Chapter 9: The Underground Fighting Arena

I lay down on the bed that I had booked. I napped for four hours in order to recharge since I hadn't slept well the night before.

After eating dinner, I placed an online order for some gear. I had to have it, and ordering it online was both more practical and more affordable for me than going to the store. I've had to be frugal.

I extended my arms and tucked my phone into my pocket before deciding to partake in the nightlife. I have to make the most of every minute I have.

Before I could move about, I had to be concealed, so I changed into a leather jacket, black pants, and a dark green wig while applying some makeup.

I am ready for a night's adventure.

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Most people consider the night to be gloomy and terrifying.

Others also appreciate it, but what can I say about myself? I can see clearly at night since I have night vision. So to me, day and night are the same.

I arrived outside a renowned bar in a Weery city after strolling along the street and stopping at night sellers, food stands, and the market.

The music was playing, youngsters were dancing, hanging out, and drinking, but am I really here for this? -Definitely not.

I turned left after going around a bend to the right and came upon two guards standing in front of a metal door.

When they noticed the various hand motions I was making, they unlocked the door and allowed me to go inside.

The hand motion served as a coded signal and password to open the door.

I could hear people laughing, shouting, whistling, betting, and even fighting inside the metal door as I down the steps since the majority of people there were men.

I'm a lady and I'm here alone, so if anyone saw me, they could think I'm peculiar. To avoid being noticed, I blend in with the crowd.

The fact that I could now earn money here while also learning made it useful to me. I have an opportunity to get money through betting since if I don't work I'll soon be begging. I'm not extremely poor, but I currently don't have access to it.

Therefore, gambling was an alternative for making quick money, but I needed a strategy to succeed.

Possibly even you guys guessed it. I'm currently in the underground battleground. You might be mistaken if you believe that I'm only here to have fun.

Many people are unaware that there existed an underground arena beneath a well-known tavern. Where else but here can you learn to live better?

I carefully observed some of the battles in the arena while seated in a corner. Since I am smart and intelligent, I might learn by watching others instead of risking injury or working hard just to get experience.

I possessed a deadly aptitude that allowed me to pick up any skill quickly and easily without having to put in years of laborious practice that could be learned only by careful observation.

I registered my name after realizing that the reward money was hefty for the winner. Since I will be the final fighter today, I went back to my seat.

In addition to fighting today, I need to earn as much money as I can. I looked around to see if someone had more experience or was a betting specialist than I did.

Since this was my second visit, Let's not discuss why the first time I was here.

Then I noticed a young man with a bright object on his head. He was attempting to get people around him to bet, but they were all ignoring him and having a good time instead.

He would have fantastic sales and lots of bonuses if he were in the marketing industry, but instead, he was yelling to be ignored.

He was wearing a silver cap, which was really shiny. I walked to him.

"Hey, why is everyone ignoring you? Are you a fraud? " I asked.

"Who the hell are you to poke your nose at me? Whatever I do, that's my business." He had quite an attitude and was hot-tempered. Or maybe he was irritated that he couldn't earn money.

"It's not that I am finding fault with you. But have you ever thought about why are all ignoring you? If you listen to me and do as I say we both can benefit. What do you think??" I tried to apply the soft- approach.

He remained quiet for a minute, looked at me from head to toe, and said " Miss, why should I do as you say? Maybe you will make me do things I don't want to do such as flirting, seduction trap, or kicking a fuss which I don't do but I would like to know why everyone is ignoring me?"

What an innocent and upright person. Haha...good.

"It's not that I will not tell you the reason but will you be able to solve it with your brain?"

"Umm...Okay, I will do as you say but if it's against my life principles I won't do it. Also if we can't earn money you will pay me 10 thousand." He reacted so quickly and accepted the fact.

"No problem. But the benefit will be divided into 3:7 three for you seven for me. What do you say??"

"Uhh….Deal. What's the plan?"

I appreciate someone who makes decisions so quickly. It will be pleasurable to work with him. He might have needed money.

I spoke with him, and we agreed that he should wager on me because I will be fighting in the arena. He was so surprised by the plan that he couldn't stop gaping and staring at me till I arrived at the arena.

Though he won't realize it now, I knew he was regretting choosing to work with me. I gave him my betting money to use against me when I left.

After a long period, I could stretch my muscles. I was excited.

As I entered the ring for the fight, everyone gasped.

Fewer women entered the underground arena, but they were hardly enough to initiate a battle.

This diversion allowed my companion to start betting on me. The crowd was enraged.

Most people bet against me, but some did on me, and that's what I intended. I might succeed in both the wager and the prize money.

A forty-five-year-old man was my first opponent. I believe that was his first time in the arena, and his body seemed okay. He was attacking me, and I was only defending myself.

I had prior special force training, so how could he oppose me? He only managed a few attacks before his stamina ran out and he was forced to stop. He conceded defeat.

Wasn't he an easy opponent? I didn't do anything.

An early-thirties tall man was my second adversary.

He attempted to employ sneaky tactics as I was protecting myself by blocking his strikes. I gave him a good kick to the major area of his body, and he knelt down and conceded defeat.

Everyone was thrilled about my last match but believed that the first two were easily won for me. They might have believed I would lose.

For the first two matches, where he won a lot, my companion was really pleased; nevertheless, for my third match, he was very anxious.

I learned that the sixth-ranked fighter in the arena would be my last opponent.