A foreigner's journey

"Everyone, what do you think?"

In the huge conference room, which was so magnificent that it could even be described as luxurious, sat several powerful and wealthy people in suits.

They were the organizers of the Dark Martial Arts Conference and the sponsors of the teams they supported.

"It looks like cheating."

In response to the fat and big-eared dignitaries' question, a wealthy man with white hair who often appeared on TV made a judgment:

"In my opinion, it is better to directly classify them as cheating and execute them on the spot!"

"Why do I feel that it is because the team you bet on is about to face the Death Team, so you are in a hurry to deal with the strong competitor, Mr. Evil?" The bald and strong old man sneered.

"You, you are talking nonsense!"

"It's obvious that I hit your sore spot!"

It's no wonder that these powerful and wealthy people with all the power are anxious, because holding the Dark Martial Arts Conference can bring huge profits, in addition to the investment and gambling handicaps of the sponsors.

According to calculations, if a team supported by a sponsor wins the tournament, 45% of the 8 trillion yen tournament revenue will go to the sponsor, not including the "wishes" promised to all members of the winning team.

This is the real motivation for sponsors to push for the conference and find powerful monsters to form teams.

Sponsors have three privileges, namely [the right to decide the venue], [the right to choose guests], and [45% of the conference revenue after winning the final victory].

In the past, sponsors of the winning teams of the conference became dictators of a country with the winning money, and some people challenged for eternal life. This is an unimaginable amount of money that is enough to change the situation in a corner of the world.

Each sponsor is confident in his carefully organized team and believes that they can help him reach the top in one step.

However, the dark horse "VIP" who suddenly appeared disrupted their rhythm.

At the beginning, no one in the 16 teams was optimistic about the VIP team. They thought that this group of people were just like the previous VIP team, and were sacrifices used to stir up the atmosphere and vent the emotions of the demon audience.

And these sacrifices broke through the levels one after another with an unstoppable momentum, defeating [Six Travel Team], [Dr. Yiheng Team], [Magic Master Team], and [Ryukaka Team].

They didn't even use their full strength!

No matter how the organizers changed the rules, either the round-robin battle did not allow the Death Team to rest, or they directly fought in the second round, and even used low-end tricks such as split breaking and off-field interference, they still couldn't stop the Death Team.

The rich man named Ezao wiped the greasy sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief and looked at the man sitting in the corner who was smoking: "Mr. Zuo Jing, what do you think the 'knife' used by these guys came from?"

The man named Zuo Jing was a middle-aged man with long hair. He was handsome and had a long scar on his left eye. At this moment, he was sitting at the table with a cigarette between his fingers, watching these sponsors quarrel.

"Their swords are called 'Shallow Fighting', and their production method has a lot to do with the silver-haired woman named Moshi."

Sakyo exhaled a puff of smoke and said lightly:

"The fighting method called 'Hado' that they have used so far is also the power brought by those shallow fighting."

"Oh oh oh! As expected of Mr. Sakyo, you got the information so quickly?" Everyone was excited.

Sakyo smiled: "They are currently living in a luxury hotel on the island. Although they will not tamper with their diet, Urameshi Yusuke and Kuwahara Kazuma seem to be very talkative about their girlfriends and families. It's worth it that I issued VIP tickets to these human girls. I just need to let the weak-looking human female waiters build good relationships with the relatives of these Death God Teams, and naturally I can get some useful information."

In fact, it was Sakyo who was the mastermind behind the 'invitation' of Yusuke and others to participate in the Dark Martial Arts Conference.

Sakyo has maintained absolute confidence from beginning to end, because his "Toguro Team" won the championship of the previous Dark Martial Arts Tournament with a crushing attitude. The strength of the captain Toguro has reached the limit of what the demons in the human world can achieve, and no one is his opponent.

The strange thing is that Sakyo obviously got an unimaginable huge fortune in the previous tournament, but he did not make a big move to shock the world like the sponsors of previous champions. Instead, he lay dormant and led the same team to participate in this Dark Martial Arts Tournament.

No one knows what he wants to do.

"So far, no team can force the true strength of the Death Team."

Sakyo slowly rolled the cigarette in his hand in the ashtray:

"The next game they will face is my Toguro Team, and it should start soon.

Gentlemen, please excuse me first."

He stood up, straightened his suit, and then walked out of the hall.

As soon as Sakyo left, whispers immediately rang out in the conference room.

"This man is crazy. As a sponsor, he actually went to be the fifth member of the Toguro team!"

"Doesn't this just show that he has confidence in his team? We all bet on the Toguro team. As long as they win, we can also make a profit, even if we don't make a fortune like Sakyo."

"In the end, it's still those low-level retail investors who are being cheated. This money is so easy to make."

"It's getting late. Let's go to the VIP audience seats?"

"Let's go."

At this moment, the final venue of the Dark Martial Arts Tournament was filled with countless noisy shouts, and the huge ancient Roman arena-style venue that could accommodate 40,000 people was packed.

At one end of the central circular arena stood the Toguro team. There were only four people in their team participating in the battle, namely 'Toguro Brother', 'Toguro Brother', 'Wu Wei', and 'Crow'. Sponsor Sakyouran stood on the bench. He did not join the team for the purpose of fighting. He had no fighting power and just wanted to watch the final in the best position.

At the other end, the Death God team was also in place. Yusuke, Kurama, Kuwabara, and Hiei had all changed into their own Death Hegemony costumes, with different styles and shapes to suit their personalities, and all of them were worn around their waists.

Moshi sat on the bench under the stage with a smile, looking like he was watching a good show, and had no intention of participating in the battle at all.

The beautiful referees Juri and Koneko were holding microphones and using very professional words to heat up the atmosphere of the whole audience, and the scene was getting more and more heated.

[Devil TV! Devil TV! This is the host Juri. 】

【I am the host Kitty! 】

【The final of this Dark Martial Arts Tournament is being exclusively broadcasted by the Devil TV Station through the Devil Satellite '666'. 】

【Both the 'Toguro Team' and the 'Death Team' have entered the venue. Please be quiet, and now read the rules of the finals——】

【The final of this Dark Martial Arts Tournament adopts a one-on-one battle mode, with a best-of-five system. 】

【Now all the players from both sides are in place, and the game officially begins! 】

【First round, Kurama VS Crow】!

Crow, wearing a black long-tailed dress, long black hair and a mask, jumped lightly onto the arena stage.

Kurama, wearing a black slim-fitting Death Tyrant suit, also walked slowly onto the arena stage, with his hand on the handle of the samurai sword at his waist.

"You know, you are my favorite in the Death God Team."

Crow was in an elegant posture, with his bare hands clenched into claws:

"I'll give you a chance, draw your sword, or I'm afraid you won't even be able to draw your sword and I'll blow you to pieces."

Kurama tilted his head slightly: "Well... it's really not the same level as the previous opponent."

He put his hand on the handle of the samurai sword at his waist, and his fingers slowly stroked the cloth wrapped around the handle:

"It seems that I have to use my real skills."