Urban Immortal Cultivation Supreme

At this moment, Wu Kui let out a cry of astonishment, then his eyes opened wide, mouth agape, his face filled with disbelief as he stared at the scene before him. Even his wandering hand, which had been on the cheongsam-clad lady beside him, had slipped off. The woman in the cheongsam was also staring dumbfounded at everything before her. It wasn't just them; the entire venue fell silent in an instant, everyone's eyes wide open in shock as they watched the center of the Duel Arena.

Shock and disbelief replaced every face.

How could this be? How could this man kill the wild lion? This is a wild lion more terrifying than the man-lion, isn't it? Even tigers would avoid such a wild lion, yet it was instantly killed by him? Isn't this like a dream?

The powerful slap of the wild lion was still clear in everyone's mind, yet in the blink of an eye, this terrifying wild lion had fallen to the ground, utterly losing its breath of life. How could it not astonish people?

If one hadn't witnessed it with their own eyes, who could believe it all? Even those who saw it might not believe it.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let us celebrate our warrior with a round of warm applause, the one from Siberia—Slokyv!" It was unknown how long had passed when the sound of the broadcast resonated in the venue, finally snapping everyone out of their stupor back to reality.

"Ah, Slokyv, you're mine!"

"I want to buy him as my bodyguard!"

"No, he's mine, Slokyv, be my man!" The venue erupted into excitement once again, even those who had bet on the wild lion were shouting in amazement. They didn't care about losing a bit of money, Slokyv's performance had thoroughly shocked them.

Having such a powerful bodyguard was indeed a reliable thing.

Some had already begun to inquire about Slokyv's price, especially some wealthy women, who were somewhat impatient to buy him back.

So strong, that aspect must be strong too, right? To be protected by him while also being possessed by him, what kind of pleasure would that be?

It was only at this moment that Zhu Bufan snapped back to his senses. He had previously noticed that the giant man had something special, but he did not expect him to be this powerful. That terrifying wild lion was instantly killed.

The strength of that one kick must have been a thousand pounds. A regular person, if struck by that kick, would have their head smashed instantly. Only thick-skinned creatures like the wild lion could withstand one kick, yet even so, they couldn't withstand his second.

If it were himself, although he could hit a bear, the damage inflicted would definitely not be as severe.

Too terrifying, this person...

Indeed, the epitome of terror. Zhu Bufan had only felt his spiritual power to be very strong and hadn't expected his explosive power to be this tremendous.

Wu Kui's face was full of surprise; he didn't quite believe what Zhu Bufan had said before, so he only bet a meager two million. Although he won the bet, he didn't win much, which left Wu Kui with some regrets. Why hadn't he believed Zhu Bufan? If he had trusted him and bet a hundred million, he would have doubled it to two hundred million by now, rather than just doubling to four million.

Wu Kui was so frustrated he beat his chest and back.

Then came the second round of the competition. This time, the opponents were three wolves, each one a gigantic specimen which would surely be the Wolf King if in a pack. But facing the attack of the three giant wolves, Slokyv resolved the battle in less than three minutes, and the venue once again erupted with enthusiastic cheers; almost everyone was shocked by Slokyv's strength.

Such power, such explosive force, truly could be considered strong and formidable.

Inside the Rose Club, there is a rule: Those sold here, as long as they fight and win three consecutive matches, can earn their freedom.

This means, if Slokyv wins one more match, he would be able to earn the right to freedom.

Zhu Bufan was dumbfounded for a moment. Exactly how did Slokyv come to be here, and by what formidable force was he sold here?

How powerful must the entity behind this club be? Think about it, if the Rose Club wasn't backed by a strong power, would there be strong fighters to manage the club, and who would be capable of guarding those strong fighters who were sold here?

Next up was Slokyv's final match. Who would the club arrange to battle against Slokyv?

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Slokyv stood quietly in the center of the arena. Despite two consecutive intense battles draining much of his strength, it didn't seem to amount to much for someone who had endured brutal training since childhood.

There he stood, silently awaiting his third opponent in the center of the Beast Fighting Arena.

"Click!" The door in the center of the Beast Fighting Arena opened, and instead of a cage being pushed out, a man emerged. Dressed in plain cloth, bald-headed, the man looked somewhat disheveled with scars on his face and tattered clothes, almost resembling a beggar.

The audience was puzzled. Who was this fellow? Was he there to clean up the place?

Everyone dismissed the beggar as a janitorial worker meant to tidy up the area, everyone except Zhu Bufan, who furrowed his brows tightly.

Because this man, Zhu Bufan recognized him. He was Zhao Qian's brother, named Zhao Baldhead.

At this moment, seeing Zhao Baldhead appear here, Zhu Bufan was struck with a hint of bewilderment.

He didn't understand why Zhao Qian's brother would show up here, nor how he could have been sold here.

And what would become of Zhao Baldhead's fate next?

This was completely unknown.

Just then, as the host's voice echoed once again, everyone realized that this beggar wasn't the janitorial worker but Slokyv's third opponent—Zhao Baldhead.

"Zhu Bufan, who do you think will win this time?" Seeing the situation unfold, Wu Kui immediately asked Zhu Bufan, who still looked surprised and furrowed.

However, at this moment, Zhu Bufan did not answer Wu Kui.

Seeing that Zhu Bufan did not respond, Wu Kui felt rather annoyed. He had won a substantial amount of money in the second match and had hoped to win even more this time.

Yet, now Zhu Bufan completely ignored him.

Originally, during the second match, when Wu Kui saw the three giant wolves, he guessed that Slokyv was bound to lose that round. But Zhu Bufan spoke up, saying Slokyv would win, and based on the precedent of the first match, Wu Kui decided to blindly trust Zhu Bufan this time. He placed a bet of fifty million and, to his surprise, Zhu Bufan's prediction was correct, winning Wu Kui fifty million.

Now, eager to win money once more, Wu Kui asked Zhu Bufan again, but Zhu Bufan still ignored him, causing him considerable frustration.

"Zhu Bufan, just tell me who will win! If I win money, I'll share with you, how about that?" Wu Kui implored once again.

However, Zhu Bufan chose not to respond to Wu Kui. Instead, he directly asked, "Wu Kui, other than winning three matches to save themselves, do you know of any other way to rescue the fighters from the arena floor?"

Wu Kui looked at Zhu Bufan in surprise, hardly believing what he had heard.