Chapter 226 - 203: That’s How a Master Has Got It Covered
Three stories underground, the space was thick with the intense smell of smoke and sweat. In the stands all around, every spectator waved their white betting slips, shouting like mad.
Everyone seemed insane, truly because the young man from Japan was fighting too crazily, too bloodily.
He won the first match cleanly and decisively. The boxer who took the stage for the second bout was quite famous here, with 17 wins and 3 losses, an excellent record, and his punches and kicks were very sharp. However, the outcome was still utterly predictable.
The boxer had one of his arms brutally twisted and broken by his opponent. Before he could even concede, he was pummeled continuously by the other’s punches like a violent storm, getting beaten like a punching bag.
He was literally exploded. The observers in the stands could clearly see the blood flowers blossoming on the boxer’s face and body, blood splattered about, painting the ring a crimson red.
In three seconds, not knowing how many punches or heavy hits he’d taken, the boxer completely lost consciousness. His body slumped to the floor like a heap of mud, bleeding profusely like a bag with a hole, staining a vast area of the ground red.
Those who liked to come here to watch the fights included well-dressed office workers, restaurant waitstaff, factory workers, and some store owners... They came here perhaps to relieve pressure, to gamble, or just for the morbid curiosity, but they shared one common purpose: to seek thrills.
Liu Luo’s venue hadn’t seen someone fight as wildly as tonight in a long time, with a tang of bloodiness. The sudden bursting scenes set everyone involuntarily excited.
Those who had bet against the Japanese before were annoyed, and now without hesitation, they chose to bet on his victory!
And the Japanese fighter didn’t disappoint the audience. In the third match, facing an opponent who was clearly a weight class above him, he still quickly closed in and toppled his opponent to the ground.
He didn’t hurry to attack further but waited for his opponent to stand up again before charging at him and throwing him to the floor once more. This pattern repeated, as if he was toying with his opponent.