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Although the big guy is large, he is quite agile in actual movement. At least, when he suddenly makes a move, it is almost always completed in a very short time.

His thick arm clamped around the African Lion's dark neck, then suddenly twisted...

The entire boxing arena instantly became silent, so quiet that it seemed a pin dropping to the ground could be heard, as if everyone wanted to hear the sound of the neck being twisted.

Crack~~~~

Sure enough, although the big guy's strength could not outmatch the African Lion, it was by no means weak, far stronger than most people.

At this moment, the African Lion's consciousness was blurred, making even resistance weak, and his body's defense was naturally not what it used to be. Faced with such a powerful killer move, he was utterly unable to resist.

The neck is a relatively fragile part of the body, and generally difficult to twist apart, but for these incredibly strong brutes, a twist would usually suffice.

The African Lion at this moment was just a frail, pathetic wretch, no longer possessing the violent arrogance from just a few seconds ago...

Accompanied by the crisp sound, all eyes focused on the African Lion's neck, only to find it was noticeably twisted, making viewers feel uneasy.

Perhaps it was this intense pain that slightly restored the African Lion's consciousness, making him want to struggle a bit. Unfortunately, he ultimately could only slump down weakly, completely silent, only the subtle traces of blood emerging from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose… proving he truly was dead.

Thud~~

The Nordic Giant scored a hit, breaking the African Lion's neck, and the fight ended there. He easily discarded the fully limp corpse.

Though the result wasn't as bloody as expected, the process was exhilarating, a dramatic turnaround that brought an even stronger impact.

Especially as the big guy walked slowly towards the open iron cage door, his blood dripping down onto the ring, giving the wealthy spectators quite a thrill...

Some people rejoice while others grieve.

And so the fight concluded, with those who won their bets being jubilant, and those who lost feeling a bit down, given the soul-crushing shift from joy to despair.

"Haha… Qu Da, what do you say now, whose eye judgment was off?"

Kong Er seized the opportunity, laughing wildly as he mocked Qu Yuancheng. It's no surprise; when the African Lion was dominating, Qu Yuancheng flaunted his superiority over him.

Now that the result was decided, with the Nordic Giant securing the final victory, the bet between Kong Er and Qu Yuancheng was also resolved, with Kong Er emerging victorious.

Such a good opportunity, if Kong Er let it pass, it would surely be ungrateful considering how Qu Yuancheng had just ridiculed him, so he was naturally unrestrained towards Qu Yuancheng.

"It's all because of you…"

Qu Yuancheng wore a face of frustration. He was initially very gleeful, after all, the African Lion was indeed dominating then. But one word from Qin Fang dimmed his excitement by half, and the subsequent developments were exactly as Qin Fang predicted—things took a drastic turn, sealing the outcome.

Of course, compared to the spectators who experienced a drastic emotional shift in just over ten seconds, Qu Yuancheng handled it more comfortably.

After all, when Qin Fang shared his conclusion, the African Lion still lasted several more minutes, indicating Qin Fang's prediction was extremely accurate, providing Qu Yuancheng ample time to accept reality.

"What does it have to do with me…"

Qin Fang wore a wry smile but said no more, understanding his cousin Qu Yuancheng's frustration; being knocked down like that was indeed unpleasant.

"Bro, don't mind him, he's always like this… Come, let's go grab a drink!"

Kong Er was evidently in a better mood after giving Qu Yuancheng a hard time, his regard for Qin Fang noticeably improved.

Though the Nordic Giant, the boxer he backed, won the match, he truly didn't know who was the stronger, aside from his rivalry with Qu Yuancheng, basing his choice on the Nordic Giant's long limbs.

But Qin Fang was different. He judged who would win based on their performance. Even when everyone thought the African Lion was certain to win, Qin Fang confidently stated the African Lion would lose... His keen judgment was far beyond theirs.

With Qin Fang's sharp insight, roping him in for future fights means they could potentially enjoy some benefits alongside him and Qu Yuancheng.

Betting and winning mattered less, but winning every bout left a domineering reputation and enhanced their standing immensely.

Within their playboy circle, many enjoyed watching boxing matches; right now, they could spot at least ten acquaintances among the audience…

The Top Ten Wealthy Families of Hong Kong had businesses spanning Hong Kong and had connections with many Southeast Asian elites, often mingling during boxing events to expand their network.

"Right, let's drink; this guy won quite a bit today, let's make him treat us…"

Though unruly, Qu Yuancheng and Kong Er's camaraderie wouldn't change due to mocking each other, this was their way of interaction all along.

The fight was over, the results settled, so bickering further seemed pointless.

"Is the match over already?"

Qin Fang looked at the dispersing crowd, surprisingly.

Entering, the match, finishing, dispersing – it all took only about half an hour. It was hard to believe the underground arena had so little action.

"Nonsense, what did you think... Coming up are matches featuring handpicked fighters by visiting guests, far inferior to the previous two, not much to see,"

Kong Er explained cheerfully.

The underground arena obviously had more activities; however, training such skilled boxers was not easy. Each death was a loss, and even the Black Fist Alliance with its myriad masters couldn't withstand such drain.

Thus, proper matches were infrequent, happening once every few days with prior publicity, allowing viewers to understand the fighters and decide where to place their bets.

Outside of official matches, guest-sourced boxers would pit against each other with equal ferocity, including merciless killers, although not as skilled generally. After witnessing high-caliber fights, such skirmishes seemed less appealing.

"Then let's go for a drink first…"

Understanding the situation, Qin Fang put aside his qualms, joining Kong Er and Qu Yuancheng for a drink.

Actually, Qin Fang was intrigued by underground boxing, fighters enduring a hundred battles were formidable indeed.

Independent of anything else, their killing aura alone elevated their prowess by several levels, while some murderous characters had even more significant enhancements in strength.

For instance, Bloody-handed Demon Tu San, whom Qin Fang previously encountered, had killed at least thousands; his terrifying aura was palpable even when Qin Fang possessed a dog's body, illustrating his terrifying nature...

Qin Fang's current power plateaued, hindering major progress for the moment, but he wasn't keen on rushing into Master Level, wasting the final chance to hone his skills.

Refining killing aura was a commendable path, significantly boosting one's capabilities.

Knowing his father, Qin Tiannan, was still alive on Devil's Island, Qin Fang had to enhance his strength by all means.

Without sufficient power, barging into Devil's Island wasn't wise, with any wrong move possibly costing him his life.

Though Qin Fang had many survival skills, in a place with terrifying mortality rates like that, he couldn't be so sure of his safety.

Ways to enhance power were limited, but seeing an available path, Qin Fang was understandably enticed.

The boxing arena was thoroughly equipped, offering top-tier luxuries matching elite clubs, considering the wealthy patrons were all exceptionally affluent, money being their least concern.

"Second brother, do you know the requirements for fighters in this arena?"

Qin Fang harbored thoughts, and during drinks with Kong Er and Qu Da, he couldn't help but inquire, casually phrasing his question.

"Bro, you're interested in this? That's great… I've been pondering this recently, considering raising a few boxers myself, to make a name too!"

While Qin Fang had his motives, he didn't expect Kong Er to be delighted, slapping his shoulder as if perfectly in sync with his own thoughts.

However, his intention left Qin Fang with a wry smile... (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast recommendation votes, monthly tickets; your support is my greatest motivation.)

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