At this moment.
A bare-chested man, wearing a flower garland around his neck, slowly walked out of the crowd surrounded by a group of people.
As this man appeared!
Cheers rose around, gradually becoming uniform, turned into a wave of sound echoing throughout the plaza!
"Mortar!!!"
"Mortar!!!"
"Mortar!!!"
"Oh."
Howard Lee glanced at the man who was surrounded by the crowd and said casually, "This man is the Boxing King of the last tournament, Mortar, the champion of the last tournament, and also the only survivor of that tournament."
"He came to the scene this time as a guest to watch the game."
"He will not play."
"This man is from the slum, relying on brute force and ruthlessness, he has defeated six opponents and become the Boxing King."
"In fact, basically all the past Boxing Kings are from the slums."
"In these years, there are not many opportunities for poor people to turn things around, and this boxing match is one of the few choices."