Chapter 283: 221. The New King’s Coronation (A 10,000-Character Mega Chapter Added for the Golden League)_6

Skills aren’t necessarily related to level; sometimes, the technique of a lower grade may even surpass that of the Land Cruise Grade, which is not unusual.

At times, these skills become the key to victory.

This is why Qing Chen wanted to solidify his foundation.

“Boss, should we stop the match?” Ji Hao asked.

Jiang Xiaotang looked at the Octagon cage, then suddenly shook her head, “I believe in him. This is the path he chose for himself, and he will surely complete it.”

Ji Hao hesitated then said, “Boss, it’s true that this is the path he chose, but he only said he wanted to fight one more match, not six in a row…”

“Is that so?”

The sixth match was against Li Ziming.

This time, Qing Chen proactively requested a 15-minute break.

The request was sensible, and the referee agreed.

Actually, there should inherently be a 15-minute break between each match.

Everyone watching the exhausted Qing Chen, whose lower back was slightly hunched, suddenly felt he might not overcome this challenge.

Li Ziming was the Tiger Grade Boxing King, the gold medal fighter at Begonia Boxing Gym, countless challengers had fallen at his hands.

If it were Qing Chen in his prime, it might have been a tough call, as everyone had confidence in his strength.

But now, the young man was clearly at the end of his tether.

For a moment, many gamblers went to bet that he would fall at the sixth hurdle and fail to clear it.

However, among those placing bets, Nan Gengchen, who had just left the private box, was whispering in the stands, “Buying back the tickets that bet on Qing Xiaotu clearing the stages… One-tenth of the price… He’s already exhausted. Li Ziming is the Tiger Grade Boxing King, there’s no way he can win.”

The next moment, an enormous crowd gathered around Nan Gengchen, so much so that he had to take off his jacket to hold all the quickly gathered one-tenth price tickets.

Gamblers have no memory, as it turned out.

Then, Nan Gengchen suddenly saw a middle-aged man holding a ticket that bet on clearing the stages with the number “2000” written on it.

In the boxing arena, 1 represents 1 thousand; 2000 represented a maximum bet of 2 million on clearing the stages. Nan Gengchen’s heart raced—this was a fat lamb!

He asked, “Uncle, are you selling your ticket? I’m buying it back at one-tenth of the price. Sell it now quickly, or you’ll lose everything soon!”

The middle-aged man seemed amazed, and a bit bemused, “No selling, no selling, buzz off before these gamblers find out and kill you.”

“Alright, alright,” Nan Gengchen whispered, “Thanks for the warning.”

Once everything was ready, he walked to the ordinary stands, secretly gestured an OK with his right hand, then turned and ran off.

The stands were too crowded, and nobody noticed him, but Nan Gengchen knew that Qing Chen had been waiting for this signal.

The next moment, all the spectators suddenly realized Qing Chen was no longer gasping heavily; even his stooped back straightened as if there had been nothing wrong.

His eyes also regained their calm.

This change stunned everyone.

The gamblers who had just sold their tickets started cursing, turning around to look for Nan Gengchen, only to find that he had disappeared without a trace.

“Is this even human? It must be a dog! I want to report, report Qing Xiaotu for rigging the match!”

However, in illegal boxing, rigging a match means deliberately losing, and Qing Xiaotu didn’t deliberately lose, he just feigned weakness.

This time, Qing Chen no longer dragged the pace of the fight.

Li Ziming barely started his attack when he found every one of his moves anticipated.

It took Qing Chen only 9 seconds to pin him down to the floor.

Li Ziming didn’t know that the night the Scepter of the Gods fell, Qing Chen went to the gym, and it was exactly his match showing there.

So, the match Qing Chen remembered and analyzed the most during this time was his.

The sixth boxing match ended unusually quiet, without bloodshed or fierce exchanges, just a unilateral steamrolling.

After watching all six matches, Huang Zixian realized Qing Chen’s fighting style was completely different in each, making it impossible for his opponents to track.

Only Huang Zixian understood that this young man changing styles in six fights was to integrate the techniques he had mastered in practice.

These were techniques the opponents originally did not know!

At the least, they wouldn’t know these during their fight!

“Who could acquire so many skills in such a short time and make them their own?” Huang Zixian sighed inwardly.

He could already imagine what people would say next: No wonder he made Huang Zixian cry, he is truly formidable.

Huang Zixian was initially thinking of practicing with Qing Chen after he recovered, but now he had abandoned that thought.

He planned to find Qing Chen in private after tonight to ask him to make a few more cry; that way, he wouldn’t be so lonely…

There were no more Tiger Grade fighters available at Begonia Boxing Gym. The host announced with a smile, “Congratulations to those who bet on clearing the stages tonight. You will receive a substantial bonus and celebrate this victory with the boxer Qing Xiaotu!”

“Of course, Begonia Boxing Gym hereby announces a new message: We are setting a prize of 20 million, welcoming all Tiger Grade fighters to challenge boxer Qing Xiaotu. The challenge period is 15 days, winner takes all, including the entire prize money!”

Huang Zixian gasped.

As if Qing Chen’s madness tonight wasn’t enough.

Now an even crazier thing had come along, Jiang Xiaotang not only wanted to promote Qing Chen as the Tiger Grade Boxing King of Begonia Boxing Gym but also of the entire city No. 18!

A single match could win 20 million in prize money, enticing anyone.

As long as Qing Chen could smoothly last 15 days and still stand on the boxing ring, then he would be the undisputed Tiger Grade Boxing King, the most valuable one!

Huang Zixian looked towards the young man in the Octagon cage, but noticed that his face did not show the joy of victory.

What he didn’t know was that for Qing Chen, this was just a beginning.

All this meant was that he could now prepare for the second life-and-death challenge, start a new life.

Qing Chen looked around the stands, wanting to see if his master, who had faked his death, was secretly watching the match, but there were too many people in the gym, spectators and gamblers rubbing shoulders and blocking each other, he simply couldn’t see everyone’s face.

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The agreement with the bosses was for one Gold plus six more updates; although this is a 10,000-word mega chapter, it still includes the regular updates, so 11 more are needed, and I’ll remember…

Also, I’m begging for monthly tickets!!!

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