School Beauty's Invincible Martial Expert

"We should head inside too," Mo Shaocong reminded.

"Yeah!" Xiao Han nodded.

Then, the two immediately walked into the hotel.

Indeed, many people were pouring into the Underground Boxing Ring.

However, this time security opened a large door, revealing a wide staircase covered with a red carpet, bustling with people coming and going. Xiao Han and Mo Shaocong also went down through this passage. The lights on both sides were very bright.

This was Xiao Han's first sight of the boxing ring; it was large, with a big stage in the center and spectator stands all around, capable of accommodating over a thousand viewers.

"Damn, this is lively!" Mo Shaocong laughed.

"Yeah!" Xiao Han nodded again.

"Yo, there's even a betting station." Mo Shaocong spotted the wagering area from afar, a place where boxing rings always went hand in hand with gambling.

"Do you want to give it a try?" Xiao Han asked.

"Forget it," Mo Shaocong shook his head, saying, "When you get in the ring, I'll place a million on you."

"Sure!" Xiao Han grinned and said, "Big Brother Mo, aren't you afraid of losing?"

"First, I believe you won't let me lose. Besides, even if I do lose, it's not a lot of money!" Mo Shaocong burst into laughter.

Soon after, two men made their way onto the stage.

Both men were shirtless, exuding dominance. One was all muscle, bald-headed, with particularly well-developed leg muscles. The other wore red trunks and, though less muscled than his opponent, seemed exceptionally limber and quick on the field.

"Big Brother, who do you think will win?" Xiao Han asked.

"The big guy," Mo Shaocong smiled and said, "Look at his developed muscles, and his legs are solid. You can tell he's a power type brute. I bet he'll win."

"Not necessarily," Xiao Han shook his head, saying, "I think the other guy will win. Look how agile he is and how quick he moves. Pretty good."

"Mm!" Mo Shaocong nodded, saying, "Let's wait and see."

"Right!" Xiao Han nodded.

To defeat an opponent, you must first understand them. As the saying goes, 'know the enemy and know yourself, and you can fight a hundred battles without disaster.' Without understanding the opponent, how can you defeat them?

The fight in the ring soon began.

The sturdy man was indeed fierce. A single punch of his had the force of several hundred pounds, and one blow cracked the fighting stage's floor. His opponent was not weak either; he moved rapidly and was nimble, catching the sturdy man off-guard with hit-and-run attacks, causing considerable trouble for him.

Both sides unleashed their full strength in a furious offensive.

The sturdy man only needed one good hit to defeat his adversary. If he caught hold of the opponent's body, a single blow could end their life.

Thus, in the fighting arena, luck was also a significant element.

Both seemed evenly matched. The sturdy man's attacks were clearly more forceful, while the shorter man's were more agile. Consequently, their battle was fierce and spirited.

On the battlefield, especially under such circumstances, luck often decided one's success or failure.

Bang…

While everyone watched intently, suddenly, the sturdy man landed a punch on the shorter man's ribcage.

Spurt…

The shorter man immediately coughed up blood, his body was flung outwards. For a moment, he seemed to fly off. The punch hadn't even revealed its full force but had already caused the opponent to vomit blood.

After hitting the ground, the shorter man quickly used the momentum to spring back up, crouching at a distance. The sturdy man chuckled with a smear of triumph on his face, believing that hitting his opponent brought him closer to victory.

"You lost," the sturdy man chuckled.

"No!" the shorter man shook his head, saying, "It's too early to tell who will win."

Then, the shorter man leaped into the air and charged towards the sturdy man.

Deciding to exploit his agility, the shorter man aimed to counter his opponent's strength with his swift speed. Dodging left and right, he easily avoided the sturdy man's punches and lunged straight in front of him.

Whoosh, whoosh…

The shorter man's fists hammered fiercely against the sturdy man's temples.

A few punches in, and the opponent's head was bloodied, leaving him dazed. The sturdy man's punches could not land with any force, or rather, by the time they did, his adversary had vanished.

As the sturdy man grew more enraged, the shorter man swiftly ducked away from his side.

"Damn it, I'll kill you!" the sturdy man roared.

The shorter man just sneered, then said, "You can't kill me."

"How dare you!" The sturdy man charged forward on the spot.

He seemed like a tank, plunging through the battlefield, crazily advancing toward the enemy camp, advance, advance, and advance again.

Unfortunately, on such a battlefield, strength alone was clearly not enough.

As the saying goes, "In the world of martial arts, speed is the only thing that cannot be defeated."

With speed, one can suppress the opponent's strength to a certain extent, preventing them from fully unleashing their power.

The short man moved incredibly fast, his speed leaving the opponent with no way to unleash his strength.

The sturdy man was like a wild bull being toyed with, played by the opponent. Despite weighing two hundred kilograms and possessing boundless strength, able to smash the floor with a single punch, he never had the opportunity to use it. As long as he couldn't hit his opponent, he would never be able to defeat them.

Bang, bang...

Instead of hitting the opponent with his fists, the sturdy man kept getting struck by the opponent's punches and kicks, attacked over and over until he almost had no chance to fight back. Although the short man's punches weren't very strong, the countless attacks added up, enough to knock down even a bull.

"Damn it." The sturdy man seemed to become enraged, appearing extremely impatient.

He had been hit by the opponent countless times, but since landing a punch on the opponent's side once at the beginning, he hadn't hit the opponent at all. This made him incredibly anxious. What's more, the audience outside the ring was getting restless too, with even his own boss constantly shouting from the sideline: Kill him, kill him.

If he didn't kill his opponent soon, he feared he might be killed by his own boss after getting out alive.

With this thought, the sturdy man was ready to go all out.

"Damn it." The sturdy man gritted his teeth and roared, "You bastard, I'm going to kill you!"

This time, the sturdy man charged out decisively.

The sturdy man knew he couldn't match the opponent's speed, so shortly after he charged out, he quickly rolled toward the ground. The roll not only increased his own speed but also visually disoriented the opponent, causing some confusion.

Indeed, the short man was momentarily stunned by the sturdy man's actions. However, seeing the sturdy man getting close, he decisively took two steps back.

But the short man was clearly not fooled. He swiftly kicked off the ground, his foot heavily stomping on the opponent's head. At that moment, the sturdy man kicked his legs and quickly stood up. A clash of great force between the two, one above and one below.

Crack…

The sturdy man's neck twisted at that instant.

Boom...

The sturdy man, who had just stood up, suddenly collapsed. His neck broke, and he choked to death almost instantly. When medical staff rushed to him trying to save his life, someone immediately ran up and whispered something in their ears.

The medical staff nodded, quickly taking a syringe from the medical box and injecting it into the sturdy man's arm.

"What are they injecting?" Xiao Han asked in confusion.

"Potassium cyanide," Mo Shaocong replied.

"What the hell is that?" Xiao Han asked, still puzzled.

"It's a drug used for euthanasia, highly toxic," Mo Shaocong explained with a smile, "In these underground boxing rings, if someone gets severely injured or incurable, the bosses usually opt to give up on them. They don't need such fighters who can't fight for them anymore. And they also don't want to spend a fortune to save them, not to mention the ongoing care even if they survived. So, they just give up and administer euthanasia."

"That's too cruel," Xiao Han frowned.

"Yes," Mo Shaocong nodded, "In the eyes of these bosses, these fighters are like their fighting cocks and bulls. They can be discarded at any time. If they're seriously injured, they definitely don't want to treat them."

"It's all about the profits," Xiao Han sighed.

Mo Shaocong laughed and then said, "It's the same with underground boxing rings everywhere. They are prohibited within the country and heavily cracked down on because they want to eradicate such things from the root."

"Right!" Xiao Han nodded.

One died, and another was dragged away.

After one fight, it was immediately replaced by another.

Until ten o'clock in the evening.

At that time, a man stepped onto the stage, snatched the microphone from the host, and shouted loudly, "Ladies and gentlemen in the audience, heh heh… Tonight, we have a bloody duel that's bound to be explosive. Do you want to see it?"

"Yes!" The crowd cheered, the scene was bustling, and everyone excitedly stood up.

The final fight of each day was always extraordinarily thrilling and insane.

"Today, as always, our black fighter Slick will be performing," the man shouted.

Roar, roar, roar...

The crowd burst into cheers, with wolf-whistles and screams… The scene was tumultuous.

Then, a 1.8-meter-tall man with dark skin emerged from backstage. As he appeared, there was a roar of excitement from the crowd. Slick was a typical black man, wearing only beach shorts, his upper body bare, and his chest covered in sweat hairs.

The guy had many wounds on his body, both old and new ones, his head shaved to a stubble, with a curl.