Super Soldier in Campus

Underground arenas are places hidden in the darkness. As societal pressure continues to grow, many wealthy individuals, particularly the younger generation, find themselves extremely strained. They can no longer release their stress and emotions through traditional forms of entertainment. Especially those with vivid imaginations, they begin to seek new forms of thrill.

Alcohol and drag racing are ways to vent psychological stress; likewise, underground arenas are channels for some to seek excitement and achieve emotional release.

Watching powerful fighters risking their lives in the arena, blood splattering everywhere, triggers the deepest, most primal instincts hidden within the human heart. Like wild beasts, they delight in the demise of others. What makes these venues even more frenzied is that these violent scenarios are often coupled with high-stakes gambling. Some wealthy people who enjoy gambling participate in betting while undergoing this mental stimulation to achieve even greater satisfaction. Of course, the ultimate beneficiaries are still the arena organizers.

Lin Feng and Long Jiu had just walked out of the passageway when they felt several icy-cold gazes sweeping over them. Instinctively, Lin Feng glanced around and saw shadowy figures at regular intervals in the dimness. Those cold gazes must have come from them, he surmised. They probably scrutinize everyone emerging from the passageway.

Lin Feng chuckled lightly. He immediately recognized these shadowy figures as the security personnel for the underground arena. The more chaotic a place, the more likely it is for uncontrollable situations to arise. Consequently, enforcers were needed to maintain order and provide intimidation when necessary. Of course, an underground arena like this couldn't lack such individuals.

After scrutinizing a few of them, Lin Feng sensed a fierce aura. These were clearly not ordinary street thugs but professional enforcers. From a few, Lin Feng even detected the faint scent of blood. It's highly likely some of them have killed before; that would explain the smell, he thought. Of course, only a 'monster' like Lin Feng, desensitized to bloodshed, could perceive such an aura. Ordinary people under their gaze would only feel terrified, completely unable to discern the nuances of this presence.

"Watch their match first," Long Jiu suddenly advised Lin Feng. "The victor among them will be your opponent in half an hour! If you can win this round, then everything will be fine, and your friend will definitely be safe..."

Lin Feng didn't ask what would happen if he were to lose, knowing full well that Long Jiu was threatening him. He couldn't be bothered to retort; after all, unless he wanted to concede, how could he possibly lose?

Lin Feng looked at the arena, which was attracting countless spectators. At the moment, two foreigners were boxing: one looked like a Caucasian from Russia, and the other was a black man. They were both nearly two meters tall and were going at it fiercely, trading punches and kicks.

Unlike regular sports events, there were hardly any rules in these underground arenas. Basically, aside from surrendering, being knocked down, or being thrown out of the ring to determine the winner, there were virtually no restrictions on moves.

Lin Feng watched as the black man aimed a vicious kick at the Caucasian's groin, nearly hitting his mark. The near miss elicited laughter from the hundred or so spectators, many of whom clapped and cheered for the black man.

The sounds of men yelling and women shrieking in excitement continued to ring in his ears, creating a fervent atmosphere. However, Lin Feng, no stranger to brutal fights, felt nothing. All he felt was boredom. The two foreign contestants weren't inner strength cultivators, so despite their physical strength, they were only on par with the first level of Inner Strength. A fight of this level couldn't attract his attention.

Moreover, the underground arena he was in was quite small-scale, evident from the excitement on the faces of the young men and women in the spectator stands. Gaining entry into truly large-scale, influential underground fighting rings was extremely difficult. Such venues weren't accessible to ordinary young people. Only those with power or special status would qualify. In such places, real fights regularly resulted in lives being lost. The sums wagered in those places would astound any ordinary person.

"What, do you look down on fights of this level?" Long Jiu suddenly turned to Lin Feng, noticed his lack of interest, and teased him.

"There's nothing worth my attention." Lin Feng took a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and said casually. He had no interest in watching a boxing match of this quality. If it hadn't been for Wang Zikai's life at stake, he would have left a long time ago. He certainly wouldn't be wasting his youth here with Long Jiu.

After hearing Lin Feng's response, Long Jiu stared at him for a moment before he sneered and said, "The Caucasian, Pete, and the black man, Bert, are both veteran fighters. Even I wouldn't be certain of defeating either of them if I were to fight. What makes you so arrogant?"

"Heh..." Lin Feng gave a slight smile but ignored Long Jiu. Of course, he didn't believe Long Jiu was on the same level as him.

"You'll know when you get in the ring. I'd like to see just how powerful you are..." Long Jiu sneered at Lin Feng.

"You said before that as long as I step into the ring, regardless of whether I win or lose, you'd let Wang Zikai go. I hope you're a man of your word. Otherwise, I might go crazy!" Lin Feng sneered back at Long Jiu, his gaze sharp and confrontational.

Long Jiu felt a tangible murderous intent in Lin Feng's gaze, and a chill ran down his spine. His heart turned cold. He just chuckled, saying no more, deciding to observe Lin Feng's real strength first.

Soon, Black Man Bert was the one left standing in the arena, having won the match by applying a Scissor-leg Lock on Pete.

"Ladies and gentlemen," a hostess in a bikini sauntered into the ring after the match ended and announced with a sweet voice, "the next match will be between a spectator surnamed Lin and our champion, Bert. The match will begin in 10 minutes. If anyone wants to place a bet, please do so quickly. The odds for our champion Bert stand at 1 to 1.2, while the odds for Mr. Duan are at 1 to 5. Please hurry and place your bets."

As soon as the hostess spoke, her words immediately drew a flurry of skeptical comments.

"What? Just any spectator can challenge Bert now? He's biting off more than he can chew!"

"He's courting death! Spectators can enter the ring now?"

"This is an easy choice! I'm betting on Bert to win, even if the payout is small!"

...

When Lin Feng, guided by Long Jiu, stepped onto the ring, the skeptical clamor grew even louder.

"Damn, is this the spectator, Lin? He just casually walked onto the ring in those clothes? Does he think he's out for a stroll?"

On the other side of the ring, a black man nearly two meters tall also stepped onto the platform. THUMP, THUMP. His robust physique and bulging muscles made him look like half an Iron Tower, standing in stark contrast to Lin Feng, who was only about 1.8 meters tall.

"Wow, what a huge difference! Does this Lin fellow have a screw loose, daring to challenge the champion, Bert?" someone called out in disbelief.