Demon Lord's Reincarnation

It only took a few seconds before the newly cleaned play area got littered with whatever the audience was holding. And for some reason, I even got pelted with a pineapple, a watermelon, a coconut, and several fruits so I had to leave the scene while making a fruit platter.

That elicited more people to throw fruit in my direction but no one—aside from the first few sneak attacks—managed to reach my body.

I didn't even look back at the dumbass who challenged me to a fight but he looked like one of those "modern" paintings that would fetch a million dollars when he came back on his spot.

With that said, the items he wagered easily fell on my lap though I quickly threw the phone that had all his girl's nudes and their videos in a random direction. To my surprise, some people fought for them because his girl was actually decent. Well, I have someone that could be called more than decent and I don't want the image of another man's dick ingrained in my memory for the foreseeable future.

Once things calmed down, Mr. Cuervo spoke into his mic to announce the next fight.

[Alright… The next fight will be between— Hmm? Jericho and Enrique… Enrique is the challenger and—]

Mr. Cuervo wasn't even done speaking when Enrique cut him off. Furthermore, he seemed to have managed to acquire a mic of his own and he started shouting at the top of his lungs.

[COME OUT HERE, YOU PSYCHO! I'M GONNA GIVE YOU A FEW ONE-TWOS FOR THE THINGS YOU PUT ME THROUGH! I'M GONNA—]

Then a familiar voice came from nowhere.

[Nope. You still owe me, lab rat.]

[YOU—]

[And the fight's declined! Settle down, Enrique! I said you got declined! *clears throat* Alright, for the next one… Oh~ This is gonna be spicy~ Hah! Kaley Ishiyama is challenged by Elena Cristobal… Elena, where are you so my attendants can approach you? Here we go~ Play nice, eh?]

Once again, Mr. Cuervo's gaze landed in my direction but like Kaley, I was confused as fuck as to why Elena challenged her. I was 100% that they had no grievances with each other and if there was one person to challenge, Tatiana would be that person since something already happened between the two and it could be just a form of payback.

'I guess we'll see why.'

It didn't take long before their faces were on the huge screen and it felt like the two were talking face to face even though they were so far from each other.

[Let me set this straight, I had no grievances with her but I would like to know if the woman of the guy I wanted to fuck so badly is more than just a pretty face. That's all. You two could use me all you want for a night if you win but I get to use him all I want if I win. Simple, right?]

At this moment, cheers just erupted from all sides, and for the first time, all eyes were on Kaley. I would've preferred that she stay in the shadows but her simple response just made her stand out even more.

[I'm so sorry, Elena. I'm not as good of a fighter as everyone here but if you want him that badly, all you have to do is just ask…]

Cheers just erupted once again—even more from the hornballs—and Elena's face just lit up with lust and expectation. She almost ran up to our side for a moment but she calmed herself down before she spoke on the mic once again.

[I'll… I'll really take you up on that, Kaley! Fine, I'll withdraw my challenge then! Sorry for the intrusion!]

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry but I'm already thinking of taking something to make me last through the "gauntlet" Kaley would be putting me through after all this was over. However, it didn't take long before the intermission took a serious turn because Mr. Cuervo's face turned solemn when he received information about the next challenge.

[Hmm. I was just informed that Benjamin Castillo is challenged by the majority of the De Leon Family. I'm sorry to say this but if we try to facilitate all of you to fight him, it would just take too long. However, I'll allow three of you to fight him—if he agrees to it—in whatever way you see fit. How about that?]

The moment Mr. Cuervo gave his suggestion, most of the people from Quinn's group were against it because their plan involved tiring him out with numbers and then dealing the final blow with the lucky person that would happen to go against him.

I appreciate the lengths they would go to for one of their own but if it was Benjie we were talking about, they'd have a lot of casualties just to avenge a single person for the injury they sustained. However, this was the De Leon Family we were talking about and I have no right to voice my opinion.

With that said, after a moment of discussion, the three people were selected though the first two fights wouldn't be to the death.

I could somehow recognize them—Number 420 and Number 69—though 420 would be the first one to fight while 69 would be the last one. And to my surprise, Number 8—Dave, would be the one to fight Benjie for their second bout and he looked more solemn than aloof. Later did I know that Number 69 and Number 68 were close relatives so they were aiming to take down Benjie or somehow injure him.

To be honest, I would've liked to have a serious go with the crazy psycho but if they managed to take him down, I would have no qualms about it.

It's just that even with their numbers advantage, things wouldn't go as they planned.

To make the matters worse, Benjie actually requested a lot of expensive and rare items to be added to the pot—though I assumed one of their elders made him do it, and he was basically bleeding them dry. All the De Leon Family could do was pull some of their resources just to have a reckless go with their nemesis.

Once the first fight started, 420's goal was to grab hold of Benjie to punish him over and over.

It's just that Benjie never looked so bored.

The moment 420 grabbed onto his collar, Benjie's nails just dug into his forearms, making long and crooked lacerations through his wrists, making him bleed profusely. His face just contorted from the pain but he didn't fucking let go. He just gritted his teeth as he tried to push Benjie down with his weight but his eyes just widened when he saw his elbows bending the opposite way.

It only took a second but everyone watching the fight saw Benjie grabbing his wrist tightly before sending a knee from an impossible angle, snapping his elbow and making it bend horribly.

The weight 420 used just backfired on himself because all it did was make his injury worse.

He tried to do the same opening with his other arm but Benjie had already taken control of the situation.

Benjie was this fucking close to poking his eye out but that was when a bullet whizzed past his face that made him stop. All of a sudden, his face contorted to controlled rage but the shot was actually fired by one of Mr. Cuervo's security guards.

It was actually a signal to stop the fight because the De Leon Family threw the towel.

Since their fight wasn't to the death, these forfeits were available and if Benjie tried to do something funny, he would be instantly excommunicated.

He could only shake his head as the medical crew took 420 away and he was rolling his eyes when Dave came into his view. He looked even more disinterested when he laid his eyes on his new opponent and he even looked away when Dave opened up with a simple jab.

His bloody nails were already coming for Dave's arm but he never looked so confused when he was airborne and upside down.

'Nani the fuck?'

Benjie had just started falling from getting flipped in the air with a sudden sweep when Dave's heel made contact with his abdomen. He easily flew several feet away but Dave wasn't happy one bit.

Almost everyone thought it was a direct and clean hit but right now, Dave's ankle was bleeding.

The motherfucker managed to receive the blow and lessen the damage while inflicting some on his opponent while caught off-guard. Only a few people saw what actually happened and confused cheers just followed when they saw the state of Dave's foot. However, Dave suddenly kicked up some dirt to blind Benjie and it came with a few droplets of blood from his injured ankle.

Everything happened while Benjie was still in the process of getting up and to everyone's surprise—especially me, Dave actually kicked off his shoe and it was already making its way to its target.