Chapter 65: Even a villain needs a friend or two

Everyone stopped their breath as they waited for the dust to disappear.

Then, when the stage was cleared up, they saw the person who had the first advantage.

"Riser-sama!"

Everyone was excited when they saw Riser standing unharmed.

Riser didn't feel surprised by their cheers since he was at his home ground. In other words, he had the advantage where the majority of people would cheer on him and become his strength.

Cheers might be just a voice that came out from the audience, but nevertheless, they brought a spirit to those who were being cheered upon.

However, Sairaorg wasn't someone who could fall down due to this disadvantage or lose with just a first confrontation.

"Hahaha..."

Sairaorg's laughter echoed before they could all see his figure on the edge of the arena, standing up slowly as he wiped the blood on the corner of his lips. His cheek was purple, some of his teeth were broken, and his legs were trembling, but even so, he was still smiling, clearly didn't care about the damage that had been caused by Riser.

"As expected of you, Riser. You are strong!"

There was no way for someone who could throw such a punch to be a good-for-nothing!

Those stupid who could only follow the herd were nothing in front of Riser!

And Sairaorg was happy that he could be the one who could reveal the truth about this beast.

Yet, how could he allow himself to be defeated here?

Especially in front of his mother!

"Riser, I know that I owe you a lot of things; whether it is my mother or your acknowledgment of me, you are the first person who has done that."

"....."

Riser hoped that Sairaorg wouldn't say something like that since it might cause a misunderstanding, but somehow, he shut his mouth since it just felt wrong if he told him to stop talking because they might be misunderstood.

Still, he had to say that Sairaorg was tough.

As he had said before, he didn't hold back and used his everything, but as expected, even if he had trained his physical ability, there was still a limit.

Unlike Sairaorg, who had used his everything to train his physical ability, Riser had only begun.

Nevertheless, due to the "Bajiquan Mastery," even though his physical ability had just begun, his technique was top-notch.

While he didn't use anything except for martial arts and Demonic Energy, the fact that Sairaorg could stand up until now showed how great Sairorg was at physical ability.

Moreover—

Sairaorg suddenly appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye, raising his fist that was covered in a white aura like before.

*BOOOOOOMMMM!*

Like before, the impact of his punch gouged the earth, and it continued to charge forward until it slammed into the barrier.

Yet, facing this attack, Riser was still calm, and he could dodge it calmly as he sent a counterattack by striking down his elbow into Sairaorg's guts!

"Guwah!"

Once again, Sairaorg was thrown into the distance as his entire body was full of pain.

Riser's strike damaged not only the exterior but the interior.

Sairaorg could feel his organs jumbling around due to the impact of Riser's elbow strike.

Everyone sucked a deep breath at how brutal their fight was and how strong Riser was.

If they made a comparison, Sairaorg was like a truck, and each of his attacks would cause mass destruction.

Meanwhile, Riser was a bomb. While it might seem nothing and seemed harmless at first, when it exploded, then everything would be wrecked.

Even if the fight hadn't ended, all of them could tell who was going to win this fight.

"Sairaorg..." Misla felt complicated as she watched this fight. She was already crying, watching her son being beaten, yet she knew that she couldn't stop it. Instead, she needed to cheer her son up!

"GET UP, SAIRAORG! DON'T LOSE!"

Even if Riser was her savior, Sairaorg was her son.

While Misla felt worried about what Riser might think of her since she might appear to wish for his loss, she thought she could do something for him, especially when she stayed in his villa.

But this fight?

It would only happen in a moment, so no matter what, she needed to support her son!

Meanwhile, Sairaorg still lay on the ground as he frowned, feeling quite helpless.

It was talent.

Even though Sairaorg knew that he had compensated the talent with hard work, facing someone who was really talented, he might not be able to do anything.

'No, this is no longer talent...'

Riser was above everyone.

Even though the rumor that Riser might become the third irrationality of the Underworld was only for a moment before his news became a famous good for nothing, Sairaorg still heard it, but facing him directly like this, he understood why Riser could be called the third existence that was comparable to Sirzech Lucifer and Ajuka Beelzebub.

However, because of that, Sairaorg felt that it would be wasteful if he just continued to lie here!

He needed to get up!

"OOOOOOOOOHHHHH!!!"

Sairaorg raised his voice and spirit as he faced Riser once again.

Facing Sairaorg, Riser was a bit helpless since he knew that he wouldn't lose. Frankly, even though he might say that he didn't like close-range combat, he realized how amazing his close-combat ability was.

Due to the "High Intelligence" he had received previously, he could feel that his thought processing speed had significantly increased. Frankly, it might only be a few hundred times faster, but after he got "Mathematic Mastery," it had become several thousand faster.

Riser felt that everything moved so slowly in his mind, and he somehow could predict what Sairaorg planned to do.

Moreover, while his strength might be less than Sairaorg's, his speed was faster than Sairaorg's.

The combination of all of that made him probably the strongest close-combat fighter in the Underworld.

Yet, Sairaorg's spirit was something that was worthy of admiration, so—

Facing the punch that was sent by Sairaorg once again, Riser only stood in place and received it.

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!*

"......."

Everyone blinked their eyes as they watched this scene in disbelief.

"RISER!!!"

"RISER-SAMA!!!"

Everyone panicked since they didn't expect that Riser would accept this punch.

Meanwhile, Sairaorg, who had gotten up due to his punch connected to Riser's body, felt conflicted.

'It hurts!'

Riser wanted to cry, but then his "immorality" trait worked and quickly healed his body. Still, the feeling of his guts being gouged definitely wasn't good, and he could still feel it now.

Also, that white aura.

Riser wondered what kind of technique it was since he could tell that it was different from Demonic Energy.

Unlike the Demonic Energy that appeared gloomy, this white aura was different since it was filled with boundless energy like nature or life itself.

Still, even though he didn't know what the name of this white aura was, somehow, he felt that he could use it after he received that punch, but... he wouldn't use it for now since he was afraid that he might hit Sairaorg's confidence.

"...why didn't you dodge?"

"I want to taste how powerful your fist is."

"...is that all?"

"Yes." Riser rubbed his guts and sighed. "It hurts. If I don't have my "immorality" trait, then you might defeat me."

"........"

Sairaorg was speechless. He didn't want to admit this, but he knew it was almost... no, it was simply impossible for him to win against him now, but... he definitely wouldn't give up.

"Riser."

Sairaorg took a deep breath. "Let's finish our duel with this last exchange. Use your everything, and please don't give me pity like before."

"Use my everything?"

"Yes."

"You might die, you know?"

"Even so..." Sairaorg looked at Riser with a sincere gaze. "Please."

"Then." Riser didn't hold back and, like Sairaorg, used white energy to cover his fist.

"You can use a "Touki"!?"

"Is this "Touki"?"

"......." Sairaorg.

Touki is, in essence, the external manifestation of one's life force, in other words, their Ki, which would be wrapped around them as an aura.

Using this, a person achieves heightened offense, defense, and speed. It also had the added effect of damaging others from the slightest touch and defending a user from a wide range of attacks while knocking their foes back.

Frankly, Riser didn't feel surprised if "Ki" existed since a supernatural existed.

However, there was no doubt the devil had a greater "Ki" since their lifespan was almost endless.

The only reason they weren't familiar with "Ki" was because their myths were born in Judea and then spread to the West.

It wasn't during the Age of Discovery that their myths spread to the East, so it was normal for the devil to feel unfamiliar with the "Ki," especially when they could use Demonic Energy.

The only one who would use "Ki" was Sairaorg, who was untalented in the Demonic Energy.

Nevertheless, due to his "Bajiquan Mastery" and "High Intelligence" made it easier for him to master "Ki."

Frankly, it was cruel since Sairaorg, who had trained for so many years with blood and tears, was defeated by Riser, who had been lucky by getting the system.

Nevertheless, the world was like this.

It was also the same for him, who was crushed and belittled by Sirzech, yet he could not do anything.

Like Sairaorg, there was no way for him to lose here!

As their eyes met, they knew that everything was going to be decided in the next blows.

There were no words.

They started to move without any hesitation.

Everyone in this place didn't close their eyes and watched every moment without blinking until—

[Congratulations, you have received "Boxing Mastery"]

Riser looked at Sairaorg, who had passed out and had heavy injuries on his body. He then took out several Phenex Tears that he had kept and poured into Sairaorg's mouth and injuries since there was no way for him to let this guy die.

After all, having such a strong and honest friend would definitely help him to have a lazy life, right?