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With questions in mind, he quietly approached the elevator. Reaching the door, he observed it and found nothing unusual, then he pressed the nearby button.

Just then, a mechanical voice suddenly emanated from the elevator, startling him.

"Code! Code!"

"Code! Code!"

.....

The elevator kept repeating the call, and after five seconds, it went silent again.

"A code? What kind of code?" Lin Yifan wondered, not expecting that entering the elevator required a code.

Then, he took out the betting ticket and read a sentence written on it: Heavy betting is delightful, heavy betting harms, light betting ashes to dust.

"Oh my! Why does it feel like it should be read backwards?" Lin Yifan's forehead broke out in cold sweat, sensing that this underground fight club must be a major gambling site.

So, he pressed the switch button again and then read out the sentence from the betting ticket to see if it would work.

"Heavy betting is delightful, heavy betting harms, light betting ashes to dust."

As he finished reading, the elevator door clicked open.

"Huh! Didn't expect that to actually work!" Lin Yifan was slightly surprised, then he stepped into the elevator car.

The elevator continued down to the second basement floor before stopping its descent.

"Click!"

The elevator doors opened again, marking the arrival at the destination.

Without a second thought, Lin Yifan walked out of the elevator. He then found himself in a corridor three meters wide and two and a half meters high; the corridor was twenty meters long, with lively noises coming from the far end.

"It must be over there," Lin Yifan murmured softly before walking along the corridor.

The next moment, he entered a bustling venue.

The venue was rectangular and had two floors.

At the center of the ground floor was a boxing ring with boxers fighting fiercely on it.

Underneath the ring was a group of gamblers; some cheered for the Sailor King of Boxers, some for Master Yi Chen, although the cheers for the Sailor King were slightly louder.

That was the basic situation on the first floor; the second floor was relatively quieter.

The casino appeared to be divided according to the social standing of the rich and privileged upstairs, and common folks could only stand downstairs and cheer.

After scanning the second floor, Lin Yifan noticed that the people from the Xiaodao Society were sitting in the middle, seeming to indicate that they owned this underground casino.

After getting a rough idea of the situation in the underground casino, Lin Yifan then focused his attention on the ring.

The match seemed to have gone through six rounds; currently, Master Yi Chen's face was injured and bleeding, with bruises also on his side. The Sailor King looked no better, with a swollen nose and blood at the corner of his eyes.

"Logically, a cultivator should be able to KO a normal person with one punch, right? Why can't he KO him? Even if he can't KO him, he shouldn't be getting hurt," Lin Yifan was baffled.

Then, he decided to observe Master Yi Chen's punching closely.

"Ding dong!"

The bell rang, signaling the start of the seventh round.

Entering the ring, the Sailor King immediately went on the offensive, ceaselessly attacking Yi Chen.

As a long-revered boxing champion, the pressure on him was immense; if he couldn't defeat Yi Chen, his reputation would be ruined, potentially relegating him to a disregarded boxer, which was not the outcome he wanted, so he had to win against this monk.

However, in boxing, besides strength and skill, what matters more is patience; the more anxious he got, the more likely he was to expose weaknesses.

Yi Chen seized the opportunity and landed several more punches on his opponent.

On the other side, Yi Chen fought his hardest without using his cultivation power. Winning this fight would earn him a reward of one hundred thousand, which was crucial for him due to his urgent need for money, so he had to defeat the sailor king of boxing.

Lin Yifan, who was watching from below, finally understood why Yi Chen was injured; it was because Yi Chen did not use his cultivation power to protect himself.

"Why isn't he using his cultivation power? Is it to show respect to his opponent, or is he afraid of being entangled by the members of the Knife Society?" Lin Yifan wondered.

He felt that Yi Chen knew the Knife Society had cultivators, and also that they were beyond his ability to handle.

After three minutes, another round ended; at this point, things looked bad for the sailor boxing king, who was seriously injured.

"Sailor King, come on! I've bet all I have on you, please don't lose!" a gambler pleaded from below at this time.

The situation was very unfavorable for the sailor boxing king, so his supporters were worried; losing meant they would have nothing left.

"Yes! Sailor King, you must not lose! Our fate is in your hands."

"Sailor King! Use your ultimate move—Mighty Sailor, and knock that monk out with one strike!"

"Yes! Mighty Sailor, brave and invincible, one strike KO."

"Mighty Sailor, one strike KO."

"Mighty Sailor, one strike KO."

...

Below the stage, those who bet on the sailor boxing king were cheering him on.

Meanwhile, those who bet on Master Yi Chen retorted without showing weakness.

"Shaolin Kung Fu, unrivaled in the world!"

"Shaolin Kung Fu, unrivaled in the world!"

...

"Dang dang!"

One minute later, round eight began.

Encouraged by the gambler's support, the sailor boxing king regained his confidence and took the match seriously.

In the previous fight, he had suffered from being too anxious; this time, he could not afford to make the same mistake again.

On the other side, Yi Chen aimed to settle the sailor king in this round and end the match.

Thus, the fight resumed, enveloping the entire stage in smoke once more.

Both parties were fully engaged in combat, each looking for an opening in the other's defense while also being extra vigilant to avoid sneak attacks.

The more cautious they were, the more lackluster the fight became, because they knew that those who attacked first often exposed more vulnerabilities.

However, they couldn't remain passive forever; they needed to create opportunities to strike. Thus, they kept throwing Light Fist jabs, attempting to find an opening for an attack; but, as both were exceptional boxers, how could either easily fall for the other's tricks?

Thus, in small exchanges, they moved back and forth on the stage, walking around without making any progress.

"Sailor King! Kill him!"

"Sailor King! Kill him!"

The gamblers who bet on the sailor king were incredibly anxious, as this peaceful situation was not to the sailor king's advantage. With Yi Chen currently leading in points, continuing in this peaceful manner would mean a loss for the sailor king even if Yi Chen did not knock him down.

The gamblers were anxious, but the sailor king on the stage was even more anxious, as no one wanted to win more than he did. However, boxing isn't something one can win merely by being anxious; it has to be approached step by step.