I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse-Chapter 1294: Hand Knife

"I understand, it won’t happen again next time." The man snorted coldly. He saw you still standing there and assumed you were an Artificial Human, so he barked at you, "What are you doing here? Is this a place where you belong?"

"Sir, he is your opponent for tonight."

"Him? Him?" The man suddenly laughed wildly, "Number 15, someone like this wants to challenge me? I think you’d better send all those women over to me instead."

"Those are the rules. No one but the master can break them." Number 15’s tone was indifferent. He gestured for you to sit across from the man and said to you, "Sir, the man before you is your opponent tonight. He has won ten consecutive rounds here, and his strength is formidable. Be careful."

"I understand." You nodded calmly.

"Kid, you’re not even of age yet, and you think you can beat me? Isn’t that pure fantasy?" The man’s grin widened crazily.

Imitating Number 15’s tone, you said to the man, "Do you know wolves?"

"What?"

"Wolves rarely roam the forest openly like tigers. They usually rest in secrecy or stalk their targets. Once they find their prey, wolves will mercilessly tear them apart with their sharp teeth. Wolves never laugh arrogantly in front of their prey, nor do they foolishly provoke a more powerful enemy. They are only at their craziest during the attack."

At this moment, both Number 15 and the man caught a hint of ferocity in your eyes.

"Alright, kid, let’s see who’s stronger in the arena later. I’ll make you taste fear then!" The man laughed loudly and walked out of the room.

"Number 15, can you tell me his strongest asset? Or what his most lethal attack is?"

"It’s his fists, Sir. His explosive power is immense, and his strength is terrifying. Many of his opponents have had their skulls shattered with a single punch right after stepping into the arena."

You nodded and then fell into deep thought.

"Sir, do you need anything else?"

"No, let me think carefully. This guy is stronger than I expected."

"If you need me, just call my name. I’ll appear before you immediately."

Number 15 quietly closed the door and vanished into thin air. In the next moment, he appeared in a room resembling a garden.

The room was filled with flowers, and in front of him was a little girl holding a teddy bear. She was a strikingly spirited child, about four to five years old, with a ponytail tied on her head. At that moment, her bright eyes were blinking as she gazed at Number 15.

"Master." Number 15 knelt before the little girl.

"That person is interesting. If he loses, turn him into an Artificial Human. I want him as my servant," the little girl said innocently.

"Yes, Master."

Two hours later, the arena was already packed with people. Yes, packed! A massive underground arena capable of accommodating tens of thousands was now completely full! Thousands of people were shouting and yelling, waving their tickets and screaming at the empty arena.

"Hungry Wolf! Hungry Wolf!"

Meanwhile, in dimly lit rooms scattered across the Solar System, several figures were conversing through realistic holographic screens.

"I hear this match is going to be interesting," said a young male voice.

"A kid against a grown man—what’s so interesting? There’s no suspense," said a middle-aged man.

"Heh, I wouldn’t say that," added a sharp voice that immediately marked the speaker as a Crafty Merchant.

"I have no stance on this match. I’m not betting."

"I kind of like that kid. I’m betting on him to win."

"If you’ve got money to burn, be my guest. My wager stays unchanged at fifty billion."

"Oh-ho, fifty-to-one odds. Very interesting, very interesting."

Back at the arena.

"Hungry Wolf! Hungry Wolf! Hungry Wolf!"

Amid the deafening cheers, the man donned a gray cloak and a golden belt as he stepped onto the arena stage one deliberate step at a time. He waved at the crowd like he was the Prime Minister of the Solar System Alliance.

On the opposite side of the stage, you walked forward silently, your eyes fixed ahead as you stared intensely at your opponent.

"Kid, you’d better surrender now. If I really kill you, your mom will cry," the man taunted the moment he set foot in the arena.

"Enough nonsense. Let’s settle this with our skills." Before coming here, you had already analyzed your opponent’s strengths and weaknesses. In the end, you decided to win with speed.

The duel began with the thunderous echo of a gong, and as its sound reached your ears, you moved—rapidly!

Like a Ghost, you darted around the man, looking for an opening to strike. Seeing this, the man abandoned his arrogance and immediately adopted a serious expression. After all, he had been the Hungry Wolf champion for ten consecutive rounds. Reaching this level was no fluke.

"Breaking Sky Fist!"

The man shouted sharply, channeling force through his right hand. The blow swept the air and hurtled toward you. You suddenly felt your body freeze for a moment before a massive force hurled you backward.

The sheer power of the punch made you feel as though your veins were about to burst, and your internal organs seemed displaced. But you quickly got to your feet, supporting yourself with one hand on the ground, body hunched in a stance reminiscent of a wolf readying to attack.

"Not bad. There aren’t many who can still stand after taking my punch!"

You let out a fierce roar and lunged at the man.

"Left side!"

The man swung another ferocious punch toward his left. But in a critical moment, you suddenly twisted your body, planting your right foot firmly on the ground and surging to the left (on the man’s right side).

Your sudden movement caught the man off guard. His punch, thrown with excessive force, left an opening in his defense.

This was your chance!

"Raging Moon Wave!"

In that instant, the crowd saw a flicker of white slicing through the air. Then, a burst of blood sprayed across the arena. The man collapsed before he had any chance to retaliate. His waist had been severed by your strike.

"He cheated! He used a weapon!" Somewhere in a shadowy room, a man shrieked.

"Look closely—it wasn’t a real blade. It was a hand knife."

"It really was a hand knife... This kid isn’t ordinary. He actually knows martial arts from an ancient country. Impressive, impressive."

"Another loss! I’ll try again next month."

"Kid, you’d better remember me!"

"Oh-ho-ho, not bad. This kid’s got real skill."

Back at the arena, the crowd had gone insane. All their eyes were on you—the boy standing at the center of the stage, his right hand still dripping with crimson blood.