r18novel Chapter 1361: Death Team VS Toguro Team
Chapter 1361: Death Team VS Toguro Team
Chapter 1361: Death Team VS Toguro Team
"Everyone, what do you think?"
In the huge conference room, which was so magnificent that it could even be described as luxurious, sat several dignitaries and top wealthy people in suits.
They are the organizers of the Dark Fighting Tournament and also the sponsors of each supported team.
“It’s like cheating.”
In response to the question about the fat and big-eared dignitaries, a wealthy man with white hair who often appears on TV made a qualitative statement:
"In my opinion, it would be better to convict them of fraud and execute them on the spot!"
"Why do I feel like it's because the team you bet on is about to face the Death Team, so you're in a hurry to get rid of the strong competitor, Mr. Evil?" The bald and sturdy old man sneered.
"You, you, what nonsense are you talking about!"
"It clearly hits you right where it hurts!"
It's no wonder that these wealthy and powerful people with connections are anxious, because hosting a dark martial arts conference can generate huge profits, in addition to the investments from sponsors and gambling odds.
According to calculations, if a team supported by a sponsor wins the tournament, 45% of the trillion yen in tournament revenue will go to the sponsor, not including the "wishes" promised to all members of the winning team.
This is the real motivation behind the sponsors' efforts to push for the conference and to find powerful monsters to form their teams.
Sponsors have three privileges: [the right to decide the venue], [the right to choose guests], and [45% of the conference proceeds after achieving final victory].
In the past, there have been cases where the sponsor of a winning team has become a dictator of a country with the winnings, and there have also been cases where someone has challenged for eternal life. This is an unimaginable amount of money that is enough to change the situation in a corner of the world.
Each sponsor is confident in his or her carefully organized team and believes that they can help him or her achieve success overnight.
However, the sudden emergence of the dark horse 'VIP' disrupted their rhythm.
At the beginning, no one among the 16 teams was optimistic about the VIP team. They thought that this group of people was just like the previous VIP team, and were sacrificed to heat up the atmosphere and vent the emotions of the demon audience.
And these sacrifices, with unstoppable momentum, broke through the levels one after another and defeated [Team Liuyou], [Dr. Yiheng's Team], [Demon Master Team], and [Team Riyuka].
I didn't even use my full strength!
No matter how the organizers changed the rules, either not allowing the Death Team to rest in a round-robin match, or forcing them to play the second round in a row, or even using low-end tricks such as split attacks and off-field interference, they still couldn't stop the Death Team.
The wealthy man named Ezao wiped the greasy sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief and looked at the man sitting in the corner smoking: "Mr. Zuo Jing, where do you think the 'knives' used by these guys came from?"
The man named Zuo Jing was a middle-aged man with long hair. He was handsome and had a long scar on his left eye. At the moment, he was sitting at the table with a cigarette between his fingers, watching the sponsors quarreling.
"Their swords are called 'Shallow Fighting', and the method of making them has a lot to do with the silver-haired woman named Moshi."
Zuo Jing exhaled a puff of smoke and said lightly:
"The fighting style they have been using so far, called 'Hado', is also the power brought by those shallow fights."
"Oh oh oh! As expected of Mr. Zuo Jing, he got the information so quickly?" Everyone was excited.
Sakyo smiled and said, "They are currently staying in a luxury hotel on the island. Although they won't tamper with their food, Urameshi Yusuke and Kuwabara Kazuma seem to be very talkative about their girlfriends and families. It's no wonder that I gave these human girls VIP tickets. I just need to let the weak-looking human female waiters build good relationships with the relatives of these Death Gods, and naturally I can get some useful information."
In fact, it was Sakyo who was the mastermind behind 'inviting' Yusuke and others to attend the Dark Martial Arts Tournament.
Sakyo maintained absolute confidence from beginning to end, because the 'Toguro Team' under his command won the championship of the previous Dark Martial Arts Tournament with a crushing momentum. The strength of the captain Toguro has reached the limit of what the demons in the human world can achieve, and no one can be his opponent.
What's strange is that although Zuo Jing had obtained unimaginable wealth in the previous conference, he did not make any big moves to shock the world like previous champion sponsors. Instead, he lay dormant and led the same team to participate in this Dark Martial Arts Conference.
No one knew what he was trying to do.
"So far, no team has been able to bring out the true strength of the Death Team."
Zuo Jing slowly rolled the cigarette in his hand in the ashtray:
“The next match they will face is against my Toguro team, and judging by the time, it should start soon.
Gentlemen, if you will excuse me, I will take my leave."
He stood up, straightened his suit, and walked out of the hall.
As soon as Zuo Jing left, whispers immediately broke out in the conference room.
"This man is crazy. As a sponsor, he actually wants to be the fifth member of the Toguro team!"
"Doesn't this just prove that he has confidence in his team? We're all betting on Team Toguro. As long as they win, we can make some money, even if it's not as much as Sakyo."
"In the end, it's still the low-level retail investors who are being scammed. It's so easy to make money. Hehehe."
"It's getting late, shall we head to the VIP auditorium?"
"Let's go."
At this moment, the final venue of the Dark Martial Arts Conference was filled with countless noisy shouts, and the huge ancient Roman arena-style venue that could accommodate 40,000 people was packed.
At one end of the central circular arena stood the Toguro team, with only four members participating in the battle, namely, Toguro Brother, Toguro Brother, Wuwei, and Crow. The sponsor Sakyouran stood on the bench, he did not join the team for the purpose of fighting, he had no fighting power, he just wanted to watch the finals from the best position.
At the other end, the Death God Team was already in place. Yusuke, Kurama, Kuwabara, and Hiei had all put on their own Death God uniforms, each with a different style to suit their personalities, and the Asauchi also wore them around their waists.
Mo Xi sat on the bench with a smile on his face, looking like he was watching a good show, with no intention of joining the battle at all.
The beautiful referees Juri and Koneko were holding microphones and using very professional words to heat up the atmosphere, and the scene was becoming more and more heated.
[Devil TV! Devil TV! This is the host Juri. 】
【I am the host Kitty! 】
[The finals of the Dark Martial Arts Tournament are being exclusively broadcasted by the Devil TV Station via the Devil Satellite '666'. 】
[Team Toguro and Team Death have both entered the arena. Please be quiet. Now let me read out the rules for the finals——]
[The final of this Dark Martial Arts Tournament adopts a one-on-one combat mode, with a best-of-five format. 】
[Now all the players from both teams are in place, the game officially begins! ]
[First round, Kurama VS Crow]!
Crow, wearing a black long-tailed dress, flowing black hair and a mask, jumped lightly onto the arena stage.
Kurama, dressed in a black slim-fitting Deathly Haunted Suit, also slowly walked onto the arena, his hand resting on the hilt of the samurai sword at his waist.
"You know, you're my favorite among the Death Team."
Crow was in an elegant posture, with his bare hands clenched into claws:
"I'll give you a chance, please draw your knife. Otherwise, I'm afraid you won't even be able to draw your knife and I'll blow you to pieces."
Kurama tilted his head slightly, "Well... definitely not on the same level as my previous opponent."
He placed his hand on the hilt of the samurai sword at his waist, and his fingers slowly stroked the cloth wrapped around the hilt:
"It seems that I have to use my real skills."
(End of this chapter)