Urban Carefree Warrior God

「Second floor.」

Zhao Yinghu clutched a wine glass, standing before the floor-to-ceiling window. His eyes were fixed on the arena, his expression tense.

The battle had reached a point where his best Fist Masters were either dead or injured, including a boxing champion he had brought in from Asia City. When that champion was stomped to death by a Bald Eagle Disciple, Zhao Yinghu's heart sank.

Victory or defeat, life or death—it all hinged on this one match.

If Yahua lost, he would have no choice but to hand over Lingjin City's underground boxing market to Bald Eagle! Those were the rules of the underground boxing world, and everyone in the Martial World had to abide by them.

"Lord Hu, judging by Yahua's vigorous spirit, he should be able to win this fight!" said Yan Zheng, the middle-aged man next to Zhao Yinghu and his confidant, with a hearty laugh.

Even Bald Eagle's disciples couldn't withstand a single move from Yahua and were obliterated by one of his punches. That alone showcased his formidable strength; defeating Bald Eagle himself wasn't out of the question.

Zhao Yinghu shook his head and sighed. "You still don't understand Bald Eagle. Do you think the title of 'Northern Desert Fist King' was just blown in by the wind?"

"Besides, the martial spirit in the Northern Desert is far more prevalent than it is here. The fact that he could become a king in the Northern Desert—do you know what that implies?"

Gritting his teeth, Zhao Yinghu squeezed out a single word, "Invincible!"

"And do you know why the men controlling the underground boxing markets in the neighboring provinces and cities haven't sent anyone to help me, even though they know Bald Eagle's appetite won't be satisfied with just Lingjin City?"

The smile on Yan Zheng's face collapsed instantly. "Because Bald Eagle is invincible!" he said, horrified.

Zhao Yinghu nodded helplessly. "He earned the title of Northern Desert Fist King with his own two hands! Becoming a king is nothing special. But becoming an emperor signifies supremacy over all underground boxers. It's the symbol of invincibility!"

"Then..." Yan Zheng was dumbfounded, his heart sinking to rock bottom.

With a somber expression, Zhao Yinghu fell silent. Despite clinging to a sliver of hope, he couldn't suppress the overwhelming despair. He could only pray for a miracle.

「On the stage.」

Yahua, brimming with fighting spirit, raised a thick arm and beckoned to Bald Eagle. Baring his teeth, he laughed loudly. "They all say you're the Fist King, an invincible being! Today, I want to see if you really live up to your name!"

"Hurry up and make your move. You can keep your disciple company on the Road to Hell!"

BOOM!

Yahua's arrogant words instantly ignited the already intense atmosphere in the arena, as thunderous cheers erupted one after another.

"Go, Yahua! We support you!"

"Take him down in one go! Slaughter that ugly Bald Eagle!"

"Yahua, my entire fortune is on you! You have to win!"

"..."

The roars grew louder with each wave, threatening to tear the roof off the arena.

Yang Hu, who had stepped away for a moment, returned to Chen Yang's side holding several betting slips. He grinned. "Boss, I bet on Bald Eagle to win. Now we just wait to collect our winnings."

"You sure are shrewd," Chen Yang smiled.

"This is free money. Why wouldn't I take it?" Yang Hu pocketed the slips and patted his chest. "That Yahua guy seems full of momentum and energy, a powerful fighter for sure, but he's not even in the same league as Bald Eagle. He probably won't last three moves against him!"

"One move," Chen Yang said.

Yang Hu was astonished. "Yahua can't even last one move?"

Chen Yang nodded.

Hearing this, a young man nearby couldn't take it anymore. He glared at them. "Stop pretending you know what you're talking about! Yahua is a champion that Lord Hu spent a fortune to hire. Even Bald Eagle's disciples are no match for him! No matter how strong Bald Eagle is, he can't possibly be a match for Yahua!"

"By the way, how much did you bet on Bald Eagle to win?"

"Fifty million," Yang Hu replied.

The young man was speechless.

"Take my advice," the young man said, amazed that Yang Hu was so rich while earnestly trying to persuade him. "Go cancel that bet and put it on Yahua. I guarantee you'll win!"

"So how much did you bet on Yahua?" Yang Hu asked.

The young man waved his hand. "500,000! That's my entire life savings! If I win this, I can buy my wife a bigger house! My son has always wanted to go abroad, and this time I should be able to make his wish come true."

He became lost in his fantasy, the corners of his mouth turning up involuntarily.

Chen Yang was surprised and subconsciously exchanged a glance with Yang Hu. To think he'd rely on gambling to improve his family's quality of life? How pitiful and tragic!

Chen Yang couldn't help but ask, "Sir, shouldn't you achieve those things through hard work? This is gambling."

"Work will never get me a new house or let me take my son on a trip abroad! This 500,000 is what I've scraped together over the last twenty years."

Chen Yang was speechless. "If that's the case, how can you dare bet all of it? What if you lose?"

The man fell silent.

Yang Hu interjected, "I'm afraid you won't even be able to make ends meet, right? And how would you explain it to your wife?"

"Yahua can't possibly lose!" the man declared with absolute certainty.

Chen Yang shook his head helplessly. "Yahua is going to lose. Take my advice and cancel your bet."

The man fell silent again.

Chen Yang said no more. He wasn't some kind of saint, and he wouldn't have said anything if the man hadn't started the conversation. He'd said what needed to be said; it was up to the man to listen or not. This is the typical gambler's mindset, and the tragedy of a gambler. They convince themselves of what they want to believe, not realizing it's all an illusion, like trying to see flowers in fog or grasp the moon's reflection in water. What's more, this kind of underground boxing is rife with deceit. Countless fighters throw matches. The bookmakers can let you win a little, but they can also drain you of everything in one go. A complete system is already in place, with everything under the bookmakers' control.

「At the same time.」

After a detailed introduction of both fighters, the host quickly left the stage, leaving the vast ring to the two men.

Clenching his fists, Yahua took his stance and roared, "Bald Eagle, come on! Let me end your legend!"

Bald Eagle remained silent, standing there quietly.

BOOM!

Yahua moved!

Over 1.8 meters tall, with a sturdy, muscular frame, he showed no sluggishness at all. Instead, he was as swift as a gale. Driving his right knee forward, he simultaneously slammed both of his sandbag-like fists outward.

Bald Eagle remained as still as a statue. He stood his ground, unmoved by the whistling fists and the violently trembling air.

This sight made many in the audience break out in a cold sweat for him.

Only when Yahua's fists were less than a foot away did Bald Eagle take a half-step back. He raised his hands, curled his fingers, and reached for the two oncoming fists.

Yahua's charge came to a sudden halt, forcibly stopped by Bald Eagle's hands.

Then, a sight no one would ever forget unfolded.

The entire arena became as quiet as a tomb, devoid of all sound. It was as if even breathing and heartbeats had ceased to exist.

Is he even human?

No one could believe their eyes. They stared in a daze, as if they had seen a ghost.

Bald Eagle looked around the ring. "Is the person who killed my disciple, Qin Wu, here?"

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