Chapter 205: First Organisation Bout

After fucking Sifa senseless, Kalon spent some more time in her world, exploring the cities with her.

This gave him a chance to see just how high her celebrity status had climbed, and also let the world know that they still had an alliance, even if most of Sifa’s time was spent with her other summon, the dragon.

Once this was done, Kalon said his goodbyes and returned to Earth to sleep.

As he slept, he decided that he would pay Sifa more frequent visits now that she was at seduction rank nine. With just one more stage increase, he would be able to take her to other planets.

Sifa was a strong woman now that she had her dragon. Kalon estimated that its rank was roughly B overall, with potential to climb to high A or low S.

As for Sifa herself, she was low-gold now, as her riches had allowed her to purchase the appropriate supplements to advance.

This meant that her skill level was close to Josinia’s, though Josinia had much more useful skills and actual combat training.

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The next day, as Kalon stood by the window of his high-rise, eating breakfast whilst staring down at the busy streets of central London, he got a call on his phone.

It was from none other than Atlas.

With a raised brow, he answered.

"Hello Atlas."

"Morning kid, got a fight for you. Your first professional fight under our organisation. You feeling ready? Pfft, what am I kidding, of course you are."

Kalon’s brows rose even further.

He had only been a part of the organisation for a number of days and he had already been contracted a professional fight.

If he was a normal person, he might start feeling nervous and anxious for the fight. But for someone like Kalon who had fought to the death so many times, it wasn’t as big of a deal to him as it should be.

Still, he was excited.

"Of course. What are the details?"

Rather than filling him in on everything, Atlas pinged him the contract.

Kalon scanned over it.

The opposing fighter was from a French organisation. Not one of the absolute top continental names, but strong enough that the booking would draw attention. The fight was set for one week from now. Short notice by normal standards. Most first official appearances under a major organisation came with more build-up than that.

Then Kalon saw the payout.

£100,000.

That number alone told him Atlas was not treating this like a quiet debut. A hundred thousand pounds for a first fight under the organisation meant they wanted the match seen. It meant they expected him to win entertainingly enough to justify the figure.

Kalon accepted.

On the call, Atlas sounded pleased.

"Good. I’ll send out some more details to you later that day. Read them carefully when they come through."

"I will."

The call ended.

Kalon set the phone down and finished his breakfast by the window, all whilst thinking about the fight.

It was only a week away, not long at all, but long enough for him.

He would research his opponent carefully when he had the time to, however today he had other plans.

Kalon decided to go watch another professional fight live. There was a featured card in the city that afternoon, and one of the main pairings was too relevant to ignore.

One of the Ten Dragons was fighting a member of Atlas Corporation.

That combination was very important in the national scene.

Not only were these two of the largest organisations in the country, but they also both meant something to Kalon. One had tried to recruit him, and another actually had.

It was a fight he didn’t want to miss.

Kalon left the high-rise before midday and headed for the arena.

Even from the street, the build-up was obvious. Media drones floated near the upper gates. Fans in mixed colours filled the approach stairs. Some wore Ten Dragons badges on their sleeves. Others had Atlas marks stamped across jackets and shoulder patches.

Sellers moved through the crowd with programmes, overpriced drinks, and cheap light-sticks that would be useless once the real fight started.

Thankfully, it was so packed that no one seemed to notice him, otherwise the media might swarm him with questions.

Kalon entered through member access. Atlas credentials made the process easier, since he didn’t have to pay for tickets.

Inside, the temperature rose with body heat and pre-fight noise. The main hall was built in the standard modern style: steep seating, a giant reinforced central cage, capture lenses on every side, and a suspended screen already looping fighter profiles and previous knockout clips.

He took a seat in one of the upper organisation sections. From there he could see the whole cage, both corner teams, and the way the crowd shifted every time the screen changed image.

The undercard matches finished one after another. Some ended by decision. One ended early with a clean body shot and a fighter who could not beat the count. The crowd grew louder after each result, less patient, more ready for the featured bout.

Then the lights dropped.

The announcer’s voice rolled through the arena as the Atlas fighter entered first.

"From Atlas Corporation — Marcus Vale!"

Marcus Vale came out to mixed noise under the white-and-black Atlas colours.

He was broad through the shoulders, clean-cut, with the polished look of a great fighter. A section of Atlas supporters rose immediately. The rest of the arena waited.

Then the announcer raised his voice again.

"And facing him — from the Ten Dragons Corporation, Third Dragon of the current table, Jacques Roulet!"

The reaction changed at once.

Jacques Roulet entered. Silver-streaked hair. A deep scar along his jaw. The same broad, scarred presence Kalon had seen at the Ten Dragons headquarters when they first tried to recruit him.

When Roulet walked out, the sound that hit the cage was even louder.

Both men entered the cage.

Marcus Vale looked focused and prepared.

Roulet looked settled, almost comfortable.

Corner teams cleared off. Officials took their places. The barrier sealed with a hard light shimmer.

Kalon leaned forward slightly.

His curiosity was peaking.

Then before he knew it, the fight began.