After Kahn lost, thousands of people who were attracted to their fight suddenly felt disappointed. Mostly because they wanted to see some blood at the end of the finishing blow the mithrans warrior was about to land on the archer.

"Tch! What a good for nothing.. He's only good at making flashy moves despite being a master rank fighter." complained one of the audience.

"He's just a quack! He lost the fight as soon as the opponent closed off the distance between them. He didn't even bother to make a last attempt and gave up. Ah.. I should've focused on some other match instead." complained a demonkin among the crowd.

Hundreds of people amongst those who paid attention to their match also shared the same sentiment. Like they weren't fed enough with good food.

On the battlefield, the mithrans warrior scorned Kahn in contempt.

"I already told you that you're weaker. You successfully wasted both of our time." he said and left the battlefield.

Majority of those who watched him fight thought that he is good but at a disadvantage when fighting against anyone with agility. That he only has burst skills at best. As long as anyone could avoid his attacks, victory was theirs.

BOOO!! BOOOOOO!!

Many people booed at Kahn as he got off from the battle ring and waited for his next turn in the resting area for contestants.

In just fifteen minutes, his turn came again and his opponent was also someone who lost their first battle.

But instead of looking at the opponent, his gaze landed on the scoreboard first and the betting ratio for the next match.

"Just as planned.." spoke Kahn softly and chuckled.

On the scoreboard.. The betting ratio was 80:20 for Kahn's next fight.

The 20 in front of his name while the 80 in front of his opponent who also had disclosed that he was an intermediate master rank combatant, unlike Kahn who kept the rank disclosed.

[Do it now.] he ordered Omega & Ronin who were at different sections of the arena, far away from his location.

Kahn then gazed at his left and he could clearly see Sirius standing amongst hundreds of people who were placing their bets on the next round of fighters.

He was the least betted upon at this moment. The ratio indicated that his odds were 4:1 as of now.

Means if someone placed money on Kahn and he won, they'd get four times the money they used for the best.

But given the previous match and those who already saw the results and noticed that the new opponent was a minor rank higher than him, it was clear as day about who would win.

[Master, it is done.] replied Omega telepathically.

[I'm done as well.] said Ronin.

While Sirius gave him an understanding gaze from the crowd.

Kahn took a deep breath and walked on the battle ring. His opponent was already stronger than him in the public eye so everyone thought about making a quick buck.

His opponent was a 28 years old brown orc with the upper half body of his was full of golden stripes. His 3 meter tall figure with golden gauntlets stood firmly in front of Kahn as he released his aura to show his dominance over the opponent.

"Concede and I will let you go. Try to fight and I will break both of your hands and legs.

Don't say later that I didn't warn you. The choice is yours.." spoke the orc in a rustic voice.

[[Author : Reference Art for Orc Brawler in chapter comments. Check it out.]]

As soon as the referee started the match, Kahn threw away his bow and walked towards the opponent freely, having no care about fighting the opponent without a weapon.

There was no aura of dominance or power around him. He appeared like a harmless man approaching this tyrannical warrior.

"Oh? You're approaching me?" spoke the orc brawler with both his hands shrugged.

"Instead of running away, you're coming right to me?"

"I can't beat the shit out of you without getting closer." said Kahn in a grim tone as he walked steadily.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

"Then come! I'll show you who's.."

SLAP!

Before the tall orc warrior could even complete his sentence, a crisp slap resounded in the battle ring.

THUD!!

The giant body of the tall and ripped orc dropped outside of the ring. The referee and everyone who was watching this match had their eyes wide open in disbelief.

In just 20 seconds, the intermediate master rank orc who was fan favorite to win this match was lying unconscious outside of the ring.

All everyone saw was just a black flash and the next second, the orc opponent was thrown out of the ring.

"Yare yare..

I didn't even have to use my Stand for this guy." said Kahn as he tipped his imaginary hat.

Baffled! Gobsmacked!

Everyone watching this match lost their minds.

Kahn didn't bother paying attention to the audience's response and left the ring after he was declared as the winner.

After he returned to the resting area, an employee of the management told him about his next match that was scheduled 3 days later.

It was for all those who won only one match and had to appear for qualifier matches if they wanted to progress to the next round.

Kahn received his new registration number and information about the schedule of the match and silently left the battle arena.

He achieved what he came for, so he had no interest in wasting time here and watching weaklings fight among themselves.

At the time of midnight, the 3 allies returned to their vehicle and met Kahn who was waiting inside.

"How much?" he asked.

"1.2 Billion." replied Sirius, his body shaking in excitement. This amount was completely unfathomable to him.

"Well, this is just the beginning round and a city-level arena. So I only had you three bet hundred million each.

Not many would even have the gall to bet such a big amount for a first round unless they're from some big noble clan or a faction.

Let's say our first hunt was acceptable." explained Kahn.

He had the 3 of them bet on him and with the odds against him, they quadrupled the money gained.

This was exactly the reason why Kahn chose to lose the first fight and raise the betting odds against him in the first place.

"What's next, my lord?" asked Omega.

To his query, Kahn chuckled and said..

"We rig the fights."