Capone: Fortress of Ambition

Prince Elizabello watched the performance of the two, as well as the cheers and shouts of the entire audience, muttering to himself, "I'm not in a hurry. I need to keep a low profile. When I've accumulated enough power, I'll knock you all down with one punch. The final victory will be mine."

On the ring, King of Combat Holyfield continued to attack other contestants. Bege's men fell one after another.

Meanwhile, the azure flames erupting from Marco grew more vigorous. His attack methods were extremely direct; for attacks he couldn't avoid, he would take them head-on with his body. Relying on the super-fast regeneration ability of the Phoenix Devil Fruit, he sent opponent after opponent flying, knocking them down.

Even if his body was pierced by swords, the wounds would heal in an instant.

Opponents who didn't know Haki stood no chance against him.

"These weaklings, they have no strength at all! Why did they even bother participating in the martial arts tournament?" Prince Elizabello's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth, secretly resenting those contestants for not being strong enough. With most of the contestants suddenly gone, he was more easily exposed, instantly disrupting his original plan to quietly accumulate power and then stun everyone with a single blow.

The remaining dozen or so individuals were all elites. Bege's officers, in particular, had teamed up. It took Holyfield and Marco some time to eliminate the rest. Afterward, both their gazes simultaneously fell upon Prince Elizabello at the edge of the ring.

"There's still one small fry left. I'll go clean him up first, then deal with you later," Holyfield made the first move, rushing towards Prince Elizabello like a ferocious wolf.

Prince Elizabello's expression changed, and he began to run along the edge of the ring, trying to dodge Holyfield's attack.

"You guys fight your own battles! Why are you coming after me?" Prince Elizabello shouted.

"This stage does not belong to you!" Holyfield, with even greater speed, caught up to Prince Elizabello and threw a punch.

"Damn it! I've only accumulated power for about ten minutes!" Prince Elizabello's face was grim. Watching the incoming fist, he gritted his teeth and threw a punch in return.

The high-speed heavy punch unleashed an astonishing impact force, slamming into Holyfield. Holyfield's expression changed dramatically. In an instant, he crossed his arms in front of his chest, coating them with Armament Haki.

The astounding shockwave blasted into him. Holyfield felt as if he had been hit by a mountain and was sent flying directly, the terrifying shockwave even shattering parts of the ring.

Holyfield used all his strength to stomp on the ring, repeatedly shattering it, trying to resist the shockwave.

He was pushed back all the way to the edge of the ring before he finally managed to stop Prince Elizabello's King Punch.

Just as Holyfield breathed a sigh of relief, he immediately doubled over and vomited blood. Prince Elizabello's King Punch had injured him significantly.

"The King of Combat is injured! Oh no, Marco is flying up! He's going to attack the King of Combat!" the announcer suddenly roared.

Holyfield immediately looked up and saw Marco flying towards him. Marco's hands had transformed into azure flaming wings, and he approached with astonishing speed, then kicked downwards.

Holyfield hurriedly armed his arms with Haki to block Marco's full-power kick.

The astounding kick sent Holyfield flying directly off the ring, crashing into a distant wall.

King of Combat—Holyfield, eliminated!

This scene caused an uproar among the live audience. They hadn't expected the most favored King of Combat to be eliminated just like that.

"Although the King Punch's flaw is fatal, its power is undeniably terrifying," Moria said gravely, having felt the force of Prince Elizabello's King Punch just now.

Marco landed on the ground, his wings turning back into arms. He looked at the last remaining contestant, Prince Elizabello. Elizabello's face was grim; he was continuously shadowboxing, trying to accumulate power.

"That punch of yours just now was very strong. Come, I will fight you seriously," Marco said with a serious expression, the azure flames on his body growing even stronger. He too had been astonished by Prince Elizabello's King Punch.

A bitter smile appeared on Prince Elizabello's face. That last punch had already exhausted all his strength. How could he still have the power to deal with Marco?

But surrendering was also absolutely impossible for him. When Marco charged over, Prince Elizabello also raised his fist, using all his remaining strength to defend.

The fist burning with azure flames and Prince Elizabello's fist slammed together. Prince Elizabello was sent flying like a sandbag, crashing heavily against the wall and fainting on the spot.

Marco was stunned; he hadn't expected Prince Elizabello's strength to be so weak now.

Finally, the announcer declared Marco the winner of Ring Two.

After an hour's rest, the third ring battle commenced. This match also held little suspense. The defending champion of Ring Three was Demon Bull King Bisacchi Louis. He was an Ox-Ox Fruit user, and his fruit abilities were exceptionally well-developed. Moreover, his physical combat skills and Haki were extremely strong. Bege's men, led by Sam, were no match at all, and Louis achieved a crushing victory.

After three matches concluded, the final battle arrived – the most highly anticipated one among the four ring competitions.

The spectator stands had long been buzzing with excitement, the atmosphere in the arena reaching a fever pitch. As the contestants entered the stage, this enthusiasm rose to an even higher level. The announcer introduced the eagerly awaited contestants with his most impassioned voice, placing particular emphasis on Bege's name.

"I'll slaughter you, and all the honor and cheers will be mine," Taku lowered his head, looking sinisterly at Bege.

The defending champion for this round also made his entrance: the last of the Four Great Kings, Heavy Blade King Mike Feyton.

Mike Feyton was a giant man six meters tall. He wasn't the muscular type of giant but was instead very rotund, looking quite ordinary.

He carried a giant blade on his back, one meter wide. It was said this heavy blade weighed an astonishing 250 kilograms. Yet, Mike Feyton carried this 250-kilogram heavy blade without any visible burden, his steps steady and light.

From this alone, one could tell how astounding his strength was.

Taku and Mike Feyton exchanged a glance. Mike Feyton nodded at him; it seemed the two had reached some sort of agreement.

"Captain, it looks like all these people want to challenge you," Moria, noticing the gazes of the contestants on the ring, realized something and said to Bege with a smile.

"Judging by your expression, you want to play a bit?" Bege's expression was calm, completely ignoring the stares of the contestants.

Moria chuckled. "You know me best. You are our king; how could we let you make a move? Leave all these people to me. I'll take care of them."

"If you like to play, then play to your heart's content," Bege said indifferently.

"Kishishishishishi…" Moria stepped forward, looking around at everyone. His strange, wild laughter echoed across the ring and throughout the fighting arena.

"You want to spar with my captain? First, let me see if you're even qualified."