Sweeping the Competition

"Haha, back off, Craig, he's mine!"

Meanwhile, the muscular man who made his way into the battle cage next to the blue-haired hunter was speaking to Bas again, "Well met, chump. I am Flavur Weiss of the northside Kennesaw Weiss', a viscount hunter family. Let's teach you how to spell the word D-E-A-F."

Silence swept the arena.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I heard you," replied Bas in amusement.

The stands erupted in laughter, much to Flavur Weiss' confusion. Meanwhile, Bas was intrigued by Flavur's self-introduction. Did the outcasts redefine nobility in Mortalee under the association's nose?

'Smells like conspiracy to me...'

The battle for Rank 45 started when Flavur angrily attacked Bas with a battle axe. It ended as soon as Bas leaped and stepped on his face. Flavur lost 17 teeth in .17 seconds.

Why was this guy acting so tough if he was only Rank 45?

Bas had already eliminated the muscular man, leaving the blue-haired man standing alone in front of him. He figured this guy's rank couldn't be much better than the other chump.

The blue-haired man clenched his fists tightly, his face contorting in anger and frustration.

"You're a dead man!" he roared as he lunged forward, his hands glowing with a bright blue energy.

Bas didn't flinch but instead welcomed the challenge with a smirk. He easily dodged the blue-haired man's attack and landed a swift kick to his chest, sending him crashing to the ground.

"You call that an attack?" Bas scoffed, "Your ryms are weak and unfocused. Is this water or salt? You're not even worth fighting."

The blue-haired man got up, his face red with rage.

"I'll kill you!" he yelled as he charged again at Bas.

Bas sidestepped the attack and grabbed the man's arm, twisting it behind his back until the blue-haired man winced in pain. Bas couldn't understand how these weaklings were considered hunters.

"I could end you right now," Bas said softly into the man's ear, "But where's the fun in that?"

He released the man's arm and stepped back, watching as the blue-haired man stumbled before roaring and attacking Bas with billowing rym waves that increased his speed considerably. The rym waves also restricted Bas a little.

As Bas dodged and weaved through the man's attacks, he couldn't help but wonder about the other hunters watching from the sidelines. He had sensed their eyes on him, analyzing his every move and speculating about his background. It made him feel nervous like he had to get a better disguise. With so many sewer hunters, there were probably a few who could find out about his friends.

Luckily, his classmates had yet to see his new appearance.

Once Bas got bored, he ended the match for Rank 41. The blue-haired guy had some interesting elemental ryms but wasn't great at using them. Honestly, Bas felt Marsha Logan was more powerful than these 40th rankers.

"Good evening once more, ladies and gentlemen!" Miss Evans again walked down from the platform to address the crowd, surprising everyone. "What a sudden and exciting turn of events, right? By request of my master, I will be presiding over the Underground Battle League's fourth and fifth class battles until further notice."

There was an uproar from the crowd as everyone started to cheer wildly. Bas' eyes shined as he looked at this dazzling creature looking back down at him. He had finally attracted enough attention. It seemed they would direct his challenges now. It was time to show her his good side!

"It's time for the fight of the night! Rank 39 Hugo Bossy is set to take on our undefeated newcomer inside the battle cage, enjoying a triple-win battle streak, Rank 41 Bazzy Dagod!" Brenda's sweet, inviting voice crooned into the microphone as she winked at the audience.

The air crackled with anticipation.

As Brenda announced the start of the next contest to the crowd, Hugo Bossy was cracking his knuckles and performing stretching exercises after entering the cage.

When Hugo heard his name, his arms flew into the air as he turned and waved at his fans in the crowd. Bas, on the other hand, stood poised with his arms behind his back. He looked unaffected by the hype of the match.

Brenda smiled again and said, "All right, the Referee has given the signal. Match start!"

"YEAAAHH!!!" the crowd screamed in excitement.

Bas was secretly impressed by how excited they were. Mortals were so quickly excited. Who knew a room with merely hundreds of people could be so loud?

"Break his legs, Boss Hugo!"

"Smile for me again, Miss Brenda!"

"BIG BOSS BOSSY YOU CAN DO IT!"

"You're so hot, Bazzy, my god!!"

"Fourth win, god, you can do it!"

"So what if his face is pretty? It won't matter when big Hugo snaps his spine!"

"Hot, Hot, Hot"

"MY GOD!"

"He's wearing a damn mask. How can you even know what he looks like?"

"Woman's intuition."

"I bet he's ugly! Beat him up, Hugo!"

"Yeah, Boss Hugo, go, go, go!"

"Show him what the real Eighth Level Hunt Foundation hunters are capable of!"

"You hear that, brat?" Hugo Bossy spat at Bazzy as he inched closer to his opponent. "They want me to break your legs, snap your spine, and show you the might of a true ranker at the eighth level of Hunt Foundation. Do not think for a moment that we are at the same Lebufoaw~!"

Before Hugo could finish whatever dribble he wanted to say, Bas' foot had already jammed itself into his face. Hugo's spine almost snapped as the kick spun his body like the hands of a clock gone haywire before he collapsed lifelessly to the ground, face first. His butt was pointed to the sky in a comedic fashion.

The entire underground sewage outlet grew deathly silent once again.

This was nearly identical to how Flavur fell.

Even Sid and Sir Walther stood up, stunned, with their mouths agape.

Brenda's eyes shined with a new light. It was more than the light of intrigue and curiosity. This had become a fascination. Who was this cute and calm boy with such strength? Due to her spiritual perception, Bazzy Dagod's mask didn't even matter. After all, it was just a regular mask, not a rym tool.