Within the octagonal cage.
A seductive woman carried the announcent board, wearing high heels, walking with a cat-like step on the fight stage.
The leather jacket and shorts revealed her fair thighs and flat abdon, strikingly refreshing.
The two contestants about to engage in a fight to the death were doing simple warm-ups on opposite sides of the octagonal cage.
That’s right.
A fight to the death.
This isn’t the underground boxing ring, before the match, the two competitors voluntarily signed a life-or-death agreent.
Which ans deciding both the outco and life or death.
Betting with one’s life naturally cos with motivation.
The starting prize for this match is fifty thousand US dollars.
And if you kill your opponent, the prize money inflates tenfold to beco five million US dollars!
Dying for wealth, just like animals for food.
Which attracted the forr bodyguard of the Korean presidential office, commonly known as a master of internal affairs.
Being able to PK with a forr presidential bodyguard for a rich prize certainly wasn’t a challenge for the weak; the other contestant was extraordinary too, a Boxing King Xu Kuan from the Korean fighting circuit, erging over the past two years, skilled in various martial arts, favors Muay Thai, notorious for brutal and vicious fighting style, leaving countless opponents with physical disabilities and psychological terror.
Not qualified without great skill.
In short, won’t fall from the sky, to win a sky-high prize, one must be competent enough.
Because it’s a fight to the death, and both parties were celebrities, attracting a large number from the wealthy class to watch on-site.
Sheep’s wool cos from the sheep.
The organizers wouldn’t lose money.
This is the norm of society, the rich throw money from below, while the poor fight desperately on stage.
"Dang..."
With the crisp sound of drums being struck.
The match officially began.
Both were of Asian descent, moderate build, not as tall and strong as Westerners, but equally impactful visually.
As is well known, even without knowing combat one would know, fighting isn’t about having the biggest build for absolute advantage.
For example, those burly gym enthusiasts with arms as thick as Popeye and walk like gorillas, muscles induced by technology and hard work are often just decorative; during a street brawl, they might be easily taken down by regular people.
A fight to the death, excitent speaks for itself, the match had just begun, no probe, both parties quickly approached, throwing heavy, wild punches targeted at each other’s head.
Compared to won stripping, the octagonal cage before the eyes certainly made n’s blood boil.
Especially the wealthy class.
Won co and go at beck and call, inexhaustible like toys.
In a room inside the arena, isolated from outside noise, yet the large screen presented the fight inside the octagonal cage clearly from all angles.
Boss Jiang, the sole audience, raised the ice tea beside him.
Inside the octagonal cage, the tension was suffocating, the forr Korean bodyguard showed formidable speed, after a brief separation, launched the offensive first, exhibiting strong aggressiveness, a fierce straight punch aid at the opponent’s face.
Boxing King Xiang Xing’s strength was honed through countless matches, a side flash avoiding the hit, and countered with a hook aid viciously at the opponent’s ribs, the Korean bodyguard quickly braced, blocked using arms, therein comnced an intense bodily clash, aside from the two involved, no one could truly grasp their feelings.
Neither side yielded, punches landing on flesh, Boxing King Xiang Xing aid for an opening in the opponent’s defense, suddenly launched an uppercut, fast and fierce, smashing the opponent’s chin, the Korean bodyguard’s head snapped back in recoil, blood sprayed from his mouth, droplets scattered violently in the air.
Bleeding was just the beginning.
The injured forr Korean bodyguard launched an even more fierce assault, a flurry of combination punches like a storm poured onto the opponent, vowing to claim the grand prize.
Don’t know if he gave this much effort while on duty at the Korean presidential office.
Probably not.
After all, safeguarding the President was rely a job.
How could the salary be comparable to hundreds of thousands of US dollars?
Just work, no need to risk life.
Boxing King Xiang Xing with rich experience, imdiately shielded his head with his arms, taking minimize harm from the opponent’s ferocious barrage, at the sa ti calmly seeking an opportunity.
Finally, an opportunity arose.
Instantly, he suddenly crouched, channeled all his strength into a right punch, striking solidly against the opponent’s abdon.
The forr Korean bodyguard staggered and retreated.
The match was gradually reaching an intense phase, both in the octagonal cage were injured but showed no signs of backing down, those in this field had exceptionally resilient willpower without exception, even if nose, eye corners, forehead... cracked open, they wouldn’t care, as if without pain senses, sweating heavily, engaging in bloody combat.
If it were ordinary people, they’d probably already be rolling on the floor screaming in agony.
Though terd a fight to the death, it wasn’t unrestricted combat, theoretically, this type of competition wouldn’t need a referee, killing the opponent being the utmost rule, but when they appeared tangled together, the referee would intervene first ti to separate the two.
Compared to Liao Xiangdong’s underground boxing ring, still rather lacking.
"Mr. Jiang."
The door opened, soone walked in, stood beside.
"Who do you think will win?"
"Xiang Xing."
Xu Kuan gazed at the screen, answering without hesitation.
A presidential bodyguard doesn’t an invincible, although currently they exchanged blows, bloody deadlocked, but as an observer, it was apparent the forr Korean bodyguard was at a disadvantage, the right eye corner had a glaring wound, bleeding ceaselessly, presumably that eye was already blurred vision.
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