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Failure means only death, and a dead man can no longer compete!

The mortality rate for underground boxers is extremely high. On the surface, only one out of every two survives, which translates to a 50% survival rate…

In reality, every underground boxer needs to secure 100 victories and kill 100 opponents before they can leave the ring alive.

When each bout only gives you a 50% chance of survival, the odds of making it through 100 matches alive are slim to none.

This is why every underground boxer is highly vigilant, never daring to relax for even a moment. Even when facing an opponent who appears weak, they maintain full caution.

Especially when the opponent has an impressive record, underestimating them is absolutely out of the question…

A single victory may not mean much, but dozens of victories—that definitely speaks volumes. Both of today's fighters have dozens of victories under their belts, meaning they must possess some special techniques.

Bang, bang, bang~~~

After some initial probing, the two fighters gained a slight understanding of their opponent. Finally, the real duel began.

In an instant, the two of them unleashed their killer moves. Every strike was aimed directly at the opponent, with one sole purpose… to kill.

The African Lion exhibited immense strength. Every one of his moves was ferociously powerful, exuding an unstoppable force. His punches sliced through the air with audible whooshes.

Sometimes, when his fist landed on the steel cage, the whole venue seemed to tremble, as did the cage itself. One could only imagine how terrifying such a punch would feel on a human body.

Given this terrifying strength, you could easily surmise what kind of damage such blows would do if they connected with flesh and bone.

Thus, the Nordic Giant dodged whenever possible. If evasion was impossible, he used more durable areas of his body to absorb the blows, gritting his teeth in pain.

However, the Nordic Giant was no slouch either. While he couldn't match the African Lion in sheer strength, his reach—with longer arms and legs—gave him an advantage. Often, the African Lion had to endure a few kicks or punches before landing a hit.

The fight was a stalemate, with neither side showing a decisive edge…

"African Lion, take down that big guy!"

"Big guy, crush that Black Ghost!"

The audience was in a frenzy, passionately rooting for their favorites, shouting and roaring madly. Occasionally, they hurled water bottles and other "weapons" toward the steel cage.

Of course, these "weapons" couldn't make it through the cage. They simply hit the bars and fell to the ground.

This was a weapon-free competition, and ensuring fairness meant contestants couldn't exploit any loopholes. Allowing weapons would compromise the integrity of the match.

In matches where weapons were permitted, the cage holes would be larger. Not only could bottles be thrown in, but even blades, knives, and similar items were allowed.

In fact, to encourage betting, the organizers often prepared such weapons for the audience to throw in…

Splurt~~

As the stalemate dragged on, the African Lion, known for his brute aggression, suddenly employed a sly tactic. His punch, originally aimed forward, morphed into a claw. Observant viewers might have noticed that his fingernails were unusually long.

The tips of his claws were sharp and gleamed with a metallic sheen…

"Holy shit, that Black Ghost is playing dirty…"

This unexpected shift caught everyone off guard—it was completely unpredictable.

The claw was mere inches away from the Nordic Giant's stomach.

With the African Lion's strength behind it, a direct hit would surely see those claws pierce right into his opponent's abdomen…

For fighters of this caliber, injuries this severe would practically decide the match. A fatal blow like this was almost guaranteed to end it.

Seeing this sudden development, many supporters of the Nordic Giant erupted into curses. After all, they'd bet heavily on him—nobody wanted to watch their money slip through their fingers.

Even Kong Er couldn't sit still. He leaped up from his seat, his face tense, eyes fixed nervously on the ring…

Time seemed to slow—

Just as the Nordic Giant was about to suffer a devastating blow, he showed why he was a fighter born from the brink of death. In a flash, he swung his arm, and before the African Lion's claws could pierce his abdomen, he slammed it into them with brute force…

Ripppp~~

The collision wasn't overly powerful—it was a hasty move—but it had some effect.

The claws, which would have otherwise punctured deep into the Nordic Giant's stomach, were deflected slightly, scratching a series of deep gashes across his abdomen instead.

Blood sprayed like a fountain, staining the ring with crimson streaks…

"Way to go, Black Ghost, tear that damn giant to shreds…"

"Roarrrr!"

"Let's go, Black Ghost!"

This bloody spectacle sent the audience into an uproar. Supporters of the African Lion erupted in cheers at this sight.

In such a savage fight, nothing thrilled the crowd more than the sight of blood. From this moment on, the audience became even more fired up than the fighters themselves.

The men in the crowd roared and howled wildly, while the women let out moaning noises resembling… well, something indecent. The atmosphere in the arena became intensely charged.

"Roarrr~~~ Well done, Black Ghost! I've got my money on you! Kill that big guy…"

Even the usually composed Qu Yuancheng shed his genteel facade, losing himself completely in the excitement. He roared just as wildly as the rest of the crowd, blending right in.

"Kong Er, did you see that? I told you your guy didn't have what it takes, now see for yourself…"

Of course, despite his excitement, Qu Yuancheng seized the opportunity to taunt Kong Er, mocking him mercilessly.

"Hmph, what are you so happy about? The guy just got lucky, that's all. The match isn't over yet, so don't get ahead of yourself…"

Kong Er's face was visibly grim, but he wasn't one to back down. He shot back instantly.

However, being sharp-eyed, he could clearly see the situation in the ring. The Nordic Giant's injury, though not fatal, was a severe blow. A loss seemed inevitable at this point… (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote with recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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