The referee ran to Cain, checked on him, but Cain had passed out. He walked to Silva and lifted his hands up.
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“Your winner, Death Wish!” the referee called.
The entire place was silent for a moment, and then it suddenly burst into cheers and cries.
No one had expected that Silva would be the underdog who rose to defeat one of the strongest fighters in the Pig’s Pot.
Legion had watched the whole fight closely, and he could tell Silva was a veteran. He had seen too many not to know. Silva was still fresh off the bat, so many people would assume he would lose to some of the stronger fighters.
This was an opportunity for Legion. He could make a huge sum from him. Legion got up and ran to the ring, whispering something into the referee’s ear.
The referee had a look that said, Are you sure about that? Legion nodded.
“Well, in the spirit of fighting, Death Wish will still be fighting, and his next opponent is the Cave Man, the Reaper of Bones, the Wearer of Skin—Rando!” the referee yelled.
When the crowd heard the fight, they roared in excitement. Who didn’t know the Cave Man here? He was one of the strongest, someone who had decided to give his life to fighting—a man who had even evolved and had the strength of an elite.
Silva looked at the referee, walked to him, and held him by the shirt.
“Why am I being set for a fight I didn’t agree to?” Silva asked.
The referee was shocked, but he managed to keep his calm.
“Well, as long as you are still inside the ring, the contract states that you can still be set for a fight,” he said.
Silva let out a smile. He calmly took in a breath.
“That’s the game you want to play, then? Well, I’ll make sure I end your little Cave Man,” Silva said and pushed him aside.
The Cave Man walked in. He wasn’t what Silva expected. He had a good build, but he wasn’t extremely big. However, his body exuded so much power.
He stared at Silva like he was ready to rip him apart. Silva decided to check his stats with Dragon Eyes.
Rando had stats in the thousands. It seemed he was a really powerful human, but still, it was nothing for Silva to fear. Rando was a level 2 evolved, but to Silva, that was still nothing.
The referee had barely given the go-ahead to fight when Rando already charged, his hand opening up like a claw, ready to strike.
He went for Silva’s head immediately, but Silva took a step back, dodging the claw by just an inch. He then sped in and parried the arm, sending a punch for Rando’s face. But Rando was fast—he used his second arm to quickly block the punch.
Rando was pushed back by the punch. He looked shocked. He didn’t understand how Silva had the strength to push him back. In truth, Silva was not supposed to be able to push him back, because his strength was only at a thousand now while Rando’s was higher.
But as usual, he was Silva, and he could use a higher percentage of his strength compared to the normal.
Rando moved in for another attack. He sent in a flurry of punches. The punches were fast, all aimed right at Silva’s head. Silva crouched behind his arm. The punches landed on his arms repeatedly, pushing him back several steps.
He smiled while looking at Rando through his arms, waiting for the right moment. And after a lot of punches, Rando finally lagged in one punch, and that was exactly what Silva needed. He charged in, using that slight gap to land his own punch.
The punch connected, and Rando was pushed back. Blood spilled from his broken nose, his head swinging back.
Silva followed up, using his own punch combo, each punch to a different side of the face so Rando couldn’t block. When Rando felt like he had fully adapted and would be able to block, Silva went low and punched his kidney, then swung under and punched the second kidney.
He took a step back and used a roundhouse kick right to Rando’s head. Rando’s head swung to the side like a whip, and as it returned, Silva entered with another punch.
Silva maneuvered to the back and grabbed Rando, lifting him up for a German suplex. Boom! The impact of Rando’s head against the ground sounded like a bomb.
Silva quickly got up and grabbed Rando’s leg. He pulled it, then raised his leg and stomped right into Rando’s chest. He picked Rando up by the neck and pulled his head up, headbutting him before letting his head fall to the ground.
Rando struggled back to his feet, his eyes burning with rage. He roared like a madman and charged at Silva again.
He went only for a one-two punch. Silva dodged the first one by stepping back, and then for the second one, he bent low to dodge before coming up with the same uppercut that had finished Cain.
The punch landed with a loud bang. Rando’s head shot back, but he was not out of the fight. However, Silva was not done. He maneuvered to his back again and grabbed him, taking him for another German suplex.
Rando slammed into the ground for the second time. Silva made his way to the front, grabbed Rando’s feet, pulled him, and tossed him into the wall.
“Rando, you done?” Silva asked as Rando lay on the ground.
The crowd watched in anticipation to see what would become of this fight. Would Rando lose to Death Wish?
Rando struggled back to his feet. He was bloodied everywhere, barely able to stand, but the craze in his eyes was still there.
“A fighter till the end, I guess,” Silva said with a smile as he walked to Rando.