeked outside and saw that more than half of the more than four hundred people in the area had fallen. After nearly ten minutes of melee, many people were already exhausted, and with the commotion at the gate, only a few dozen gangsters were still able to stand and continue searching for the token and engaging in physical combat.

In fact, at this stage of the battle, those with absolute strength have already stood out. The remaining ones are undoubtedly strong individuals with amazing perseverance and excellent skills, but they can only be considered as "ordinary people".

After waiting a few more minutes, the seventh contestant to advance was born—Harada Tokujiro, an acquaintance of Kanon and a fighter from the Kengan Association. He had achieved a nine-game winning streak in the Kengan tournament and was undoubtedly a top-tier fighter. After a hard-fought battle, Harada emerged as the best of the worst and successfully advanced.

Harada was already the last big guy among the short ones, and the melee that followed... was tragic, utterly tragic.

Watching the last person to advance crawl out of the "mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood," while she herself was not far from dying, covered in blood, all she could do was hug a rubber bottle and grin foolishly, Hana couldn't help but click her tongue: "This is really too cruel."

Author's Note: Next comes the grouping and battles.

Section 433, Chapter 427: The Battlefield of Flesh and Blood, Grouping and First Battle

Is the qualifying round brutal? Yes, it is brutal.

In the end, apart from the eight who made it to the finals, almost no one on the first floor of the nightclub was left standing. As the preliminary rounds ended, the neon lights went out and the main lights came on, and the music stopped. All that remained were the wounded, with broken teeth, glass shards, and wood chips soaking in blood, alcohol, and even urine. Groans, muffled groans, cries for help, and curses filled the air, becoming the new theme song of the hall.

But the brutal preliminary rounds were over after all, and the ruthless gangsters didn't care about those who had lost. When the lights came on, the audience on the second floor stood up and cheered and applauded.

"Taro Iwamura of the Inugami Group from Japan; Kaoru Hanayama of the Hanayama Group from Japan; Charlie Faith of the Irish Mafia from the United States; Shu-Wen Lung of the Bamboo Union Gang from China; Joaquin Hua of the Onoch Society from China; Tohei Daimon of the Muun Group from Japan; Tokujiro Harada of the Banseikai from Japan; and Cohen Chase of the British Razor Gang. These are the eight who have made it to the final round."

While the staff were clearing the venue, the host casually announced the list of finalists, making no mention of what happened to the losers. Honestly, even the Briton Cohen, who ultimately advanced, looked like he was about to collapse; it seemed like someone in the lobby outside might actually have died!

"Although everyone here is vying for the title of 'Invincible Man'..." After experiencing it firsthand, Hanon gained a deeper understanding of the Otherworld: "But this world is really not a realm that good men should set foot in. Overall, it's terrible. Listen, there's blood flowing like a river outside, and these people are still cheering."

At this point, the audience's shouts had changed from celebration to anticipation; they were waiting for the group results, especially the Japanese gangsters, who were arrogant and full of expectation.

Four Japanese players were in the final rounds, which is an absolutely outstanding performance, although it doesn't seem like a good thing for a country to be particularly strong in the underworld...

The host continued discussing the group assignments: "I'm sure everyone is curious about how the eight finalists will be grouped. It's actually quite simple and fair. There are letters on the bottom of the rubber bottles each player brought back—two of each of A, B, C, and D. So we'll use these letters as the basis for grouping! Please look at the big screen—"

The screen in the nightclub that was originally playing music videos changed its display to eight rubber bottles, each labeled with the name of the contestant who had advanced. A bunny girl faced the camera and knocked over the bottles one by one, making the group results immediately clear.

"Hahahaha!" The gate guards burst into loud laughter: "Heaven will punish us! Heaven will punish us!"

He made a throat-slitting gesture at the afro-haired teenager, "Joaquin": "Shameless brat, prepare to die!"

That's right, he and Hana are both "C" and they will meet in the first round. The grudges they just formed in the martial arts world will soon be settled in the martial arts world.

"Hahahaha!" Another person who burst into laughter was Taro Iwamura from the Inugami Group. He had been drawn into Group B, and his opponent would be the British guy, Cohen, who was more out of breath than in. It was uncertain whether he could stay sober during the match.

It seems Iwamura's luck is truly incredible...

There was no time for a third person to burst into laughter. The group results had just been announced when the camera immediately switched back to the host: "Our venue is ready. Now, please welcome the first group of contestants!"

"So fast?" Kanon was astonished. This was even faster than the Kengan Association's deadly elimination matches! Were the yakuza really this efficient? And this nightclub didn't seem to have a dedicated ring...

Wait a minute, what do you mean by "the site is cleared"?

Hanon peeked out from backstage and saw no arena at all. The so-called "cleaned-up" area was actually just a clearing made up of the first floor of the nightclub that was originally full of wounded soldiers. The seriously wounded who were on the verge of death were dragged away for treatment, while the gangsters who were not seriously injured, even if they were covered in blood and had broken bones, were ignored. They were simply dragged to the side and their bodies were used as a boundary to demarcate a "arena".

Although they were eliminated in the preliminaries, those people were qualified to participate in the Grand Prix after all. They were really tough. Those who were unconscious obediently formed a human wall, while those who were awake cheered and roared, acting as the closest spectators and heating up the atmosphere.

Yes, the bar brawls during the preliminary rounds are commonplace for gangsters. Now, when they fight in the streets, they are surrounded by a crowd of onlookers and cheerers. Isn't that also the battlefield that gangsters are most used to?

"Glug." After downing the drink in one gulp, Kaoru Hanayama put down his glass and let out a long sigh: "I'm really looking forward to this battle."

Charlie Firth, sitting opposite him, nodded: "I need to get ready. You go first."

So Kaoru Hanayama stood up and strode out from backstage.

He and Fries were the two teams facing off in Group A.

Huashan is incredibly popular within the yakuza community. Whether it's people from Asia, Japan, Korea, Europe, or America, the entire nightclub erupts in cheers the moment he appears, as if welcoming a hero.

This scene even bewildered the old-school gangster, Daimon Tohei: "Tch, is this what they call idol stars? Young people play the game differently than we did back then..."

“But the core of manhood hasn’t changed.” Hearing the words from the doorway, another old gangster, Charlie Firth, suddenly spoke up from a distance.

At this moment, Firth had taken off his coat, revealing his bare chest and steely muscles. Several henchmen with baseball bats stood beside him.

"Come on!" Fies gave the order, and several of his henchmen grabbed baseball bats and started pounding them on him. A barrage of blows ensued, but Fies seemed oblivious, instead yelling, "Haven't you guys eaten? Go for it!"

"Crack—" The result of the force was that the underlings broke the baseball bat in their hands, but Fess remained unmoved, and there wasn't even a bruise on his body.

"Wow! What a tough guy!" Damen Dubing's eyes lit up. "If you advance to the finals, you'll be a good opponent for me!"

“I’m looking forward to it.” Firth put on his suit, shook his head, and said, “Warm-up complete, in good shape, it’s time to go.”

The gatekeepers watched Fies walk out of the backstage area, clearly admiring the old tough guy.

Although Fries' appearance did not shock the crowd as much as Huashan's, it still drew loud cheers from the American gangsters. He was a seeded player in the Grand Prix and had high odds on the outside.

Between Fies and Huashan, who is the better player?

The host also came to the area surrounded by a human wall. This person is really multi-talented, even acting as a referee.

However, gang matches don't have many rules to begin with, and the referees are practically just for show.

"The rules of the competition are that weapons are not allowed in the arena. The two sides will fight until one side loses consciousness or surrenders. Apart from that, there are no restrictions, and life and death are irrelevant..." After saying this, the host waved his hand: "The first battle of the final eight begins!"

However, neither of the two players on the field moved.

"Start! It's starting!" The host, confused, had no choice but to raise the microphone and announce it again, but Huashan and Feisi had their own rhythm and ignored him.

"The wine here is quite good," Hua Shan said, making a seemingly unrelated remark. He and Fei Si had been drinking silently together, as if they had already developed some kind of tacit understanding.

Upon hearing this, Fies nodded in agreement: "Indeed, I drank twenty glasses. How about you?"

"Pretty much."

"Haha, that's great." Fries cracked his knuckles. "After you fall to the ground, I'm sure you'll have a good dream."

After saying that, Fes launched an attack. His heavy punch, without any variation or technique, hit Hanayama Kaoru squarely in the face!

Author's Note: The fourth update should be around 22 PM, but if all goes well, it might be a little earlier.

Don't worry too much about the other people's duels taking up too much space. There are only eight people in total, so it won't be too long.

Section 434, Chapter 428: Men's Blood and Tears

Charlie Firth's fist, as big as a sandbag, slammed into Kaoru Hanayama's face with a loud thud.

"Ouch—just hearing the sound makes me cringe." Hanon stuck out her little tongue. Having fought with Shiba Chiharu, Suzuran, and Hōsen's delinquents before, she knew that this was the norm for gang fights. However, it was still quite a sight to see experts like Fies and Hanayama, with such immense strength fighting each other without any protection!

Under the force of Fei Si's iron fist, Hanayama Kaoru's nose bled profusely, and he took a step back.

This effect was enough to secretly alarm the Japanese underworld figures. As far as they knew, Hanayama was extremely brave and powerful, and in battle he was invincible. Apart from the rumor that he lost to another boy when he first started out a few years ago, there was no news of Hanayama being defeated or even slightly at a disadvantage.

Therefore, Firth has reason to be proud; although his punch had a weak effect, it was actually a very good performance.

But every match has to have a winner and a loser. There's always an exchange, and when one punch fails to knock down Huashan, Huashan returns the favor with his own.

How would you describe that punch?

About three minutes later, one of the viewers, who had recovered from the shock, still couldn't help but tremble when he recalled Kaoru Hanayama's fist.

“It’s simple physics.” This gangster boss, who came from the technologically advanced United States, began to search his mind for the reason for Firth’s defeat: “Kaoru Hanayama’s weight of over 360 pounds, plus the grip strength that could crush a force gauge, plus the youthful energy and speed, combined with his destructive power… it’s simply impossible to measure!”

"Feez's defeat was not unjust."

In fact, Charlie Firth's performance was indeed excellent. As a veteran gangster who was nearly fifty years old, his strength was beyond doubt. He was strong enough to withstand a full-force attack from Kaoru Hanayama without falling down!

However, no one who takes this punch will fare too well.

Charlie Firth was thrown back more than ten steps until his body slammed into the wall of people, transferring the force to several gangsters and sending them flying before he stopped. Then he coughed up blood, his balance completely disrupted, and he staggered back to Huashan.

After one round, exchanging a punch, the outcome of the match was already clear.

However, neither side lost consciousness nor admitted defeat.

Despite his injuries, Charlie Firth threw another punch at Huashan.

"What a tough guy!" This was the thought of everyone in the nightclub, including the highly discerning Guo Haihuang, Fei Si's rival Hanayama Kaoru, and our protagonist Hana.

"But it's just that his spirit is commendable." Everyone had this clear judgment.

Feis' second punch didn't hurt Huashan at all—it was a miracle that he could even raise his hand—Huashan silently endured Feis' attack, then he turned around again, gathered his strength, and delivered a second, unreserved heavy punch to Feis.

"Ah!" Among the audience was a female gang leader, who was more soft-hearted. She screamed and could no longer bear to watch.

Without a doubt, this punch could have killed Fies on the spot.

"Bang!" Fies flew out, flying far away, and landed directly outside the wall of people. The gangsters in the wall of people he had just leaped over all reached out and touched their faces.

There was blood there, blood that Fries had sprayed all the way. As the saying goes, a man sheds blood but not tears. This was probably the first time Fries, a man who had won two thousand fights in his life, had tasted the tears of regret after his defeat.

But... "Huh?" People were shocked again. They saw that Fies had stood up again. He wasn't dead! Could he fight again?

However, this time, Fess did not return to Hanayama to fight again. The host went over to check on him and then announced, "He has lost consciousness... The winner is Hanayama Kaoru! Quick, call the doctor!"

"Hmm." That's what everyone expected...

Next, the entire audience applauded for Firth, this tough guy, and of course, the applause was also a congratulation to Kaoru Hanayama, one of the most prominent figures in the Japanese yakuza in recent years, whose strength is truly undeniable.

In the stands, Guo Haihuang muttered to himself, "Hmm, it's really going to be a big test for Ye Yatou to face him."

Backstage, Hana-on also found Hanayama troublesome.

"Hmm, this man is so powerful. In terms of striking power, he is no weaker than Wakatsuki Samurai. I wonder if my ability to absorb force is sufficient to deal with him?"