Chapter 241 - Locked.

*Creak*

The sound of a door creaking when opening echoed in the vast room of the Stadium. A black-haired young man very slowly opened the door where a trail of blood was located.

Soon, the door was opened enough so he could see inside, but he saw nothing except darkness, complete pitch darkness.

Ichiro slowly moved his hand towards the light switch; he still had his other sword in front of him as protection.

*Clank*

He pressed the light switch, and the lights immediately inside the room started flickering.

Ichiro narrowed his eyes as he looked at the small room in front of him. It was close to a size of a cleaning closet, but except there weren't any cleaning equipments... Instead, the shelves were full of different kinds of weapons!

Ichiro looked at the ground and saw the trail of blood going to the wooden closet, which was tightly shut.

He took another look at the luxurious bar, and after that, he entered the small room. He looked around the room, but there wasn't a soul in sight.

His first destination was the wooden closet. While walking there, he saw blood dripping down from the cracks of the wall.

Ichiro put his hand on the door of the closet and opened it swiftly!

He instantly pointed his swords towards the closet, but the sight shocked him.

He thought he would see the corpse of some unfortunate one who died early, but instead...

There were dozens of blood bags hanging from the ceiling, and a few of the bags had ripped, which caused the blood to leave the interior of the bag and drip down towards the ground.

''Heh, fuck.'' Ichiro shook his head and closed the closet door.

He looked at the countless weapons in the wall and grabbed a few daggers. He couldn't really hide them anywhere, so he only took a small piece of rope from the shelf and strapped the daggers on his waist.

He put the swords back on the sheaths.

'Wait...' Ichiro suddenly stopped and remembered one thing. He was sure that he heard a screaming noise coming from here...

He went to the door and put his hand on the doorknob; he tried to twist it and open the door... But it didn't open.

A bad feeling arose in Ichiro's heart.

*BAM*

He tried to tackle the door into pieces, but it didn't even flinch.

Ichiro started kicking the door mercilessly, but the door kept standing without a sign of breaking down.

He grimaced and stopped kicking, but then he heard a noise from the other side of the door.

*Crkkk*

A sound of something burning.

Ichiro watched as a cloud of smoke started infiltrating the room he was in.

'Whoever locked me up here... Is trying to suffocate me?' Ichiro grimaced.

He quickly took a decisive step forwards, put his fist on the punching state, and twisted his waist.

[Ironical Destruction!]

His fist struck the door like a cannon, and an ear-piercing sound came.

*BOOM*

Ichiro looked at the door, and it was still standing!

There wasn't even a scratch, which finally caused Ichiro to become serious.

''Good luck surviving, morooooon.'' A voice full of mocking came from another side of the door.

Ichiro scoffed; he unsheathed his swords and stabbed towards the door.

*Clank!*

The blade didn't even pierce through the door.

''Not sharp enough...'' Ichiro clicked his tongue, ''Should I make swords by myself, or should I try to improve these more...''

The smoke had already made the visibility of the room poor, but Ichiro wasn't panicking.

He looked calmly around the room, but then, he saw an air vent in the ceiling!

Ichiro smirked and put the swords back on the sheath.

He used the shelf as the foothold and climbed towards the air vent.

The air vent was closed tightly, but Ichiro simply punched it, which made the screws go loose.

Ichiro grabbed it and threw it to the ground. He looked at the air vent, which is a very tight fit. He had to take off his sword sheaths and daggers from his waist and threw them to the air vent first.

After that, it was his turn to enter. He used the shelf to push him upwards, which made entering the air vent very simple and easy.

Ichiro's muscular body could barely fit inside the air vent, but he could somehow crawl inside.

While moving, he saw a couple of cameras inside the air vent, that made Ichiro snort.

They didn't seem to be as stupid as Ichiro thought.

Ichiro crawled in the air vents until he finally found an exit.

There was a similar vent cover, but Ichiro broke it by simple punch again. The vent cover dropped down on the ground with a loud noise, but Ichiro didn't care.

He pushed the sword sheaths and daggers out of the vent first, and then it was his turn.

He dropped down on the ground and instantly looked around him.

Ichiro was currently in the middle of a spacious room with a large screen and hundreds of seats.

'Movie theater too... How luxurious.' Ichiro grabbed the sword sheaths and put them back on his waist. He also grabbed the daggers and strapped them tightly.

''Time to find that fucker...'' Ichiro left the theater and started running towards the luxurious bar.

He remembered the way he used while in the vent, just for one purpose, to find a way back to the luxurious bar.

Soon, he found a pair of glass doors in the distance. He accelerated his speed and soon arrived at the glass doors.

He unsheathed his swords and entered the luxurious bar again.

He took a glance at the place where he was locked at. There were pieces of papers burning in front of the door while a cloud of smoke was spreading everywhere.

*Creak*

Ichiro snapped his head towards the direction of the sound and saw one of the doors closing very slowly.

Someone left the luxurious bar only recently!

'Found you...' Ichiro thought with murderous intent. He has no respect for those who don't have the balls to fight directly and instead use tricks to either suffocate or burn his opponent to death.

Both of them are quite a terrible way to die, which tells a lot about the personality of the one who attacked him.

He must be a ruthless and cunning individual.

Ichiro doesn't feel any pain in his heart if he removes another cancer from the world.