The God of Gabut

True Fighters

The door of the room opened, 12 battle arenas were clearly displayed. There are 8 low-level arenas, 2 medium-level arenas, 1 high-level, and 1 super-level.

There were only 1000 people who could use a super level arena, usually they fought because of personal or group matters.

Only 8 arenas are fully filled, the fighters alternately wait their turn. Radja saw a lot of big people, he smiled with satisfaction.

"This is what I want, when can I enter the arena?" ask Radja casually.

Everyone in the Underground was a level 3 or above fighter. Keep in mind Robert is a level 8 fighter who can use the intermediate level arena.

A well-dressed man pointed at Robert." Isn't that Robert the Destroyer, I can finally see the real fight!" his yell.

All eyes were immediately on Robert who was having a casual conversation with Radja. "When you fight it doesn't matter, now just enter the queue. I'll catch up later."

Robert immediately walked towards a special room that only fighters could enter that could use the intermediate level arena.

With casual footsteps, Radja with a height of 160 centimeters entered the queue. Having no costumes to fight, he only wears school gym pants and a green t-shirt with a stingray. The clothes were given to Hadi because they had no money.

It was time for Radja to fight, his feet to step into the ring. The referee gave a briefing not to attack ********.

"Start!" shouted the referee while raising his hand up.

"Son, I don't know how you got in. But this isn't a playmate!" The strangely dressed man in yellow with black dots motifs threatened.

Radja does not know what to do, he walks casually closer to his opponent. Unwilling to lose, his opponent used his fingertips to suppress the flow of energy in the body.

Unfortunately Radja's body is so special, that the God of War will not be able to block his energy flow.

Radja's hand was wide open, she directly swung it towards the enemy's cheek. A loud slap rang out, "Plak!!!"

The strange man immediately rolled around and fainted on the spot. The referee gawked at the sight of one of the veterans in the underground arena losing horribly.

"Bos, can I fight again?" asked Radja who was dissatisfied with the appearance of his enemy.

"The winner has the right to decide, if he wants to continue, the next fighter will enter."

"Continue doing it."

As before, with just a single slap all his enemies collapsed and fainted. After winning twenty times in a row, Radja starts to get bored while yawning.

"Said Robert many strong fighters. It's nothing more than a bunch of market thugs." Radja said it with a flat expression, her left hand nagging.

One of the fighters was offended, he immediately jumped from the spectator seat and preceded all the queues.

The referee looked frightened to see the big man enter the arena. Radja looks ordinary while blowing her little finger.

The 200 centimeter tall man and dark brown skin stared intently. "Son, let's go to the arena next door. I'll show you the power of a true fighter!"

The arena door made of iron was opened violently. His feet stepped into the middle-level arena.

Radja who saw it imitated footsteps and pulled the iron door. The difference was that he brought his door all the way to the mid-level arena.

"Hi big boy. What's this door doing?" said Radja while raising the iron door that is quite heavy. "I think it's useless!" continued.

Everyone was staring at the sight of a small child carrying a door designed for combat. So it was very difficult to take it off but Radja instead took it off because he was concerned to see the big boy could not take it.

Before answering the question, the voice of the host was heard throughout the room. "The ladies and gentlemen, the Starter Slaughterer will show his fangs again. About who will win, please place your bet."

"Dissapper!!!" the big man sahut while running towards Radja.

The result of the bet is visible, 99% bet the Slaughterer who will win. Robert sat on a chair while stroking his chest.

"I'm glad I didn't miss the bet. I've bet 1 billion on Radja's win, that's just 1 percent of the total bet. I won big today!" Robert had heard of Radja's terrifying power.

Even Jerry the 4th Philanthropist was terrified to see the monsters that robbed his house. At that time Robert laughed out loud, until finally he saw Radja with both eyes.

The big boy lunged at Radja using his body, he instantly held the waist of the enemy and intended to slam him.

Without a doubt the big boy lifted Radja up high and slammed her back. The sound of the impact of the floor and head rang out loud, some fighters even felt it was too loud.

Radja was lying on the floor, the big boy raised his hand high. The audience cheered happily for their victory.

But his hope soon dashed when he saw Radja wake up again like nothing happened. "Hi, hi, hi. What technique was that, it seemed interesting!"

His body directly hit the big man, normal humans could not lift the body of a person much bigger than him.

Radja casually lifted the body of the big man and slammed down exactly as before. The sound of a broken neck sounded very painful.

"Woh fun too. Let's do it a few more times." Radja jumped up and down happily while walking towards the body of the Big Man.

Seeing the absence of movement, Radja slapped his opponent's face. "Plac... Plaque... Plaque... !!!"

Everyone was still speechless with this shocking result. The referee was also still gawking at the sight of the Starter Slaughterer lying on the floor.

"Hi white dress man. Looks like he's dying, his breathing's gonna run out." Radja waved at the medics.

After hearing that, the medics immediately examined him. His neck was broken, so they had to undergo treatment in the hospital.

Radja looked so stupid, he looked left and right aimlessly. Until finally he saw Robert who was behind the glass that was far enough away.

"Old Man, I'm tired. They are so weak, let's go home!!!" radja shouted while waving her hand.

All the audience immediately saw Robert, the audience began to assume that Robert was an old man in disguise.

A middle-aged man as high as 180 centimeters with a charming face approached Radja. Seeing the incident, Robert immediately went down and stopped the man.

"Arena's owner, he's a kid." Robert tries to save Radja, but look at the face of the rescued person very flat while yawning bored.

"Robert, I just want to say hello to this little friend." The handsome man thrust his hand aiming for a handshake.

Radja who had learned this immediately shook his hand and said, "Radja. Nice to meet you."

Radja's hands were squeezed but her face looked ordinary there. On the other hand the handsome man whose pride was lowered gave up his original strength.

Robert who was next to him was immediately thrown far away, the atmosphere of the Arena became gripping. No one dared to speak out.

"Damn, the arena owner is a level 12 fighter." Robert coated himself with a special energy, he tried to approach Radja who was not moving.

Unfortunately, his worries were in vain. "I'm not a faggot, so let go of my hand," Radja said as she slammed the Arena Owner onto the floor violently.

The floor below instantly exploded, everyone widened their eyes in surprise. No one expected there to be a man stronger than the Arena Owner.

Feeling guilty to the old man, Radja immediately walked up to him and crouched down. "Sorry, Uncle. I accidentally swung my hand from hunger. Do you have any food?"