Chapter 403 - 362: The Function of the Detection Glasses, the First Bare-Knuckle Match

At the host’s command, a lean black man on the far left, not overly muscular, stepped forward. Before the eyes of the entire crowd, he reached directly into the transparent box.

Wu Yun saw clearly as the man’s hand stirred inside a few times before he casually pulled out a small white ball.

As the man drew the ball, Wu Yun’s Detection Glasses instantly acquired his information.

Name: Henry Abel (Codename: Viper)

Age: 26

Height: 184cm

Weight: 85kg

Skills: Master of Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, Free Fighting Proficiency, Wrestling Proficiency.

After the scan, Wu Yun confirmed that the codename was indeed related to the fighter’s skills. ’It looks like this Viper specializes in dragging his opponents to the ground and subduing them with jiu-jitsu.’

"Number 3!" Viper opened the ball, pulled out a slip of paper with a printed number, and held it up for the audience to see.

The audience could clearly see the number in Viper’s hand on the large overhead screen.

The host patted Viper on the shoulder. "Fighters who have drawn their lots, please return to the locker room!"

Next up was a burly white man. From his appearance, he looked like he was from Northern Europe; at least, that’s what most people thought.

The man’s hairstyle was styled just like that of a Northern European pirate.

Sure enough, the host announced, "This is the Pirate from Finland!"

"WHOA! Our Pirate has drawn Number 1! What a lucky number!"

Indeed. Although drawing Number 1 meant fighting first, a victory would grant more rest time. For a grueling tournament like this, stamina recovery was paramount.

According to Wu Yun’s scan, this Pirate had mastered one combat skill: Full Armor Combat. His other skills were only at the proficient level.

His weight gave him an advantage. At a solid 90kg, he looked stronger than everyone else around.

As he mulled this over, Wu Yun continued to use his Detection Glasses to record the fighters’ information.

Before long, half the fighters had drawn their lots.

However, Wu Yun noticed that most of the men here had mastered at least one skill.

A mastered skill generally implied a professional level of ability, though of course, there were still variations in strength.

Because most of the fighters were so evenly matched, Wu Yun had to rely on analyzing their individual attributes.

He had to admit, the casino was cunning. Most of these men had the potential to make it to the final round, so not even the organizers could be sure who would emerge as champion.

Just then, the Huaxia fighter Wu Yun had been watching, Iron Fist, walked up to the box.

Iron Fist was dressed in traditional Huaxia training attire. His muscles weren’t prominent, but he still looked quite sturdy.

There was no taunting among the fighters on stage; on the contrary, it was quiet. No one underestimated anyone else. After all, they had all been handpicked and were all here for a single goal: tonight’s championship prize of US$ 500,000.

Wu Yun acquired Iron Fist’s information.

Name: Li Hai (Codename: Iron Fist)

Age: 29

Height: 180cm

Weight: 84kg

Skills: Master of Ang Fist, Master of Boxing, Wrestling Proficiency.

’Iron Fist’s physical stats are in the top three, at least. All his attributes are well-balanced and over 80.’

Seeing a fellow countryman about to compete in a foreign land, Wu Yun couldn’t help but shout, "Iron Fist! You got this! I’m betting on you!"

Even in the noisy environment, his voice carried clearly to the stage.

Hearing the familiar language, Iron Fist looked up toward the second-floor balcony directly ahead. A young man in his early twenties was standing by the railing, looking at him.

Iron Fist stood firm, gave Wu Yun a traditional fist-and-palm salute, and then reached into the box.

"Nice! I can’t wait to see which is tougher—the Pirate’s axe or Iron Fist’s fist!" the host boomed as another match was set.

’That’s right. Iron Fist was lucky to draw Number 16. If he’s careful in this first match, he can definitely win it, and then he’ll have at least an hour or two to rest!’

A short time later, all the remaining fighters had completed the draw. Interestingly, none of the six Asian fighters were matched against each other in the first round.

After the draw, the fighters left the stage to prepare. The host then announced, "Ladies and gentlemen! Now it’s time to place your bets! For the various rules, please consult the advisors at your side!"

The words had barely left his mouth when the staff member who had officiated the bet between Wu Yun and Takeda Nobuyoshi returned. Standing between them, he smiled and said, "Mr. Wu, Mr. Takeda, please choose the fighters you’ll be backing."

Wu Yun smiled. "As one of the Huaxia People, I’m naturally supporting the fighter from Huaxia!"

Hearing this, Takeda Nobuyoshi, who was standing beside him, gave a disdainful smirk. "When it comes to fighting, Japan is number one in Asia! I’ll choose the Pirate!"

The staff member quickly made a note, handed the document to both men for their signatures, and then asked with a smile, "Gentlemen, would you care to place a wager with the casino? The current odds are 1.5 for a win by the Pirate, and 2.0 for a win by Iron Fist."

Wu Yun thought for a moment. "I’ll put one million US Dollars on Iron Fist." He then wrote out a check for a million dollars and handed it to the staff member.

The staff member accepted the check, handed Wu Yun a receipt, and finished entering the information on a tablet.

Wu Yun then turned his gaze to Takeda Nobuyoshi. After a moment of hesitation, Takeda Nobuyoshi said, "I’ll bet US$ 500,000. I’m not as wealthy as you. I need to save some money to support our fighters from Japan later!"

Just as the staff member was about to complete the transaction, Wei Wu, who was standing behind Wu Yun, asked, "Boss, can we place a bet?"

Over the past few days, even during their downtime, Wei Wu hadn’t joined them to play a few hands at the casino. He had only watched from the sidelines.