The Strongest Conquest System

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Meanwhile, in one of the fighting rings during the sixth set of rounds during the preliminary part of the tournament,.

"Do you know who I am!?" A voice boomed out with arrogance oozing out of every word.

The owner of this voice was staring down at a 5'8 sickly-looking fellow with barely any meat on his bones.

His outfit was sort of similar to that of a ninja, but at the same time, it was all tattered and looked as if it had been through years of tough times

And it was because of these features that a man who stood in at 7'2, with a frame analogous to that of a giant, saw his opponent as nothing more than a joke.

"I don't know how you managed to win five matches before mine, but this will be the moment you realize the difference between your strength and mine!"

WAAA!

The large man fully unleashed his Peak Void Refining Realm aura as he wore a smug look on his face.

"This is the difference between someone in the Early Void Refining and Peak Void Refining Realms! Bow before your daddy!"

Azmond turned his lifeless and haggard eyes up to the weakass aura being released.

And it was at that moment

THUD!

He fell to his knees!

"H-How can you be so strong??" Azmond asked with 'disbelief' etched across his face.

"Ha! You pissant weakling! This is the difference between one such as you and one as great as I!" The robust man roared with a satisfied look on his face.

'It seems like this man is extremely solipsistic Perfect!' Azmond thought with an imperceptible flash of excitement flashing past his eyes.

After realizing this would be an interesting fight, he struggled to get up off the ground.

The large man looked at this sight with a slightly annoyed expression.

"Don't you know when you should just give it up??" He asked with furrowed brows.

Azmond shot his dark gray eyes in the direction of the robust man's face before, through a hoarse voice, he replied, "I can't"

"You can't what!?" The large man snarled, his eyes watching the corpse-like man start walking toward him.

*Thud Thud*

Azmond took heavy steps under the 'immense' pressure as he took step after step in the robust man's direction.

And with this snail-pacer trudge toward the large man, Azmond focused his shaky eyes on the expression of the robust man.

After getting a good look at his ugly mug, he shouted, "I can't lose! My family is still waiting for me to provide for them!"

Following his chivalrous words, he used all of his 'will power' in order to dash at the robust man.

"!?!?" Robert observed this man going against him with a dumbfounded look on his face.

"How are you able to move under my immeasurably powerful, all-encompassing, extremely, absurdly strong aura!?" He bellowed out with a stupefied expression.

"Why?" Azmond repeated with an unwavering gaze, his body speeding up in Robert's direction.

WAAM!

The robust man slammed his eight-foot-long hammer down in an attempt to thwart his advance.

However, before it could touch a hair on Azmond's head, he slid under the hammer before making his way around the giant-like man.

After making it behind Robert, he continued what he was saying earlier. "I'm able to resist your extremely powerful aura because"

Azmond's hand went into the air at this part of his words as he continued, "Because of the power of friendship!"

"!!!"

Following his proclamation, he let his fist go straight into the cocopebbles of the robust man.

"Arrgghh!!" Robert hollered with an anguished look on his face as he frothed at the mouth before falling to the ground.

He had passed out cold after taking on that 'attack' from Azmond.

The announcer was still trying to process what the hell just happened.

But regardless of his confusion on the matter, he still had to announce the results, so he shouted, "The winner of fighting ring 736, round number 6, is participant 'Morningstar'!"

After the announcer's voice resounded, the crowd cheered with fervent expressions, as who didn't love an underdog story!

Azmond glanced at all the fans he had managed to gain, as he knew what it was he had to do for the next part of his Edgelord plan.

He fell to the ground with a thud!

"It hurts so bad! That truly was a battle too intense for my weak body to handle!" Azmond shouted with a pained look on his face.

He rolled around on the ground, holding a few 'bloody' parts of his body.

"No, not my love!"

"Don't put him out of the battles so soon!"

"I can't see him die! Someone close my eyes!"

"Please! Someone help him and heal him!"

"Seeing him injured makes me wet"

Thousands of fans among the crowd made varying comments as they waited with bated breath!

"..."

Azmond looked up and saw that his 'fake it till you make it' plan was working.

And now the next step must commence!

"I-I will die soon" He mumbled with an ashen expression.

The crowd went into an uproar after this announcement, but before it got out of hand, Azmond interrupted them, saying:

"However, I can be saved using a special 'money to health' ability of mine... But it must be done soon!"

"!?" "!?" "!?"

The crowd heard what the sickly man said, as they thought it sounded like a bunch of bullcrap!

On top of that, the announcer said, "We have healers who should be able to help you right away."

"No!" Azmond shouted, blood leaking out of all his seven offices.

"I will die within ten seconds unless I'm able to obtain four hundred billion gold coins to heal my injuries!"

"!!!" "!!!" "!!!"

The people in the crowd started to freak out when they heard that he would die within ten seconds!

And it was at that moment that they knew they had a choice to make!

BING! BING! BING!

All the rich onlookers threw billions of gold coins in Azmond's direction!

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