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Chapter 357: - The Main Antagonist Won Big

[Level: 129]

[Class: Unique - Super Novice | Unique - Royal Blacksmith | Unique - Rift Digger]

[Health: 2,580 | Mana: 4,188]

[Strength: 865 | Agility: 324 | Intelligence: 349 | Constitution: 258 | Stamina: 250]

[Charisma: 100 | Luck: 35 | Dexterity: 50 | Survival: 30 | Perception: 20]

[Available Stat Points: 70]

[Weight: 553/5190]

Broken took a moment to check his overall stats, knowing that a death match required careful consideration. He still had 70 unspent stat points, and he knew exactly where they needed to go. Without any armor or weapons equipped-only wearing his rings-it was clear that Constitution and Stamina were lagging behind the rest of his stats.

Deciding quickly, he allocated 35 points into Constitution and 35 into Stamina. It was a smart move-those stats had been falling behind, and now they were finally catching up.

Without his extraordinary armor and weapons, his stats appeared fairly ordinary, though still impressive for his level. In fact, his total stats were comparable to a level 180 player, thanks to the extra stat points he had gained from achievements, not just by leveling up.

[Strength: 865 | Agility: 324 | Intelligence: 349 | Constitution: 293 | Stamina: 285]

With his Constitution and Stamina boosted, Broken\'s stats now appeared more balanced. He wasn\'t too worried about being killed easily; after all, he had Ethereal Form, which would trigger automatically if he was on the verge of death, and it required no Mana to activate. Still, he had no intention of revealing that trump card in front of the crowd.

The bell rang, signaling the start of the match.

The demon charged at him confidently, aiming a punch straight at him. For the opening move, Broken deflected the hit with the outer part of his arm to measure the demon\'s strength, though he was pushed back slightly.

Not bad. It could provide him with a little fun for a real challenge in a battle.

The demon quickly followed up with punches from both the left and right. Broken dodged with precise movements, slipping to the sides and ducking under each attack before putting some distance between them. He smiled, realizing this demon had better combat skills than his previous opponents.

While some fighters relied solely on brute force, this one knew how to use proper footing to maximize their attack power. But Broken was far better in this aspect.

In battle, raw stats alone weren\'t enough to guarantee victory. Mastery of technique and strategy played a crucial role in determining the outcome. It was clear that this demon wasn\'t a novice in combat.Nôv(el)B\\\\jnn

But if he was this skilled, why was he still lingering on the 1st floor? Wouldn\'t he find more challenging and enjoyable foes at his own level? Broken couldn\'t quite understand the reasoning, but it didn\'t matter now.

The crowd roared with excitement, finally seeing their so-called "main antagonist" struggling. In their eyes, the Void Sweeper was facing real trouble this time-and they were convinced he would die today.

"It seems Void Sweeper has finally met a tough opponent this time! Does he regret accepting the death match challenge?" the host\'s voice boomed across the arena.

"Oh, how unfortunate! Our rising star\'s streak of nine consecutive victories might end here today. Who would\'ve thought it could all come crashing down so soon? Come on, everyone, show your support for your idol!"

The crowd\'s cheers intensified, feeding off the sight of Void Sweeper struggling to dodge the demon\'s relentless attacks, without yet landing a counterstrike.

"Kill him! Kill that bastard!" they shouted, bloodthirsty.

"Take off his mask! I want to see the face of that fool! Hahaha!" they jeered, eager to see him fall.

But what was actually on Broken\'s mind was quite different. As he continued dodging the demon\'s punches, he noted the power behind each strike. It was almost enjoyable, testing his reflexes against such a straightforward and physical opponent. He could feel his body and instincts syncing more naturally with each movement. After all, he was accustomed to battling high-level monsters with complex skills, so this hand-to-hand combat felt almost leisurely by comparison.

He continued to evade, even flipping backward, and as time passed, the demon began to grow frustrated. His movements became less precise, his punches less sharp.

"Fight me! Stop running, you coward!" the demon roared in anger.

The demon started lashing out more wildly, swinging his arms with brute force, but Broken easily dodged, hopping backward with perfect foot positioning. The fight had lost its thrill for him-he was growing bored.

With a swift movement, Broken planted his feet, spotting an opening. He ducked under a punch and delivered a hard uppercut to the demon\'s chin, catching him off guard and causing him to stumble back. Not letting up, Broken followed with a series of rapid punches to the demon\'s stomach, driving him further back as he struggled to defend himself.

His fists flew in a relentless rhythm-punching the demon\'s stomach, chest, and chin over and over again. He kicked hard from the right, his foot connecting with the demon\'s jaw, then quickly followed up with a side punch to keep the demon from collapsing. Blow after blow, Broken drove the demon back until he was cornered against the wall.

The crowd, wide-eyed and in shock, watched in disbelief. Their hero was being utterly dismantled. Anger boiled over, and they began hurling objects into the arena, furious that their champion was losing.

Then, suddenly, the bell rang. But wasn\'t this supposed to be a deathmatch?

"What happened?"

"No way!"

Broken ignored the sound, his focus locked on his opponent. His fists continued to rain down, blood covering the demon\'s face as Broken pounded him into the ground. Even as the demon collapsed, Broken didn\'t stop-punch after punch, driving deeper into the demon\'s skull.

With one final kick to the head, the demon\'s body disappeared from the arena, vanishing as he died.

The arena fell into a stunned silence, so quiet that even the sound of a dropped drink echoed across the space. No one spoke, not even the host, as the longtime champion of the 1st floor had just been brutally defeated by a newcomer.

Broken, his faceless mask concealing any emotion, turned his gaze toward the host. "Make sure to mention my name correctly."

The host, snapping out of his shock, took a deep breath and announced with a booming voice, "Void Reaper wins!"

The crowd sat frozen in disbelief as the name echoed through the arena.

After that brutal victory, the name "Void Reaper" quickly spread throughout the Fight Club Tower, gaining recognition from everyone who had witnessed the match. For days, his reputation grew, whispered in every corner of the tower.

The very next day, Broken wasted no time and ascended to the second floor. It was still an easy challenge for him. He completed all his fights in a single day with a clean sweep. Each match left the crowd more stunned than the last, and now the bets had started to shift in his favor.

More people were putting their money on him.

By the third day, Broken had already advanced to the third floor. Here, the fighters were stronger, mostly at level 140 and above, and it was clear that the battles were becoming more serious and intense. The real challenge had finally begun.

On the third floor, the arenas began to get more unpredictable-like fire jets shooting from the walls every few seconds. Fighters could use these hazards to force their opponents into the flames, resulting in a gruesome, fiery death. The environment was brutal, designed to push combatants to their limits.

But beyond the carnage, Broken had been raking in money at an astonishing rate. In just three days, he had amassed around 100 hell gold coins.

He couldn\'t help but wonder why earning money in this game seemed so easy. It hadn\'t even been two days in the real world, and he\'d already amassed a considerable amount of cash. Wasn\'t this incredible? It was the kind of money that would require some serious thought just to figure out how to spend it all. Yeah, he wasn\'t used to living lavishly yet.

Of course, this success was largely due to his stats being well above the average for his level, and he had even bet on his own matches a few times. This combination had led him to walk away with far more money than he ever expected.

As Broken returned to the inn, he found Subaru waiting outside his room. "Broken, I have

urgent news for you," Subaru said without hesitation.

Broken raised an eyebrow. "What is it?" he asked.