Martial Arts System Chapter 256: Deathmatch.

Chapter 256: Deathmatch.

Everyone in the room gulped, but they thought that the young man with a dirty face was simply an idiot who let go of his guard.
Their greed overcame their previous fear and shock.
Ichiro glanced at them sighed, 'Of course, it wouldn't be so easy…' He could just hide the Power Limit Remover on his Inventory, and no one would ever find it, but then questions will arise.
How was he able to hide it?
The VIPs and Rankless Ones would be more than willing to find out in a hard way.
Ichiro put the wooden box on the table and took a quick glance at the dark room.
He felt a sudden spike of killing intent from that room after he grabbed the wooden box.
'Someone is hiding… A mistake.' A small smile appeared on Ichiro's face as he turned to look at every fighter.
Each one of them looked like a desperate animal who wanted to get a piece of meat. But, they were still wary of each other, and no one wanted to make the first move; it would be a suicide after all.
Ichiro was around 10 meters away from the nearest door which leads out of the room, but there were two young men close to it.
He could kill them quickly and make a run for it, but if he can't finish them off instantly, he would be a target of everyone.
He thought about something, which always worked with his Junior Brothers and Sisters in his previous life.
Ichiro's face turned into a mocking one as he looked at them, ''Cowards, what are you waiting for?''
Everyone in the room looked at him with questioning looks, but then they saw his mocking face, which caused their anger to rise.
Ichiro shook his head with disappointment and grabbed the wooden box, ''Well, I will be taking this because it seems that no one wants this.'' He sighed and started walking towards the exit with his face having the same mocked smile.
Everyone unsheathed their weapons and pointed them at Ichiro, and some of them were sweating heavily.
They gritted their teeth and swung their weapons towards the people nearest to them.
*CLINK*
''Bastards!'' Suddenly, everyone started battling against the people next to them while completely ignoring Ichiro's existence.
Ichiro smiled but didn't leave.
He took another look towards the dark room and felt that the individual hiding didn't have any intention to fight for the Power Limit Remover, but the individual was very greedy for it and will come back for it.
'I will be waiting…' Ichiro unsheathed his sword and started jogging towards the exit of the room.
Few of the fighters noticed him and went straight towards him.
''Give it to me!!!'' A young woman with short brown hair and dirty was shouted with a hoarse tone as she lunged towards Ichiro with her dagger.
''It's mine!'' A young man with bushy eyebrows appeared in front of Ichiro and thrusted his sword towards Ichiro's torso.
Ichiro smirked and struck the blade of the incoming sword with the side of his own sword.
The young man's blade got deflected, and surprisingly it struck the face of the young woman who was about to attack Ichiro!
The young woman became lifeless as she died instantly after the sword pierced her forehead.
''Damn!'' The young man screamed and tried to pull the sword from the skull, but then Ichiro's sword sang and cut his head off.
Ichiro smiled and was about to leave the room, but suddenly a rumbling sound came, and the door suddenly closed with a thud!
His eyes widened as suddenly all the doors in the room closed down.
Everyone stopped fighting and looked around them with confused looks.
Suddenly, a voice came from the speakers.
''Only one can leave this room alive. The holder of Power Limit Remover.'' A static voice rang in his everyone's ears.
''Damn.'' Ichiro sighed and put the wooden box on the floor.
…
In the spectators' room.
''There, now this will make things more interesting,'' Leppercon said with a smile. He never planned to have such a deathmatch in this tournament, but it seems that the VIPs would get annoyed if Ichiro is able to leave too easily with Power Limit Remover.
He had to make things more interesting.
And, VIPs liked it.
''That's what we like!''
''Everyone gang up on Ichiro and kill that fucker!''
''This is getting interesting!''
…
Yumi inside the room had a dejected look. She knows that the spectators know that she is hiding here.
Which means… She has to be the last one standing, or… Dead.
Everyone in the room started retreating from other fighters. This will be a delicate time, and no one wants to start the bloodshed.
Ichiro looked at the scene with a sigh but then remembered one thing…
'No one can enter this place either… Isn't this perfect…' A small smile appeared on his handsome face.
'This is a perfect place to stay till the time limit is over… I can get enough eliminations, and I just have to keep one alive till the time limit is over.' Ichiro's eyes sparkled as a plan, which was greatly different from other fighters, started forming.
Everyone in the room is thinking about how should they survive, but Ichiro is already planning about how he should keep the Power Limit Remover and guard it successfully.
'Now then…' Ichiro looked at the young men and women, he saw that no one was planning to make the first move, and that was perfect.
This stalemate might last a few hours even, and that works perfectly for Ichiro.
He tried to lower his presence as much as he could, but it was difficult because he was the biggest threat, and everyone was wary of him.
But they can't keep the concentration on him for a few hours straight.
After they lose their concentration… Ichiro's presence will be almost xistent, but he is sure that the one hiding in the dark room is stronger than most of the fighters in this room, which makes the individual his biggest threat.
But… He also knows that the individual isn't aware that he knows there is someone hiding in the dark room, and he could use that as an advantage.