Before the words had even finished, Irumi's body swiftly lowered, rushing under Yamashita Jin-oh, and leapt up.
*Bang!*
Accompanied by the sound of flesh colliding, a beautifully executed uppercut struck his chin, causing Yamashita Jin-oh's body to involuntarily tilt backwards.
"Ugh..."
Yamashita Jin-oh couldn't help but let out a cry of pain, blood flowing from his mouth. He staggered back, taking seven consecutive steps before finally stopping.
"You bastard!!!"
Yamashita Jin-oh roared in anger. His fists clenched at his waist as he turned into a blur and charged towards Irumi.
*Bang!*
With a loud noise, Yamashita Jin-oh, who was in the midst of his charge, suddenly trembled. His head jerked to the right, blood spraying from his mouth as he fell to the side. Meanwhile, Irumi, with a smile on his face, descended slowly from mid-air to the spot where Yamashita Jin-oh had been. It turned out that in that instant just now, Irumi had moved with an imperceptible speed under Yamashita Jin-oh, swiftly leaping up and delivering a flying kick aimed at his chin.
"Cough, cough..."
Yamashita Jin-oh quickly got up from the ground, shaking his head in pain, spitting out a bloody tooth with a "plop."
"Do you understand now?"
"Who is the stronger one between you and me?"
This time, it was Irumi who looked down at his opponent from a higher vantage point, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"Ah, ah, ah...!!!"
Yamashita Jin-oh didn't respond to Irumi's words. He roared to the sky, rushing towards Irumi.
"Driven to irrational anger, aren't you?"
"Just as I like it."
Irumi watched as Yamashita Jin-oh's fist came crashing towards him, raising his right hand, striking first.
*Snap!*
Irumi's small palm landed on Yamashita Jin-oh's muscular right arm. His fingers tightened, gripping the arm muscle tightly, and he pulled forcefully in his own direction.
*Crack.*
The sound of a dislocated joint echoed as Yamashita Jin-oh let out a scream, blood spurting from his mouth. His forearm bent ninety degrees in the opposite direction, his elbow tearing, revealing glimpses of white bones.
"It's not over yet."
Irumi smiled, his childish voice reaching Yamashita Jin-oh's ears, like the whispers of a demon. Yamashita Jin-oh looked in horror as, in the instant his forearm snapped, Irumi once again moved his arm to his upper arm, replaying the scene from a moment ago.
*Crack.*
Accompanied by the sound of joints dislocating, Yamashita Jin-oh's shoulder hung limp.
"Ahhhh!!!"
Yamashita Jin-oh let out a mournful scream. His right leg, which had been stepping forward, suddenly bent, and he knelt on the ground. His right elbow and shoulder were swollen, and his entire right arm became limp.
"That was a clean dislocation."
Irumi walked out from behind Yamashita Jin-oh, looking down at him from a higher position, a smile on his face.
"Not... not yet..."
Yamashita Jin-oh looked up at Irumi, his voice intermittent.
"Not yet?"
Irumi's smiling expression faded instantly, turning ice-cold.
*Bang!*
Irumi kicked him hard on the bridge of his nose, with a "crack" sound, breaking it.
"Ugh, ugh..."
Yamashita Jin-oh's head tilted backward, blood spraying from his nostrils, his throat emitting painful sounds. The intense pain rendered him unable to think.
"Isn't that right?"
Irumi's face turned cold. Yamashita Jin-oh's body was already unable to support itself, and he slowly knelt down on both knees, falling towards Irumi's position.
"You..."
Irumi's eyes narrowed, and before Yamashita Jin-oh fell to the ground, there was a loud bang. Irumi swiftly raised his leg and kicked him on the chin, sending his body flying back.
"It's over!"
However, Irumi's attack wasn't finished. His right leg lifted high, transforming into countless afterimages as he kicked towards Yamashita Jin-oh's upper body.
*Bang, bang, bang!*
Yamashita Jin-oh's body trembled uncontrollably, his eyes rolled back, and his limbs convulsed like a person with epilepsy. Irumi's kicks continuously landed on Yamashita Jin-oh's abdomen, chest, neck, chin, nose, and cheeks.
"Enough... enough!"
"Stop!"
Seeing Yamashita Jin-oh's eyes rolling back, the referee quickly ran to Irumi's side, urging him to stop.
"He has lost consciousness. Do you want to kill him?!"
Irumi glanced at the referee, then slowly retracted his right leg. People could now see that Irumi's shoe had been completely stained red with fresh blood.
*Bang!*
Yamashita Jin-oh's bloodied body tilted backwards and finally fell to the ground. His upper body was completely battered. Within a short period of time, Irumi had kicked him at least five hundred times.
"K... KO!"
The referee looked at Yamashita Jin-oh's horrific injuries, his throat moved, and he declared Irumi, the winner.
"KO~!!!"
"Yamashita Jin-oh, under Irumi's sudden consecutive onslaught, has fallen!"
In the commentary room, the commentator stood up excitedly, announcing Irumi's victory, and the audience erupted in cheers once again.
"Now, Irumi has continuously achieved victories throughout this week's competition."
"He has flawlessly secured an 11-win streak."
"With this victory in the competition, Irumi will advance to the 160th floor."
"The genius youth, Irumi."
"How far will this person's winning streak continue with an unstoppable momentum?"
"And who will be able to stop his advance?"
"Please, viewers, continue to follow his matches."
Irumi's match ended as the grand finale of the day, and the audience began to leave one by one. As Irumi's level increased, there were more and more skilled opponents in the matches. However, even so, those skilled individuals among ordinary people couldn't score a single point against him.
"The prize money from the previous match has been transferred to your designated bank account."
Irumi stood at the registration window on the 150th floor, receiving the receipt handed to him by the registration attendant.
"120 million Jenny."
Looking at the number on it, Irumi murmured. Irumi walked down the corridor towards the elevator with his hands in his pockets. Just a week ago, he had been penniless. But today, he was already a millionaire.
"Hmm?"
Suddenly, Irumi frowned and turned to look behind him, but no one else was in the corridor except himself.
"No one?"
Irumi softly questioned in confusion, but it was only meant to deceive others. In his eyes, there were two bodies hidden behind a wall in the corridor, emitting thick black smoke, representing malice and evil.
'Finally, someone has targeted me.'
Irumi chuckled lightly and turned back to continue walking, pretending not to have noticed anything. Ever since reaching the 150th floor, the competition between players had become increasingly treacherous. Because the dividends decreased exponentially with each floor, players often resorted to violating the rules of the arena in order to protect their own interests.
That meant using any means necessary to maintain their victories.