Chapter 240: Rules And Format.
Ichiro was waiting silently for the tournament to start. He was feeling quite relaxed, but he was not underestimating the other fighters since there are hidden aces from some families, who knows how strong they are.
While has deep in thought, a knocking sound came from the door.
*Knock* *Knock*
A middle-aged man with two beautiful women came while holding a suitcase.
Ichiro stood up and watched as the two beautiful women walked next to him and started undressing him.
''Tournament will start in an hour. There will be announcement coming 5 minutes before that, please don't miss the announcement.'' The middle-aged man said with his stoic voice.
''Hmm?'' Ichiro raised an eyebrow in surprise, 'They aren't escorting us…? Why…'
He became suspicious about this, but he is certain that the announcement would tell everything he needed to know.
The middle-aged man frowned as he saw the two beautiful women purposely slowing down while touching Ichiro's muscular body with blushing faces.
*Cough*
The middle-aged man coughed, which caused them to wake from their stupor.
Soon, they were finished and started leaving the room.
The middle-aged man took one final glance towards Ichiro and then closed the door.
''Whew…'' Ichiro took a deep breath and calmed his nerves.
He started inhaling and exhaling. Soon, his body started slowly smoking! He has been doing this the whole day, and it was the first step to use Iron Style Ultimate Technique, High Human!
Ichiro isn't taking any risks. If he has to use this technique, then he will use it to defeat everyone as fast as possible!
The men in Tartarus were looking at the scene strangely. They thought that there was something wrong with the camera, but there wasn't… Ichiro's body was really smoking!
The smoke reached all the way to the ceiling, which made the visibility of the room very poor.
Ichiro did that for the next 50 minutes, but then… The long-awaited announcement came.
*Ding* *Ding*
A dinging noise echoed in every room, and soon a calm voice came from the speakers.
''Hello, young men and women. Congratulations on reaching the final stage of the Underworld Tournament. You have killed and defeated everyone on your path, which gives you the honor of fighting for different VIP guests; this is an honor of you have received in your short life.
''Enjoy this moment, even if you die, at least you have given a good show for our VIP guests, so your deaths won't be in vain, but if you disappoint them with your performance… It won't end well for your families or relatives, so utter every strength you can get from your young bodies and give a good show!
''Now, it's time for the rules and the format! Rules have actually changed quite a lot, but first, let me talk about the format. The format is once again Battle Royale, but this time it won't be fighting in that small arena; instead, the whole Stadium is the battlefield! The Stadium is around 3km in length, so it will be a large area, which will definitely make a good show.
''134 Fighters will be fighting, but only one will be the winner. Let's talk about the rule changes now, shall we? Usually, defeat would mean death, but this time… The fighter who will have enough eliminations or defeats before the time limit is up will be the winner.
''Those who will survive the time limit will also continue living, but they have to participate in some other Underworld tournament to earn their freedom. Those who get knocked out before the time limit is over are classified as dead, so I suggest making our job easy and just finish off your opponent.
''Good luck, everyone! And I hope that this will be a good day for everyone!''
*Clank*
The speakers turned off.
A small timer appeared on the wall of the room.
[12;00;00]
12 hours is the time limit.
A small smirk appeared on Ichiro's face, 'Heh, so it worked.'
[Lucky]
'Lucky? Nah, I am fucking smart.' Ichiro grinned and stood up.
He rubbed his muscles, 'Most eliminations is the winner… Everyone will start carefully at first, and some might even hide and wait till the time limit is over.'
*Ring*
A ringing voice echoed in the stadium. The door of Ichiro's room opened with a slam and the time limit started ticking down.
Ichiro left his room and looked left and right, but there wasn't anyone in sight.
'So… They made everyone separated from each other…' Ichiro turned left and calmly walked down the long corridors. The only sound that came was from his footsteps and a quiet sound of the smoke leaving his body.
It sounded like a wind blew, but instead, it was the sound of the smoke pushing through his skin.
Ichiro walked calmly with his two hands in his pocket. He saw hundreds of cameras located everywhere in the corridors and in the room. He didn't take notice of them before since he thought that they were mostly for security purposes, but they had planned this event from the start, but only the rules had changed.
'VIPs must be watching from somewhere safe…' Ichiro thought to himself with pursed lips.
He had a great idea of killing a few dozen VIPs, but that would have worked if the fights were held in the arena, but now his plans have been scrapped.
''ARGH!'' Ichiro stopped moving as he heard a scream of agony in the direction he was walking in. It was also a quite loud scream, which means that there was a fight nearby.
He accelerated his walking speed and soon arrived in a small lounge area with hundreds of couches and TV's on the wall. There is also a bar desk, which means this area is the bar area, where everyone can watch fights.
The walls and ceiling were white-colored, with a beautiful chandelier hanging from the ceiling.
It looked like a luxurious bar for the rich.
Ichiro looked around the bar but didn't see anyone; even the screams had disappeared.
But then, he saw a trail of blood entering a door with a nametag [Cleaning Closet]
Ichiro slowly approached the door and unsheathed his two swords from the sheaths, which were located on the waist.
He used his right hand and opened the door very slowly…