With a creak, the iron door opened.
A man as thin as a thin dog came out with a flattering look on his face: "Hey, Mr. Kang, you're here!"
After saying that, he respectfully invited the big man in black and Yuan Feng in.
Only then did Yuan Feng learn that the big man in black's surname was Kang. Looking at his demeanor, he probably has a relatively low status in the Zoroastrian Society.
"Is business normal?" The big man in black asked calmly, as if a leader was inspecting the work.
"Normal! Not only normal, but the revenue has increased a lot recently."
The thin man rubbed his hands with a slave look on his face.
Yuan Feng followed them through the dim corridor, and the huge basement appeared in front of him. Only then did he realize that this was an underground boxing gym.
Dozens of people gathered in the smoky basement, all of them vicious and evil, none of them kind.
On the ring in the middle, two muscular men were fighting to the death.
One of them was punched directly in the face by the other party, and his mouth was filled with blood and his front teeth fell to the ground. There was no referee on the field. After the opponent succeeded, he pursued the victory. Fists as big as sandbags fell like raindrops, and he still showed no sign of stopping until his flesh and blood were bruised.
For such a cruel scene, the audience not only showed no mercy, but cheered continuously. Some even waved their betting slips and shouted "beat him to death"...
Yuan Feng frowned and asked the big man in black: "Why did you bring me here?"
"Verify whether you are qualified to be a messenger!"
The big man in black smiled strangely, jumped onto the ring, and kicked the man who had been beaten to a bloody gourd off the stage.
"Brothers, here comes a new challenger! Hurry up if you want to place your bets! Yuan Feng, come on stage."
Most of the people in the audience knew the big man in black, and when they saw him personally leading people to the ring, they all cast curious glances.
Under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes, Yuan Feng took off the rope and climbed onto the ring awkwardly.
Yuan Feng, who was wearing a shirt and trousers, looked like a bastard in this situation...
"You're as skinny as a chicken, and you still compete in the ring?!"
"Stop it! Who can he challenge?! Get down quickly!"
"You can't kill him with just one punch?! Haha!"
The audience burst into laughter and booed.
At this time, the master of ceremonies came over and was a little embarrassed: "Master Kang, do you really want him to fight? There is no way to give odds."
The big man in black glanced at him and said solemnly: "It's what the deacon said. I'm just following orders."
As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden silence in the venue.
"Then...who are you fighting with?" the host asked cautiously.
The big man in black thought for a while, then showed a wicked smile: "Call the Tiger Shark to come up!"
"Master Kang...are you kidding me?!"
The master of ceremonies opened his mouth wide, and then looked at Yuan Feng with pitiful eyes.
The audience was also shocked, and everyone shook their heads, as if this was a match without any suspense.
The big man in black glared and said fiercely: "Am I kidding? Make arrangements immediately and start placing bets!"
The emcee hurriedly picked up the microphone: "In the next match, the new challenger Yuan Feng will face the tiger shark with 34 wins, 4 losses and 0 draws! The odds are 1:50! The match will start in 10 minutes, place your bets now!"
"Tch—" The audience booed.
"What kind of bets are there?! Hurry up and finish the next game!"
"Yes, yes! Don't waste our time!"
Yuan Feng didn't take it seriously. He leaned next to the emcee and asked in a low voice: "Brother, it's my first time here. Are there any rules?"
"There are no rules, just try to save your life."
The master of ceremonies sighed and shook his head.
Before he finished speaking, a tall man nearly two meters tall jumped over the rope and jumped onto the ring.
He is Yuan Feng's opponent, the famous underground black boxer - Tiger Shark.
The tiger-headed shark is at least three times bigger than Yuan Feng, and it is more than enough even if Yuan Feng can fit inside it.
In such a battle with a huge difference in weight, Tiger Head Shark also had a confused look on his face. He frowned and looked at Yuan Feng, then went over to confirm with the big man in black.
"Master Kang, you want me to fight him?!"
The big man in black nodded and whispered into his ear: "What the deacon means, you just have to do your best. It doesn't matter if you kill him."
"Hey, then I understand!"
The tiger-headed shark showed its big yellow teeth and smiled eerily.
"jingle--"
A crisp bell rang, and the battle began.
"Boy, your fists and feet are ruthless, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Tiger Shark said viciously, and his fist the size of a casserole hit Yuan Feng like a flying shot put.
This punch roared with wind, full of murderous intent!
Yuan Feng looked indifferent.
He knew very well that although Tiger Shark was born with a strong back and strong waist, he was not a Dharma practitioner. To put it bluntly, he is at most a barbarian with some fighting experience. If he really used his body that had been tempered by the God King Pill to fight against him with all his strength, he would probably be able to kill the opponent with just one move.
Although Yuan Feng didn't care about the life or death of these villains, if his actions were too exaggerated, it would inevitably arouse the suspicion of the big man in black.
To win this battle, and to win it reasonably, it seems that it still takes some thinking.
While he was thinking, the Tiger Shark had already rushed in front of him.
Yuan Feng stood still, stretched out his hands, cleverly avoided the Tiger Shark's fist, then clasped the opponent's elbow joint and gently pulled it away.
The Tiger Shark suddenly lost its center of gravity and was actually carried away by his own brute force, falling heavily off the ring.
Everyone in the audience was exclaimed. No one expected that the big red man who had maintained a winning record in the past two months would be defeated in one move.
The big man in black also had a face full of astonishment, and said to himself: "How many pounds does it cost? Could it be that he is a Taoist?!"
Tiger Shark got up from the ground, furious, and was about to rush back to the ring to show off his face, but was sternly stopped by the big man in black.
"If you lose, you lose. Don't break the rules here!"
The tiger shark seemed to be very afraid of the big man in black. He immediately stopped and left the field in embarrassment.
A sly smile appeared on the corner of the black-clothed man's mouth, he took out a Zoroastrian Society token from his pocket and threw it to Yuan Feng, and said loudly: "This game is not fun enough! I decided to add a temporary match, Yuan Feng vs. Sickle! Everyone! Place your bets!”
As soon as this statement came out, the audience was shocked again.
"Shima Shi? Is this a battle of wits?!"
"Is that Yuan Feng also a cultivator?!"
"Oh, this is quite interesting!"
Everyone went to place bets one after another. What was interesting was that after the previous game, they had concluded that Yuan Feng was a descendant of Taoism, and their views on him had greatly changed. Nearly one-third of the people bet on Yuan Feng to win.
Ten minutes later, a lazy-looking man stepped onto the ring.
The man was over fifty years old, short in stature, wearing a dark green long coat, and with the copper rod of dry tobacco in his hand, he looked like a land father-in-law.
However, no one in the audience laughed at such a funny look. Not only that, those people crowded in the first row even hid behind...
Yuan Feng saw this abnormal scene and was curious in his heart as to what methods his opponent had that could make those evildoers so fearful.
The sick servant looked sideways at Yuan Feng and said with disdain, "Who are you from? Tell me your name."
That hoarse voice was like sandpaper. I don’t know how many cigarettes I smoked to damage my throat like this...
Yuan Feng bowed his hands and saluted, and said with a smile: "I, Yuan Feng, have understood the way of heaven and earth and have no sect."
"What is the way of heaven and earth? I have never heard of it. All kinds of fish, tails, shrimps and crabs dare to come on stage to challenge! Stop talking nonsense and get started quickly!"
The sick servant sneered, and the last bit of scruple in his eyes disappeared.
The two stood ten meters apart, and a rare battle of skills in the black boxing ring began.
The sickle took a deep breath of dry smoke, puffed out his cheeks and blew out the smoke.
The arena was suddenly filled with smoke.
"Illusion? So that's it..."
Yuan Feng understood clearly. The smoke was mixed with thin source energy, and everything covered by his smoke was within the effective range of the illusion.
People in the front row covered their noses and mouths, held their breath, and stared intently at the changes on stage.
Although Yuan Feng was not affected by this inferior illusion at all, he did not want to show it too obviously, so he simply stood there and saw what his opponent wanted to do next.
Everyone in the audience thought that Yuan Feng had been trapped by Ma Shi's tricks from the beginning. Those who had bet on him to win sighed and slapped their thighs in regret.
Shima Shi also felt that he had a chance to win. He shook his head and walked towards Yuan Feng, while slowly unscrewing the tail of the dry cigarette, revealing a fine steel spike!
Just when the two were less than two meters apart, Yuan Feng suddenly opened his eyes, raised his hand and threw out two green lights, and rushed towards the sickle in an S shape!
"Mom!"
The sick man was obviously shocked by Yuan Feng's appearance. When he saw clearly what those two green lights were, he was even more shocked and exclaimed: "Spirit snake?! Are you a shaman and a horse fairy?!" "
In desperation, he no longer cared about elegance. He did a backflip on the spot and rolled out like a ball several meters away. Then he took out a handful of cigarette ashes from his arms and threw it at the "Spirit Snake"!
This trick is really effective. After the "Spirit Snake" touches the soot, it dissipates instantly.
In fact, it was not a spiritual snake, and Yuan Feng did not use any summoning techniques. He just felt that since Na Zhiyan had told Na Zhiyan that he had learned the magic of Chuma Xian, he had to show off to explain it.
He recalled the previous fight with Liu Tong, so he copied the cat and used Yuanqi to simulate Liu Tong's methods. However, he was worried that he would not be able to grasp the right balance and stop beating the opponent to death, so he simply removed all aggressiveness. Only its shape remains. This made Sickle mistakenly believe that he had the ability to restrain Ma Xian's psychic skills...
The sickle servant held the cigarette ashes in his hand. He was confident and waved the dry cigarette pole to attack again.
The steel thorn hung with cold light and stabbed Yuan Feng's chest.
How could Yuan Feng let him get close? Raising his palm to control Yuan Qi, a white hexagonal barrier appeared three meters away!
That's right, what he imitated this time was Master Bai's method...
There is no need to use this defensive method in vain. Sparks burst out when the steel thorn in the sickle's hand collided with the barrier.
The sickle threw out the cigarette ashes again, and then used all his strength to stab straight out!
"Bah-bah!"
With a piercing noise, the steel thorns collapsed in two pieces, leaving the barrier intact...
"ah?!"
Shima Shi panicked. He couldn't figure out what went wrong. He had successfully solved the "Spirit Snake" method just now, but why did it fail in the blink of an eye?
Before he could react, Yuan Feng used another move.
A weasel that was taller than a man suddenly appeared, its four claws glowing with cold light, and it lunged at the sickle with its teeth bared.
This is Huang Sanchi's special skill. Of course, Yuan Feng is just taking its form.
But the sick man was so frightened that he didn't even bother to try again with soot, so he rolled and fell down the ring.
Yuan Feng waved his hand gently, and the smoke from the field instantly dissipated, and the bluffing weasel also disappeared.
There were whispers in the audience, and the atmosphere suddenly became strange...
