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Underground Boxing Match
This boxing match has no rules, no order, and no civility. Both sides fight to the death like trapped beasts, using every cruel method to defeat their opponent, even resorting to gouging eyes, breaking limbs, or cracking skulls, with injuries and fatalities at their own risk. However, due to the high prize money, this illegal activity attracts countless people.
The lights in the Boxing Ring shine brightly as if it were daytime.
The first match has just concluded, and the atmosphere is electric. The audience whistles and calls for the next pair of fighters to enter.
Jiang Peng sits in the VIP section with Luo Yi, Zhou Yao, and a group of brothers, glancing at his watch while looking at the ring with a smirk that doesn't quite reach his eyes.
The first fighter to emerge is a giant nearly two meters tall. With a roar, his muscles bulge out like those of the Green Giant. A long scar runs across his face, making him look fierce and beastly.
His appearance ignites the crowd's excitement, and they cheer wildly.
Luo Yi glances at Jiang Peng, who raises an eyebrow, his expression showing indifference.
The second fighter steps into the ring; he is tall and muscular. He looks similar to an ordinary boxer but has a single eye that gleams with a wolf-like ferocity, occasionally flashing a sinister light.
Zhou Yao initially thought the audience would be indifferent to his entrance, but he is surprised by the overwhelming cheers that fill the arena.
It dawns on Zhou Yao that this must be a seasoned champion.
Indeed, a smile creeps onto Jiang Peng's lips: "He goes by the code name 'Killer,' with 58 wins out of 60 matches. If he continues like this for a while longer, he could compete in America."
He takes a puff of smoke and turns to Luo Yi. "Boss Luo, I noticed your skills back at the inn. Since you're here, don't waste this great opportunity. As a man, you should go down and spar with him. Although he's a professional, he'll be worn out after this match; don't say I'm bullying a guest." He jokes while gesturing with his cigarette towards Luo Yi.
With such an undefeated killer present, how can it not be seen as bullying? Zhou Yao grits his teeth in silence.
Luo Yi's expression remained exceptionally calm as he silently observed the assassin.
The two competitors stepped onto the boxing ring one after the other, briefly warming up for the final time.
Luo Yi then spoke calmly, "I did not conspire with anyone to harm Jiang Hong."
With a whistle, the match began. The giant roared and swung his fists at the assassin, who dodged like lightning.
Jiang Peng watched the boxing ring, a cold glint in his eyes. "Do you think I would believe you?"
"I don't," Luo Yi confirmed.
Upon hearing this response, Jiang Peng turned to look at him.
"But I need to make things clear on my end," Luo Yi said, shifting his gaze from the boxing ring to Jiang Peng. "Your brother's death was not caused by me. — If reasoning doesn't work, I still have to make my stance clear."
The two men locked eyes, an undercurrent of tension flowing between them.
Amidst the bustling crowd, Zhou Yao could hear their conversation clearly.
In the boxing ring, the giant unleashed a series of powerful strikes but struggled with mobility, missing repeatedly. The assassin moved swiftly like an eel, evading the giant's attacks with ease.
As the giant continued to miss, Zhou Yao felt sweat forming in his palms. Finally, he saw the giant seize an opportunity and swing his fist toward the assassin's head. Zhou Yao's heart raced as he hoped for a hit!
But the assassin tilted his head to dodge and swiftly moved behind the giant like a shadow. Suddenly, he leaped onto the giant's back and grabbed his head. The giant reached back to grab him but ended up grasping air! The assassin's eyes glinted coldly as he seized both ends of the giant's arm and twisted with force.
With a crack, Zhou Yao felt a chill run down his spine.
The torture was not over; the assassin remained on top of the giant, ruthlessly pulling until the giant's arm was completely incapacitated, causing him to fall to the ground in agony.
The situation turned in an instant.
Cheers erupted from the crowd as Zhou Yao gripped the armrests of her seat, her heart racing.
A single deadly strike.
The assassin was nothing like what Jiang Peng had described; instead of being worn out, he seemed even more invigorated after a brief warm-up.
He stood in the center of the ring, raising his fist like a king; excited spectators took off their shirts and waved them around, shouting their admiration at him.
Jiang Peng smiled and picked up the unfinished conversation from earlier: "Boss Luo, I don't trust you, so I leave it to fate." He pointed to the sky, "Let it decide. If you win, you're innocent, and fate will spare you; if you lose, you're guilty, and you'll be beaten to death."
Zhou Yao stared blankly at the blood on the boxing ring, remaining unresponsive for a long time.
Beside her, Luo Yi had already stood up and asked Jiang Peng, "What about her?"
"If you keep our agreement, she won't be involved in this matter. After the match ends, I'll send her back."
"Alright."
Luo Yi took off his trench coat and thin shirt and tossed them into Zhou Yao's arms. "Hold this."
Zhou Yao felt as if she had just awakened from a nightmare.
She clutched his clothes tightly, gazing up at him without blinking.
He calmly removed his last t-shirt and threw it into her arms. As he did so, his gaze shifted to meet hers softly.
Zhou Yao looked at him, her lips began to tremble, gradually drooping down as she pouted slightly, her eyes turning red.
The surrounding voices were like boiling water in a pool.
He stood under the light, looking down at the shimmering water in her eyes. He bent down, his fingers delving into her hair, holding her head, and asked, "Why are you crying? Don't you believe me? Do you think I'm going to die?"
She tightly closed her mouth and shook her head vigorously, but tears filled her eyes even more.
He gently touched her ear with his thumb, his gaze shifting slightly as his voice lowered. "No crying."
Zhou Yao immediately tilted her head back, taking a deep breath to force the tears back into her eyes.
"Be good," he lightly patted the top of her head, stood up, and his expression gradually turned cold and stern. "Watch closely."
A sense of oppressive calm descended from above.
Zhou Yao suddenly believed that he would definitely win.
...
Zhou Yao stared at Luo Yi's retreating figure and turned to Jiang Peng. "Do you mean what you say?"
Jiang Peng smiled, his eyes dark.
Zhou Yao felt a sinking sensation in her heart.
...
Luo Yi stepped onto the boxing ring, surrounded by constant boos and jeers.
The white light illuminated Luo Yi's bare upper body, casting shadows across his lean and toned muscles.
His jaw tightened into a cold, hard arc, his face devoid of any expression, with only his sharp gaze betraying his emotions. The killer's eyes locked onto his as they circled the ring. His hands hung at his sides, consciously moving his knuckles.
Zhou Yao sat at the edge of the ring, clutching his clothes, nervously grinding his teeth.
The two on stage tested each other in a few rounds. Luo Yi was not in a hurry to strike; he had observed that his opponent excelled at luring enemies in before counterattacking.
After a brief exchange, the audience grew dissatisfied, booing and demanding a faster pace.
Luo Yi ignored them, but the killer, clearly stronger, quickly launched a series of attacks. Luo Yi remained extremely calm, dodging each blow but aware that his opponent had yet to unleash their full power.
Sure enough, after several cautious exchanges, the killer changed tactics and threw a punch aimed at Luo Yi's cheek. Luo Yi managed to evade it, but another punch came in quick succession and struck him on the jaw.
Luo Yi staggered back a few steps until he hit the edge of the ring, blood streaming down his face.
With no chance to catch his breath, the killer lunged forward, targeting Luo Yi's eye socket. Luo Yi's eyes turned cold as he charged straight at him!
The spectators gasped in shock.
The killer was caught off guard and was knocked to the ground by Luo Yi. The two rolled on the floor for a few moments before quickly separating and standing up, their gazes icy as they stared each other down.
Zhou Yao crouched in her seat, hugging Luo Yi's clothes with most of her face buried in them, revealing only her red eyes as she stubbornly watched the match.
The killer failed to grab Luo Yi's eyes but instead left two bloody scratches on his neck.
Luo Yi's body was already covered in sweat, droplets pooling and sliding down his chest.
Blood trickled from his brow; he couldn't afford to focus on any pain as all his attention was on his opponent. The killer was too fast and difficult to deal with. If this dragged on, his chances of winning would only decrease.
Luo Yi smirked slightly, a glint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
He finally took the initiative, rushing forward like the wind, and struck the assassin's temple with a punch as fast as lightning.
Gasps filled the air.
Zhou Yao was surprised, nearly jumping up; she didn't expect the assassin to withstand that punch. Biting down on his bloodied teeth, he grabbed Luo Yi by the neck and forcefully slammed him to the ground, delivering a heavy punch to his abdomen.
Luo Yi spat out blood, veins bulging on his forehead.
In the boxing ring, victory or defeat often hangs by a thread.
The assassin did not pause; with a second punch and then a third, he continued to rain down blows, and Luo Yi was left motionless. The boxing platform shook as if it were about to collapse.
"Stop hitting him!" Zhou Yao screamed through tears, leaping forward. Jiang Peng shot her a glance, and several people moved in to pin Zhou Yao back in her seat.
Zhou Yao cried out, "Stop! Stop!—"
Her voice was instantly drowned out as the bloodthirsty audience roared, raising their arms and shouting, "Tear him apart! Tear him apart!"
Luo Yi was covered in blood, like a puddle of dead mud on the ground. The assassin stood up, a smirk on his face that quickly turned expressionless as he respectfully looked toward the VIP section.
Jiang Peng smiled and made a gesture.
The assassin coldly lifted his foot to stomp on Luo Yi's head, and Zhou Yao widened her eyes in shock: "No!"
Controlled by others, she cried out, screamed, and struggled. Just as that foot was about to crush his head, Luo Yi's gaze suddenly changed. In an instant, he swept his leg out, flipping the assassin onto the ground. Luo Yi followed up with a powerful punch that struck the assassin's forehead.
The assassin's head slammed into the ground, causing the entire boxing ring to rumble.
Zhou Yao was stunned, her eyes still wet with tears.
The scene fell silent. Jiang Peng's face was ashen, his brows tightly knitted. He was merely waiting for the assassin to let down his guard, that moment when victory was assured.
The assassin intended to counterattack, but Luo Yi's eyes were already bloodshot as he delivered a second punch to the assassin's chest. A dull thud echoed, sending chills down the spines of everyone present.
Zhou Yao clutched her clothes, trembling all over. The situation had turned in favor of Luo Yi, but she could no longer sit still.
She stood up to leave, only to be blocked by several subordinates.
Tears streamed down her face. "I can't watch anymore," she sobbed, her shoulders shaking. "It's too terrifying; I really don't want to see this. I'm just a student; I've never seen anything like this before. I can't take it anymore; please don't make me watch."
Jiang Peng coldly stared at Luo Yi on the stage, his gaze sinister and unyielding, ignoring her pleas. One of his subordinates spoke up, saying, "Boss allows you to wait in the tea room."
...
On the boxing ring, both Luo Yi and the assassin were severely injured. The assassin broke free from his restraint and gasped for air nearby.
Luo Yi was also badly hurt; he leaned against the ropes, breathing heavily. His forehead and exposed chest were drenched in cold sweat, yet his eyes remained fierce as ever.
He faced Zhou Yao's direction and caught a glimpse of her weaving through the crowd, signaling him.
Two minutes?
Luo Yi was on the brink of collapse, his stamina at its limit, and his vision blurred. However, he knew his opponent was not in much better shape. He had poured all his strength into every strike just moments ago.
The audience roared, cheering for the assassin as they awaited the climactic finale.
The final move: a collision of sparks and earth.
The assassin charged at Luo Yi with all his might, leaping to deliver a kick aimed at his head.
Luo Yi charged forward, leaping onto his body, her legs wrapping around his neck in a powerful chokehold.
The gunshot rang out, and the assassin's head hit the ground, losing consciousness.
The scene fell into a deathly silence. Countless eyes were fixed on the bloodied victor in the arena.
Luo Yi stood up unsteadily, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, a wicked smile curling at her lips. She turned to look at Jiang Peng in the audience, who was gripping the armrests of his seat, his face pale.
When Zhou Yao rushed back into the arena, she was met with Luo Yi's bloodshot gaze—sinister, wild, primal, cruel, yet filled with dominance. It was both familiar and strange, sending chills down her spine.
In that moment, Jiang Peng stood up and sneered, "Your opponent has fought two matches. To be fair, you need to win one more."
A muscular boxer was waiting nearby.
The crowd erupted in commotion.
Without hesitation, Zhou Yao lunged toward Luo Yi.
At that instant, the lights suddenly went out. The arena plunged into darkness.
A power outage?
As everyone expressed their confusion and surprise, a cold little hand slipped into Luo Yi's palm, pulling him.
"Come with me."
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