The Pit members and Wolf were having next to no trouble dealing with the students. They had to be a bit more careful due to the equipment being used, but the students were clearly rough around the edges when it came to actual combat.
At certain moments, the weapons turned out to be more of a hindrance than a help, with a noticeable bit of hesitation accompanying each swing.
And then there was Wolf himself. He could sense the exact moment any of his members were in trouble, and his presence alone was enough to make an approaching group of students back off.
He stood still for a moment, analyzing the situation with sharp eyes, his focus cutting straight through the crowd of students.
"Hmm... all of these students, they’re F-ranks. I was hoping for E-ranks so our people could get a bit more experience," Wolf muttered under his breath.
"There you go again, with your game talk," Sandra said, casually kicking a student in the back of the face. "You know, if there wasn’t some substance to it, I’d say you were completely crazy. So go on, tell me, which ones have caught your eye?"
The Pit was a group that specialized in fighting-based jobs, and part of Wolf’s role as leader was identifying which opponents were worth paying attention to.
That way, he could analyze which ones his people should take on, and which ones he needed to deal with personally. To do that, he’d developed a system. A system that was near perfect. A system that, so far, had never failed him.
Just like in a game, he would rank his opponents using letters. Each person would have an overall ranking, but other factors, like speed, strength, or technique, might receive separate ratings.
For the general public, the kind of people who had never been in a fight in their lives, he gave them a rank of U. That stood for Unrankable.
As for the students they were up against now, he had assigned them an F rank, the lowest possible ranking he could think of.
Most of the Pit members, he would classify as D-rank fighters. A few of them maybe dipped into E-rank territory. That was why they weren’t having any trouble facing off against the students.
However, there were a few among the students who caught his attention. Ones he determined were above F rank.
"The one fighting the kid in the green tracksuit," Wolf said quietly.
The person he was referring to was Joe, who was going up against Ko.
Ko was relentless, landing hard kicks that struck Joe in the legs every time. Somehow, Joe managed to stay standing, though he looked like he was barely holding it together. He kept throwing punches, but none of them were landing.
"His opponent’s an E-rank. So, a little better than the others... but the green one?"
Still getting hammered by the kicks, Joe suddenly raised both of his hands.
"Ko, you damn fool! The number of times I had to laugh at your stupid jokes!"
Joe charged forward.
Ko went to deliver another powerful kick, but because of Joe’s sudden push forward, he couldn’t connect at the full force he’d intended.
Joe then took a swing and nailed Ko clean on the chin. It wasn’t just a lucky hit, he followed up instantly, his fists flying as flashes of his training sessions with Steven surged in his mind.
Money... money... money! In Joe’s eyes, Ko’s head had transformed into Mit’s, and he unleashed hit after hit without holding back. When he finally stopped, Ko dropped to the ground, completely unconscious.
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