The Bear's Savage Debut
Real pussy? The secret underground arena was a world unto itself. No ordinary person could ever imagine such a vast space hidden below ground.
"This way."
The rat-masked man guided the Golden Dragon group. Naturally, they were Bang So-un's crew. The dragon was Bang So-un, the bear Jang Il, and the fox Eun Hwa-yeong.
Bang So-un had devised a meticulous plan based on prior intel about Eun Hwa-yeong to make contact with the Black Dream Butterfly. Simple: send in Jang Il as a fighter.
It would've been unthinkable before. But thanks to the miraculous elixir Jade White Pill, Jang Il had gained peak-level internal energy, enough to hold his own in the arena.
Jang Il himself seemed eager to test his new power—how far it reached, how effective it was. Surprisingly, he'd agreed readily. He didn't think a mere arena fighter could beat his newfound peak strength.
A fine attitude. Confidence, not arrogance, was always a good thing.
That was Bang So-un's plan. As for parading Eun Hwa-yeong as a pet fox? Pure fun. Sheer amusement.
Stripping the infamous Red-Eyed Fox bare, plugging a tail in her ass, and leading her around in front of everyone? Few thrills could match it.
If her identity ever leaked—even a slim chance—her life as the Red-Eyed Fox was over. Controlling an absolute beauty teetering on utter ruin with just a leash? The rush made his cock throb involuntarily.
"Right here, sir. Please enter."
"Got it."
A gleaming golden door. This must be the VIP section.
As they moved to open it, the rat-masked man spoke up hastily.
"Ah, sorry, one thing. I heard you have a fighter signed up."
"Me."
Jang Il puffed out his chest arrogantly. Bang So-un stifled a chuckle at the elixir-fueled swagger already bulging his shoulders. Seats shaped people, but so did internal energy.
"Ah, I see. Apologies, but please follow me."
"Sure."
And with that, Jang Il vanished after the rat-masked man.
Let's see just how mighty the Absolute Divine Doctor's elixir makes him. Bang So-un smirked and gave Eun Hwa-yeong's ass a light smack.
Smack!
"Let's go."
"Ah... auuu!"
Eun Hwa-yeong wriggled her hips delightedly at her master's touch. Pussy juice trickled down, splattering the floor in spots.
"Such a horny pussy fox, as always."
"Auuu! Auuu!"
"Even I can't fuck you here, so cool your heat."
"Auuu...."
Her whimper turned subdued. Adorable. Bang So-un stroked her ass.
"Haha, I'll pound you plenty once we're out. Come on."
Bang So-un led Eun Hwa-yeong into the VIP box.
Gulp.
Once inside the waiting room, Jang Il tensed up. Faces were masked, but the bodies screamed elite killers. Scars everywhere.
...These guys are all vicious demonic bastards, right?
Damn, the young master warned me I could actually die if things go wrong...
But he'd agreed eagerly when asked. Backing out now would be embarrassing.
Jang Il clenched his fists.
If I can't catch the Black Dream Butterfly and go back empty-handed, I won't have the face to see the young master.
Black Dream Butterfly. That was Black Dream Butterfly, of course. Always in black attire, her movements elegant and dreamlike as a butterfly, ending foes. Her nickname said it all: a top-tier female expert.
Rumored first-rate upper level, at least.
Head-on, she'd probably edge me out.
His internal energy might hold the advantage. But her combat experience, technique quality, and mastery would differ vastly. He had to admit what he had to.
Still.
She's just a bitch in the end.
Jang Il was certain. If he got the chance to fight her, he'd capture her for sure.
To do that, he needed to win through to the finals.
Fine, bring it.
As he steeled himself and rebuilt his confidence—
"Bear, get ready to enter."
A masked staffer handling proceedings appeared out of nowhere.
Jang Il shot to his feet. Waiting rooms were multiple; his opponent was likely in another.
"Been ready forever."
He pitched his voice like a pro. He'd always wanted to talk like a master.
"Good. Enter."
Jang Il strode boldly into the arena.
"Aren't you betting, sir?"
A boar-masked man beside them in the VIP box addressed Bang So-un.
The VIP held few people—select elite guests only. When they'd first entered with Eun Hwa-yeong, it'd caused a stir. Now, folks had adapted, treating her casually.
"Already did."
"Oh? When? While you were at the info desk?"
The boar mask eyed him curiously.
"Who'd you pick?"
"Bear."
"Bear? The new fighter debuting today?"
"Yep."
"Heh, bold. New faces always carry risk."
"Gotta risk it for the reward."
"Could bankrupt you too."
The boar mask grinned.
"Anyway, good choice. I went with Boar."
Boar. The hulking brute always in a boar mask. Famous for his reckless style, high win rate, big fan favorite.
"Let's see whose pick pays off. That's the fun, right?"
"Haha, fair enough."
Bang So-un chuckled meaningfully.
"I'm riding Bear all the way. Nothing more to ask. Let's watch."
The boar mask looked incredulous.
"...Fine, let's."
Prelims, round one. Bear vs. Boar.
Two massive brutes. The arena felt cramped with them in it.
It'll work. It has to. Jang Il muttered inwardly.
He'd smashed those masked guards outside easily enough.
"Hmph, decent build."
Crack.
Boar cracked his neck. His bare, rippling torso was scar city—from the pit or outside, who knew. But the battle scars screamed experience.
"You're smaller than me."
Jang Il taunted back. Truth was, Jang Il dwarfed him. Pointing out a man's "smallness" to his face? Pride-shattering.
"You cocky fuck!"
"What're you saying, you cute little pussy with balls instead of a cock?"
"You... you fucking shit-eating bastard?!"
Verbal win: Jang Il. Boar's rage shook his voice.
"Puhaha, getting mad? Real pussy confirmed?"
"You dog-cunt! Dieee!"
Boar charged before the ref even called start. No matter. This wasn't an upright murim duel—this was an underground pit. Dirty tricks allowed.
"Begin!"
The ref shouted quick and backed off.
Boom boom boom!
The ground shook as the giant barreled in madly. Boar's weapon: iron gauntlets, bone-crushers.
Jang Il's? Bare hands.
Real men fight bare.
Pussy for bitches, fists for dudes. That was enough. A lifelong creed, even when he was weak as shit.
"Die, you fuck!"
Whoosh!
Boar's punch tore air, packed with power. But Jang Il neither dodged nor retreated. Frontal block.
"Men don't back down! Pussy!"
Anyone knowing his past of fleeing masters would've laughed. Jang Il thrust out his hand.
Thud!
"Wha...?!"
Boar's brutal fist caught effortlessly in Jang Il's grip. Wrist, precisely.
"Grrk!"
Boar yanked hard—immovable as a boulder.
"Let go, you fuck!"
Opposite fist incoming. But—
Thud!
Grabbed again.
"Grrrrr!"
Every ounce of strength, futile. Both wrists locked.
A triumphant smirk curled Jang Il's lips.
I'm strong!
Justified confidence surged.
"Let's check if it's cock or pussy, fucker!"
Thunderous shout, brutal kick—to the groin.
Splat!
Horrific sound.
"Gaaaaaaaah!!"
Otherworldly scream. Agony. Jang Il felt the burst.
"Oops, cock it is."
Released, sneering. Boar foamed at the mouth, eyes rolled back. Blood poured from his crotch. Balls pulverized. Eunuch now.
Thud.
Collapsed in defeat. Jang Il's perfect win.
One nut-shot. Taboo in righteous murim—career-ender filth. But here? Anything goes. Nut-shot or ass-stab, fine.
Jang Il exploited it fully.
"Winner: Bear!"
Jang Il's historic arena debut victory.