"I see, no wonder that guy cos back so late every night and is recently injured. Turns out he’s been participating in underground fights here."
Tang Ming’s expression grew serious. His dorm truly hides talents; the seemingly ordinary Hua Yingjie actually has this much courage.
"Is your classmate in dire need of money? It appears that underground boxing matches are very brutal, with even the slightest mistake potentially costing one’s life. Why would a student do sothing like this?"
Su Xiaoxi looked at Tang Ming with confusion.
"I don’t know either. Judging from the past few days, he doesn’t seem to lack money."
Tang Ming shook his head and stared at Hua Yingjie’s photo with furrowed brows: "Moreover, with his level of skill coming to fight underground is as good as dying."
"Maybe not? Look what’s written here; the newcor king has won for nine consecutive days."
Li Xiaoli quickly raised her computer, muttering with admiration: "I really didn’t expect him to be such an expert."
"But he’s seriously injured every ti."
Tang Ming shook his head. He hadn’t paid attention to Hua Yingjie before, but thinking back, his injuries have been increasingly severe these days.
"What should we do now? Should we continue betting?"
Liu ngting looked at Tang Ming uncertainly: "Do you think your roommate can win?"
"He’s my roommate; don’t use him for gambling."
Tang Ming shook his head, squinting at the ring: "Let’s see what his opponent is like. We’ve crossed paths, so we can’t just watch him get into trouble."
"Should I make a call ho?"
Su Xiaoxi, realizing the situation might escalate, asked uncertainly.
"No worries, with here, I can handle everything."
Tang Ming smiled and gently patted Su Xiaoxi’s hand.
Just then, the whole audience suddenly beca excited.
"Welco the two contestants to the stage."
As the host’s voice fell, two bare-chested, short-pants-clad fighters ca out from the aisles on the sides of the ring, each showing off their physiques to the surrounding crowd.
"It’s really him."
Tang Ming stared intently at Hua Yingjie.
Liu ngting and others also beca tense. They initially ca to watch for fun, but now that it involves soone they know, the feeling is completely different.
Hua Yingjie, with bandaged hands and a bare upper body, appeared lean but muscularly defined.
The other boxer, Hundred Kills, was a hulking figure, nearly 1.9 ters tall, weighing around 180 to 190, all muscle, with a bald head.
Once the two fighters were in the ring, they each stood on opposite sides, greeting the audience around them.
"Kid, today you’re dead."
Hundred Kills looked at Hua Yingjie with a cold sneer: "I’ve already finished off seven or eight champions like you, and no one has been able to snatch that five million bonus from ."
"Well, that’s not certain. I’m determined to take that five million today."
Hua Yingjie, staring warily at Hundred Kills, had eyes glittering with steadfast determination.
This championship boxing match offers a five million prize, which is a significant reason for Hua Yingjie and many fighters to participate.
Hua Yingjie has already fought nine matches, needing just this last win to claim that five million.
"Hahaha, brave, but the outco is already destined; you’ll be beaten to death."
Hundred Kills twisted his neck, slowly stepped to the center of the stage.
"Phew, he must win."
Hua Yingjie took a deep breath and moved opposite Hundred Kills.
"The contestants are in position; the match officially begins now."
The host’s voice rang out again.
As soon as the match started, Hua Yingjie imdiately showcased his movent technique, rushing toward Hundred Kills, leaping into the air, and kicking toward Hundred Kills’ head.
He was fully aware that he was outmatched by Hundred Kills in terms of weight and strength, making speed his only chance of surprising his opponent for a win.
"Hehe."
Hundred Kills coldly smiled, swiftly lifted his arm to clamp Hui Yingjie’s foot, simultaneously swinging his other fist toward Hua Yingjie’s trapped leg.
Reacting quickly, Hua Yingjie, after his attack was blocked, twisted his waist, dropped his body to evade the punch, while kicking toward his opponent’s lower body.
The two fighters wildly battled each other, evenly matched in a fierce exchange, neither gaining an edge for the ti being.
"Oh my, isn’t it unfair! That hulking guy is so big, it’s just bullying!"
Li Xiaoli shouted tensely.
"This is underground boxing; there’s no consideration of weight class. In official matches, only participants of the sa weight class can face off, but here, fairness isn’t a factor."
Su Xiaoxi sighed helplessly.
"So far, Hua Yingjie is doing quite well; they’re fighting fiercely."
Liu ngting looked at Tang Ming uncertainly: "Between the two of them, who do you think will win?"
"You don’t need to see the result; the big guy will surely win."
Chen Cang dismissively smirked: "If my observations are correct, that big guy could have easily taken out Hua Yingjie long ago. He’s probably drawing out the fight for the audience’s entertainnt."
"Right."
Tang Ming nodded, while attending to the match, he quickly fiddled with his computer to check the competition rules.
"Damn, that’s despicable."
A mont later, Tang Ming couldn’t help but curse angrily.
"What’s wrong?"
Su Xiaoxi looked at Tang Ming, puzzled.
"The match has a rule: participants’ cultivation must be below Martial Master level, aning the highest allowed is a Peak Nine-star Martial Artist. Currently, Hua Yingjie is at Peak Nine-star Martial Artist, but that Hundred Kills is a One-star Martial Master."
Tang Ming explained with a grim look.
"Oh, I didn’t notice that?"
Chen Cang expressed surprise, quickly observing closely, but with his Eye Power alone, without the opponent using Gang Qi, he couldn’t discern the true strength.
"A Martial Master vs. a Martial Artist? Doesn’t that an the match’s outco was predetermined and everyone here was fooled?"
Liu ngting looked around in disbelief.
"Watch closely."
Tang Ming squinted, subtly cultivating, ready to act at any mont.
The two on stage had been fighting for five minutes; during this period, they exchanged blows intensely, firing up the surrounding crowd, with spectators loudly cheering for their chosen fighters.
"Heh, kid, is this all you’ve got?"
Hundred Kills taunted with a sneer while trading blows with Hua Yingjie.
"Say that once you defeat ."
Hua Yingjie grew more courageous the longer the fight went on, having the upper hand since the beginning; if an opportunity presented itself, he could surely topple Hundred Kills.
"Then let indulge you."
The ti for theatrics concluded; a flicker of malice flashed in Hundred Kills’ eyes. He suddenly switched from defense to offense, charging at Hua Yingjie like a tank.
Hua Yingjie promptly retreated, attempting to temporarily dodge the attack, but then...
The forrly sluggish Hundred Kills suddenly surged in speed, swiftly closing in on Hua Yingjie’s chest.
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