People in the Alliance, Time Management Master

Sett's name had long been known in this fighting arena—unparalleled strength and incredible resilience. Even if his fighting style was completely unorthodox, he could still crush his opponents with sheer power and ferocity.

It's a tough nut to crack...

“This is going to be interesting.” Bolton sounded excited. “That guy named Sett has only been in the business for half a month, and he’s already qualified to challenge the old champion. He’s really something.”

"Ah."

Mu Bai responded indifferently, glancing at the muscular man who had no attendants beside him.

This is a pleasant surprise... Jinfu is pretty good, I can try to win him over.

A Noxian born of a Vastaya, he endured criticism and cold stares from a young age, but defied fate with his iron fists, making him a perfect protagonist template in a novel.

"But unfortunately, his opponent is too strong," Bolton continued to analyze. "Cabidobha is a well-established champion. Tonight may be a tough battle for him, but he has no chance of losing."

"Is that so?" Mu Bai chuckled. "But I think Sett will win."

“Impossible, Mr. Mu Bai. I know their record very well; Kabidoba cannot possibly lose.”

"Shall we make a bet?"

"no problem."

Bolton confidently waved his hand, and a waiter in charge of managing the fighting arena's betting pool immediately came over.

"Five silver coins, bet on Capitoba to win."

“Then I’ll bet…” Mu Bai thought for a moment, then poured all the gold coins from his bag onto the tray. “Thirty gold coins, Serti wins.”

"Are you sure?" The waiter looked surprised as he looked at the gold coins piled up in one corner of the tray.

There are people who want to gamble a lot on Sett winning, but betting this much is a bit...

"Mr. Mu Bai, please stop!" Bolton panicked as well. Thirty gold coins were no small sum; they were practically a fortune. Giving them away to the fighting arena would be foolish.

It would be better to use that money to buy more weapons for the resistance.

"Since we're looking for excitement, let's go all the way." Mu Bai smiled and waved his hand, indicating that the waiter could leave.

Bolton watched helplessly as the waiter took away the plate of gold coins, his face turning green with anxiety.

His goal tonight was to have some fun with Mu Bai and then figure out a way to get him to stay, but given the current situation...

If they lose money or get upset, it will be even less likely that they will be able to win them over!

"Don't worry, it's not certain who will win or lose yet," Mu Bai comforted him.

"Yes..." Bolton forced a smile that looked worse than bitterness, secretly planning to treat the other party to a late-night snack with the money he won later.

Or we could find a brothel... In short, we need to keep him calm.

The two people offstage had different thoughts, while the two onstage were ready for battle.

Kabidoba cracked his knuckles and was the first to mock the other: "I just beat a Vastaya down, and now another bastard who's not even as good as a Vastaya has appeared?"

A flash of anger crossed Sett's eyes, but he didn't retort.

He goes through this low-level provocation tactic in every game.

He prefers to retaliate with his fists rather than with meaningless verbal attacks.

Chapter Nineteen: The mighty man, the mighty man! The whole audience cheers!

As the referee's bell rang, Cabidoba began his attack.

His relentless, continuous punches give his opponent no chance to breathe. His strengths lie in his stamina and power; his moves are simple yet effective.

Sett placed his hands in front of him, blocking one heavy blow after another, but never retaliated.

"Is that all you've got?!" Kabidoba roared, each punch more powerful and faster than the last.

Faced with his opponent's provocation, Sett simply covered his head in defense without offering any resistance, and his abdomen and arms were soon covered with bruises.

The game became one-sided in less than a minute.

The murmurs in the stands grew louder and louder, with hundreds of people chanting Kabidoba's name in unison. No one thought there was any suspense left in the match.

Even the gamblers who had bet on Sett believed that victory belonged to Kabidoba.

That was a complete stomp! It was like a professional boxer playing with a child; there was nothing to watch. Sett's performance was extremely disappointing!

"Looks like I'll make a small fortune today." In the audience, a wealthy businessman patted his belly smugly, as if he could already see the beautiful scene of gold coins flowing into his account.

The odds for betting on Kabidoba are 1.2, while those for Sett are 1.6. Although the former's odds are not too high, they are stable enough that it is basically impossible to lose money.

As he listened to the chatter around him, Bolton's face grew increasingly grim.

Although he also bet on Kabidoba, what are five silver coins? If Kabidoba wins, he will earn one silver coin, while Mu Bai will lose thirty gold coins.

Ugh……

"Did someone just bet dozens of gold coins on that bastard?"

The fat businessman and his companion looked at Mu Bai with smiles, their disdain evident on their faces, practically ready to call him a stupid donkey.

"There are always some people who think they can find business opportunities that others can't see. Haha, what foolish arrogance."

Bolton raised an eyebrow, about to get up and teach the two a lesson, but Mu Bai pressed down on his shoulder in time, "Don't rush, Sett's fists will give the answer."

“I’m sorry…” Bolton sighed and sat up straight again.

The match continues on the ring.

Carbidopa's relentless barrage of punches never stopped, like a fully fueled engine that would never cease until its energy was completely depleted.

In contrast, Sett—defending, blocking, dodging, and taking hits—didn't act like a boxer at all; he was more like a cowardly coward.

But is that really the case?

It's likely only Sett himself who knows.

"Coward! Bastard!" Kabidoba grew increasingly excited as he fought, his previous caution and fear completely replaced by elation. "You're just as worthless as your father! Ha ha, both cowards!"

Upon hearing the word "father," Sett's forehead veins bulged instantly, but he ultimately resisted the urge to throw a punch.

Almost there... he thought, the odds haven't reached their peak yet...

The betting odds at this fight arena are slightly different from others—the deadline for placing bets is not before the start of the match, but before the winner is determined.

Different odds apply to betting at different times; that is, the more dominant the game is and the closer it is to the end of the match, the more money you can win by betting on Kapidoba.

If the outcome is an upset, the fighting arena will make a fortune, and the money he receives will increase accordingly.

So he had to be patient and wait until the audience had calmed down enough before he could start his attack.

Because... if he retaliates, one punch will end the match.

"Kill him, Kabidoba!" The shouts from the stands were deafening. "Stop wasting time! Kill him already and then have a fight!"

"Beat that bastard to a pulp!"

"Let him slink away in disgrace, just like his father!"

"A bastard born of a Noxian bastard and a Vastaya bitch, ptooey!"

All sorts of vile insults and slanders echoed in the fighting arena, but Sett paid no attention to them, silently calculating the time.

After enduring another half minute of beating, he felt it was about time.

"Did you enjoy the fight?" He grinned, his blood-stained lips parting slightly, and stared at his opponent with swollen eyes. "Remember this, this will be the most dignified and glorious moment of your life."

"Huh?" Kabidoba's anger flared, and he threw a powerful punch with all his might.

Then, his fist was caught—at a speed he couldn't see.

In terms of strength, he was absolutely suppressed; he couldn't even pull his arm back!

"If you survive, remember to say one thing to your opponent next time you step into the ring—"

Sett laughed heartily, and with a slight exertion of his left hand, he instantly snapped the other man's wrist.

"Tell them that you left a scar on Sett's face!"

With a single punch, the entire arena trembled.

The air vibrated, shrieked, and escaped. Kabidoba's face was like a mold placed on a sponge, his features squeezed into his flesh, accompanied by the crisp sound of bones breaking.

A mighty boxing champion, defeated in a single blow.

The shouts from the audience abruptly stopped, and disbelief was written on those greedy faces.

They couldn't see what happened in that instant, but they could clearly feel the power of the final punch.

Given Cabidoba's miserable condition, it couldn't possibly be a fixed match...

Sett has the ability; he was just hiding it before...

The fighting arena was completely silent.

Then a burst of crisp applause rang out—the person clapping was naturally Mu Bai.

"One to six, forty-eight gold coins, hurry up." He waved to the waiter with a satisfied look on his face.

The fat, wealthy businessman next door wore a look of utter disgust, muttering to his companion that there was definitely something fishy going on, and that he would send someone to investigate the shady dealings soon.

"This... Sett actually won..." Bolton clicked his tongue, happier about losing money than winning it.

When the waiter brought over a tray full of gold coins, Sett was already ready to fight the next match.

Seeing his eager expression for gold coins and victory, Mu Bai had a sudden inspiration. Instead of taking the forty-eight gold coins that were his, he asked the waiter:

"Does the fight arena accept on-site registration? I want to use these gold coins to gamble again."

As soon as he finished speaking, the waiter and the onlookers around him all showed expressions of astonishment.

A fan challenges a newly crowned champion to a one-hit knockout victory over a veteran boxing champion?

Surely no one would actually become a spectator just because they're invincible?

“That’s against the rules…” the waiter said, “but I can ask the manager for you.”

"can!"

Before the waiter could turn around, a cheerful shout came from the person in charge of the fighting arena.

Although this match was an upset, the eighteen gold coins that Mu Bai won were still a significant amount for him, and it would be even better if he could earn them back.