[It was still the Vongola Castle, only this time it was beside a long table, with flowers in full bloom placed in the center of the table, competing to shine their brilliance.
With a loud bang, the vase shook violently.
I disagree." Sawada Tsunayoshi stood up, a look of anger and solemnity appearing on his face. "No matter what, I disagree. Big Brother, please try a different method.
There were only two people at the table: one was Sawada Tsunayoshi, sitting in the head seat, the other was sitting below him, a robust man with a buzz cut who was devouring his food, taking large bites of pasta and beef with a fork.
He paid no attention to Sawada Tsunayoshi's anger and ate even more vigorously.
It felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over Sawada Tsunayoshi, dousing half of his anger. "Big brother, are you even listening to me?"
Kawarihei shoved a large piece of steak into his mouth, his cheeks bulging. "Mmph, I heard you, what are you say—mmph mmmph!" He couldn't finish his sentence, clutching his throat and pounding his chest, having choked himself by eating too quickly.
The man looked around, trying to find water to help it go down, but everywhere he looked was food. His eyes rolled back in his head, his expression pained, as if he were about to die right then and there.
"Ahhh, why am I choking? Water, water, water!" Sawada Tsunayoshi could think of nothing else and hurriedly stood up to look for water, but he searched left and right without finding any, seeing that Kawarihei was on the verge of collapsing.
Kawarihei stood up, walked straight to the nearby greenery, picked up a small fish tank containing ornamental fish to gulp down the water.
The water level dropped by half, he let out a sudden, heavy breath, using his hand to wipe the water from the corners of his mouth. "I'm back to my peak again!"
After finally finding the black tea, Sawada Tsunayoshi stood there in a daze: as expected of the Boss, how bold!
However, after the interruption, they were able to calm down and sit back down to continue the previous topic. "Boss, this really won't work. We have many other ways to solve this matter; we can't let you put yourself in danger."
Kawarihei said with a calm expression, "But this is the fastest way."
But..
No 'buts,' Tsunayoshi. This is a path I have chosen for myself, even you cannot stop me.
Kawarihei let out a carefree laugh, standing with his hands on his hips as he looked at the scenery outside. "I know you're worried about me, but what I'm about to do can save thousands upon thousands of families. You should be supporting me instead."
Or, you should have faith in my strength. It's always been like this; you worry about us the most, always trying to shoulder everything on your own. We are comrades, after all; don't think I don't know you want to step onto the field yourself.
I only did what you wanted to do, so why are you acting like this?
Kawarihei looked carefree, but at this moment, he was at his most perceptive: "If you go and do this, then everyone's feelings right now will be the same as yours."
Sawada Tsunayoshi still wanted to struggle a little: "It's not the same, I am.."
Kawarihei took over his words: "That's right, you are our boss, we are your Guardians. If we can't even protect the boss, then what are we even here for?"
Tsunayoshi, leave it to me this time, even if it's extreme.
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They spoke in riddles, rambling on about all sorts of worries, even staged a little dramatic performance along the way.
They just wouldn't say what they were going to do.
Kyoko said it was fine and wasn't worried, but seeing the scene above, she still gripped Kurokawa Hana's hand tightly.
Kurokawa Hana comforted him in a low voice, "It's okay, it's okay. Believe in your brother."
Kawarihei also looked nervous: Damn it, future self, don't make Kyoko worry to the extreme.
But he pushed himself to the limit to try and help Tsuna.
A difficult choice.
In the blink of an eye, night arrived. This was a massive underground venue, bustling with noise. Men, women, young, old sat in circular tiers, looking down at the square platform at the very center, which was also the lowest point.
The square stage was surrounded by chains, with electricity flickering across them; people on the outside could not easily enter, those on the inside could not easily leave.
Many people sat around the edge of the platform, their eyes fierce and vigilant as they scanned the crowd, their bodies covered in powerful, well-defined muscles.
A man stood in the center, cheering, "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome everyone to our Underground Boxing Arena! Tonight, we have prepared a wonderful program for you all; we certainly won't let our distinguished guests down."
You've probably grown tired of the usual one-on-one battles, so today, we're bringing you a different kind of performance.
In this grand battle, we will deploy two hundred brave warriors to fight to the death, in the end, only one victor will remain to participate in the subsequent duel.
How was it? Exciting, wasn't it?
Author's Note:
There will be no update tomorrow, so no need to wait [hug]
Chapter 34: 34 Days of Live Streaming
["That's right, you heard correctly, everyone. The battle between the two hasn't even finished yet; that was merely a trivial appetizer."
Our most grand guest is the super giant promoted by our organizer, Mr. George—Baker!
The host smiled. "I had never heard of Baker before today, but before coming on stage to host, I had the honor of seeing the legendary giant. My god, he is absolutely the strongest warrior I have ever seen."
The crowd below shouted that they didn't believe him.
The host smiled and said, "Indeed, photos alone are not enough to satisfy our distinguished guests. I had already anticipated that everyone's appetite would be this insatiable, so before Baker comes on stage, I have obtained a video clip."
A large screen was hidden in the ceiling at the center of the duel arena, rarely revealed, but now, at the host's command, a large screen capable of being viewed from all sides descended, playing a bloody footage of slaughter.
First, five crocodiles emerged, drooling and dazed with hunger, followed by a large brown bear with a sunken belly. The six animals stared at one another, then began to tear into each other as if they had seen the most delicious food.
At this moment, someone kept throwing various chickens and ducks into the arena. Driven mad by hunger, the animals pounced, their sharp claws piercing the chests of the food, proving they were indeed in a state of starvation. Their combat power erupted as they began to bite anyone in sight.
After finishing off the chicken and duck, the animals were covered in bright red, they became even more ferocious after a taste of meat. Just as they were about to start fighting amongst themselves, the doors suddenly swung open and a massive black shadow appeared. He first stepped out a single foot, a thunderous, screaming sound echoed from the floor.
Then there was the massive, bloated body.
What kind of monster was that? His head was twice the size of an ordinary person's, his neck was as thick as the winter melons his grandmother used to grow, covered in a tangled web of bulging veins.
His shoulders were as wide as a double-door refrigerator, his chest was as bulging as a row of soccer balls, then there was his exposed abdomen—someone actually managed to grow twelve-pack abs. Finally, there were his feet; every step left a deep imprint, making me think they were the footprints of an alien back in the primitive days.
As soon as the giant emerged, he began to salivate greedily, drool dripping steadily down. With a swipe of his massive claws, he snatched up a crocodile, tore its tail off with his bare hands, then lifted his foot to stomp another crocodile into a pulp.
A brown bear tried to launch a sneak attack from behind, but when it pounced, it failed to budge the massive body, instead, it had one of its bear claws torn off.
Soon, the animals in this place were cleared out, leaving behind only clumps of meat and bloodstains, a person sitting on the floor like a small mountain, tearing into chunks of animal meat with great gusto. Blood seeped from the giant's teeth, bits of meat fiber could still be seen stuck between them.
The crowd below the stage erupted into frantic cheering.
This is the kind of performance I should be watching! I support the giant Baker!
It's wonderful! This is the kind of blood-pumping sensation I crave. I'm sick of everything else; bring on this!
Baker!
Baker!
The entire venue had become a stage for cheering for Baker; the host knew these people were visual creatures who loved seeing more blood and cruelty, the more non-human it was, the more they appreciated it.
He made a quiet gesture. "Oh, from everyone's cheers for Baker, I can tell how much our distinguished guests welcome him. However, a performance by Baker alone wouldn't be much to look at; let's have a look at the appetizer first."
Let the blood of two hundred people become a gift to welcome Baker! The final victor will get to fight Baker, if they promise, we will grant the victor one wish.
Kawakyo's face turned deathly pale, she could hardly stop herself from telling her brother not to go.
She bit her lower lip, her heart filled with anguish.
Kawarihei was also shocked for a moment when he saw the giant: "The limit of limits!"
Gokudera Hayato: Speak plainly.
Kawarihei brandished his fist: "That's it, Tsuna! You must protect Tsuna at all costs!"
He still remembered the two of them saying that Sawada Tsunayoshi was originally supposed to take on this mission.
The meaning of being a Guardian is to protect, so he will definitely protect Tsunayoshi.
Facing the giant, some of the two hundred people panicked, some tried to run out, but they were immediately fried by the electric current in the net.
The host shouted, "You have no way out! You will either be defeated and thrown off the stage, or you will become the victor. You can only choose one!"
It would be better to just be a loser; having broken arms and legs is better than losing one's life.
For a moment, everyone wanted to be the one who was defeated.
Brother, one look at your muscles and you can tell they're the real deal, unlike mine which are just from drinking protein powder—it's all fake. Come on, hit me!
No, no, no, this is just fat; it's muscle drawn on. I think your muscles are much better, brother.
Not at all, I'm just bloated from drinking too much water.
Mine is just from bragging.
For a moment, the place was filled with a harmonious atmosphere as everyone yielded to one another, one after another admitting that their muscles were nothing more than show.
In this peaceful atmosphere, a person in a black robe working with heavy breaths stood out even more.
The black robe of the man in black covered every part of his body, leaving even his face completely hidden. Such attire was common here, as there were always those who did not want others to know their identity.
The man in the black robe moved with clean, swift efficiency, dealing with his opponent with a flurry of punches and kicks.
Seeing that someone was still struggling, the crowd rushed forward. Since fighting rigged matches was not allowed here, everyone was putting all their acting skills on display.
Fell down, spat out blood and a few teeth.
My legs are broken, my arms are broken, my chest has been crushed.
In a short time, the injuries were diverse and varied, yet he somehow managed to deceive the people above. They all remarked that the man in the black robe was quite skillful, knowing how to inflict different kinds of wounds on different people, putting all his effort into performing for them.
The man in the black robe wore number 32.
Go for it, Number 32! Even though you can't beat Baker, I'm betting you'll win against them.
Number 32, I need more wild movements! Show off your chest, abs, leg muscles!
Number 32, I want that person's intestines! I want that person's teeth!
Hidden in the crowd, Sawada Tsunayoshi stumbled, looking in horror at the man shouting and flexing his muscles: he was actually a man.
For the first time, he was relieved that his older brother had gone up on stage in his place, otherwise it would have been too embarrassing.
Soon, only one person remained among the two hundred: Kawarihei.
Without giving him a moment to rest, the host opened the gate directly, switching on the controls while exclaiming joyfully, "Look! Our Baker is already so impatient; he has been hungry for 48 hours and is in dire need of meat to satisfy his hunger. I wonder if our challenger, Mr. Number 32, will be able to resist him."
Haha, I hope these two can bring us an even better, longer, more intense performance! Distinguished guests, you can press the buttons in your hands to place bets on your favorite contestants. Hurry up and act now; seize the moment, for it won't come again!
The people below stared at the chips in their hands with bloodshot eyes, seeing the gap between the two sides, they placed their bets on the giant Baker without any hesitation.
At least ninety-five percent of the people bet on Baker, while George smiled as he stroked the massive gemstone on his finger, his laughter so intense that his eyes were hidden.