I don't have a system but I have a hammer

[As soon as he finished speaking, the lights in the entire venue were dimmed. Junior Sister’s huge ceiling spotlights directly shone a dazzling light on the central venue. At the same time, the entire audience stopped making noise and tightened their grip on the bets in their hands. Tickets, staring expectantly and excitedly at Mr. Claw on the field, and...]

"I, damn it!"

[As soon as the bright light above my head fell, I subconsciously squinted my eyes and covered my head with my hands. I endured the extremely uncomfortable bright light and looked up at the tall man opposite who was doing stretching exercises, frowning. Asked...]

"Don't you find it dazzling?"

"As someone who has been there, I would like to advise you..."

[Glancing at the referee team who were checking the protective gear, the tall man squatting on the ground with one leg retracted his movements and stood up. While moving his right shoulder, he said coldly...]

"You are a newcomer and you still have a bright future. There is no need to bury you here. Others may show mercy, but here, the only way is death. So before the bell rings, retreat as soon as possible. Let’s race…”

"Oh…"

[I nodded calmly and said nothing more, because at this moment, two referees wearing protective gear had already entered the cage and closed the iron door with their backhands. Standing were the tall man and the Behind me...]

"Attention, as soon as the bell rings, the game begins!"

"Attention, as soon as the bell rings, the game begins!"

[The two of them gave instructions and patted us on the shoulders respectively, and then entered the refereeing state. The audience outside the stadium was completely quiet at this moment, and the entire atmosphere seemed to have solidified into ice...]

[The silence around seemed to be infected by the tall man in front of him, so he opened his posture with blazing eyes, and five sharp claws stretched out from the joints of his five fingers with two clicks. The muscles in his whole body also tensed at the same time, fully prepared. He was ready to attack at any time, but when he saw me standing still, a look of disdain suddenly flashed in his eyes...]

[As for me, while adapting to the intense bright light above my head, and still wondering why there were no players saluting their fists, I suddenly heard...]

"000000"

[As soon as the bell rang, the fierce man flew into the air! 】

"die!"

[The tall and strong man has indeed rich experience in the competition. As soon as the bell rang, his eyes immediately showed a cold look like a murderous god. At the same time, with the squeaking sound that occurs when the soles of his feet are violently rubbed against the ground, he suddenly lowered his body and rushed forward+ Three-step jump + tiger leap + air claw attack + corpse separation! 】

[With just a word of "submission", there was only me left in the arena with my right hand facing forward, a mutilated corpse without its head and upper body, a haze of brain blood spraying across half of the field, and a body stained bright red, but completely gone. The sluggish referee understood what was going on, and the silence outside the court was even more like death. Even the dancing and cheerleaders were as stupid as puppets at this moment...]

"Is it too much strength?"

[With an expressionless expression, I shook off the dirt on my hands. I glanced at the strong man with nothing above his chest. Facing the dumbfounded eyes of everyone present, I used my hand to cover the bright light, and pointed at the light above melancholy. Deng, turned to look at the host whose pupils were shaking and asked...]

"Can you not do it so irritatingly next time?"

【Wow~】

[It was only then that everyone realized what was happening, and the next second there was a wave of enthusiastic uproar and screams. Of course, the exclamations and cheers were also endless...]

"Oh my god! One punch! Only one punch!?"

"How is this a dark horse? This is clearly a nuclear horse!"

"Oh my God!!!"

"This is the power that only gods have!!"

"He...he didn't even move his feet!!"

"What the hell! What are this guy's fists made of?"

"He actually lost the upper half of Talon's body?"

"This punching power! I can at least be in the top 20!"

"Top 20? This core horse can definitely be in the top five!!"

"It's crazy, this year's ranking is going to change!"

"... "

[Half an hour later, in the locker room...]

[I was changing my suit, and I casually tore off the fake leather mask on my face, glanced at the man in the hat who had finally dealt with the reporters, kicked the towel at his feet away, and looked at him as he kept wiping his sweat. Hehehe smiled...]

"It can be seen that the job of an agent is very hard..."

"Hahaha, you are wrong..."

[Although the man in the hat was sweating profusely and dressed in a mess, he couldn't hide the excitement and excitement on his face at all, and he couldn't resist the cheerful smile on his face...]

"It's just that being your agent will be a bit hard, but the hard work is worth it, because I just received news from the sponsor, hahaha, you don't have to play the second and third games, just challenge for the three consecutive championships , Oh, by the way, there is also good news. The daughter of the organizer said that she hopes to take a photo with you when she attends the press conference later..."

"Can you refuse?"

[I frowned, picked up the water and started slurping it to cover the reluctance on my face...]

"I don't really like to show off..."

"That's why I prepared a simulation mask for you..."

[The man in the hat locked the door to prevent reporters from rushing into the locker room, and came over with a smile...]

"I'm not afraid to tell you that so far, there are only five alien death fighters from other civilizations on the deathmatch ranking list in Central City, but their rankings are not even in the 200th place. Do you know why?"

"Why else?"

[I drained the water in the bottle at once and glanced at him casually...]

"Isn't it because of poor strength?"

"Wrong, wrong..."

[The man in the hat took the empty bottle in my hand and threw it handsomely into the trash can nearby, but unfortunately he missed...]

"Because of xenophobia, city people reject villagers, and Zuonan people reject aliens. Do you understand? Any club that dares to admit alien death fighters will basically be attacked by other clubs, so I have to cover it up. your…"

"No, you are wrong..."

[After tidying up my suit in front of the mirror, I picked up the mask on the seat and put it on carefully. I looked at myself in high spirits in the mirror, with a touch of confidence shining in my eyes...]

"If you lose the game, it's just a matter of strength. It has nothing to do with whether the needle is targeted or not!"