Under normal circumstances, Dario Moore would only make an appearance two or three times a week. It was considered a lucky opportunity for anyone to see him in action. Many came over every day just for a chance to see him fight.

The reason was simple. Dario’s fights were exceedingly violent, and his opponents would often end up lying in a pool of their own blood. Despite that, his performances carried a flair of elegance. Often his fights would seem like a friendly exhibition match at first, only to progress into actual bloody combat. Every single one of his matches never failed to amaze.

“Dario’s actually making an appearance?”

“Today’s not a special occasion and there aren’t many people. Why would the gym make such an arrangement?”

“Could it be that this wasn’t planned? Maybe that masked man was trying to make trouble?”

“If that guy’s not part of the gym, he’s going to be in deep trouble when Dario comes out to fight. Rumor has it that Dario once crushed every one of his opponen