"Tu Long is going to lose!"
Tao Qiyue anxiously squeezed Chen Jinzhao's hand. That was a full million, and who knew when it could be earned back.
Yu Huaixuan seized the opportunity to mock Chen Jinzhao, saying with a faint smile, "It's fine if you lose. I suppose this million isn't too much for you, and you can afford to lose it."
His words were filled with sarcastic undertones.
Tao Qiyue turned and warned Yu Huaixuan, "If you can't speak properly, then shut your mouth!"
A cold glint flashed in Yu Huaixuan's eyes. After a cold snort, he fell silent.
Chen Jinzhao remained as steady as a mountain. The real show hadn't even begun.
On the stage.
Tu Long was indeed being pushed back, clearly at a disadvantage.
However, the outcome of this match was decided by life and death, and Tu Long wasn't going to die that easily. After enduring the first round of attacks, Tu Long gradually stabilized and began to counterattack. The Leopard's eyes narrowed, and he used both fists and feet, aiming to finish Tu Long as quickly as possible.
Tu Long grinned wickedly, his eyes filled with cruelty.
The two grappled, and it was impossible to tell who had the upper hand anymore.
Yu Huaixuan's brow furrowed. Could he really lose to Chen Jinzhao?
It wasn't that he lacked the million. After Yu Shenxing's arrest, he had become the most talked-about person among the third generation of the Yu family. This amount of money wasn't anything to him.
What mattered most was his reputation.
If he lost the gamble to Chen Jinzhao, what would people say?
The boxing match continued.
After an evenly matched fight, the Leopard launched another fierce counterattack, once again gaining the upper hand.
Seeing this.
Yu Huaixuan finally smiled.
He didn't notice that Chen Jinzhao was also smiling.
This was because Chen Jinzhao could see that the Leopard was at the end of his strength, clinging to his last breath and trying to finish Tu Long as quickly as possible.
If he failed, the Leopard would be the one to die.
Things unfolded exactly as Chen Jinzhao had predicted. After the Leopard's attack missed, Tu Long reacted and landed a punch to the Leopard's heart.
Bang!
The battle was over.
The Leopard's face contorted in extreme pain. Tu Long did not press his advantage.
The once lively audience fell into sudden silence. No one had expected this outcome. They watched as the Leopard clutched his heart and fell to the ground. After a few ragged breaths, he lay still, his chest no longer rising and falling.
Clearly.
The Leopard was dead, and Tu Long had won.
Chen Jinzhao turned to look at a stunned Yu Huaixuan. "Thank you for the million."
Yu Huaixuan's lips twitched, and his face turned ashen.
He had lost!
And he had lost to Chen Jinzhao!
He absolutely could not stomach this defeat.
Tao Qiyue, recovering from her shock, stared at Chen Jinzhao, seemingly waiting for an explanation.
Chen Jinzhao smiled faintly. "It's just a matter of practice. Not worth mentioning."
Shui Ye's establishment had a reputation for reliability. After the results were in, the 950,000 and the previously paid deposit were quickly transferred to Chen Jinzhao's account, further darkening Yu Huaixuan's expression.
"Is that enough?" Tao Qiyue asked Chen Jinzhao.
She was referring to the money.
Chen Jinzhao shook his head. "Not by a long shot. If no stronger fighters appear later, it might be difficult."
Tao Qiyue pursed her lips, unsure of how much debt Chen Jinzhao still had.
The matches continued.
After a brief rest, Tu Long returned to the stage and won four consecutive matches.
His odds had risen from an initial 1.15 to 1.05, while the odds for subsequent challengers gradually dropped to 5 to 1.
This gave Chen Jinzhao hope.
If the odds dropped further to a favorable point, he would go all-in and then challenge Tu Long himself.
Just then.
A middle-aged man stepped onto the stage.
Chen Jinzhao's brow furrowed the moment he saw the man. His intuition told him that this person was likely a martial artist, at least a C-class level in terms of combat power.
He was already considered a dangerous individual.
As for the Leopard and Tu Long from before, they hadn't even come close to touching the C-class threshold.
Why would someone like this appear here?
"I am Kōtō Gen'ichirō from Japan. I wish to spar with the masters of China," the middle-aged man announced, a smile on his face that did not arouse much suspicion.
At the same time.
The audience noticed that the odds had been adjusted accordingly. Tu Long's odds were now 5 to 1, while Kōtō Gen'ichirō's were set at 1.01.
This indicated that the establishment had a good understanding of Kōtō Gen'ichirō's strength.
Everyone was curious about this sudden newcomer, Kōtō Gen'ichirō, wondering if his strength matched the odds.
The host introduced Kōtō Gen'ichirō's background and abilities with great fanfare. Once the betting window closed, he immediately announced the start of the match.
Tao Qiyue was deeply curious about Kōtō Gen'ichirō's strength and asked Chen Jinzhao beside her, "What do you think of this man who appeared out of nowhere? How long do you think it will take him to defeat Tu Long?"
Chen Jinzhao held up five fingers.
"Five?"
Tao Qiyue exclaimed, "Do you mean five minutes?"
The next second.
Only four fingers remained.
Tao Qiyue's pupils contracted. She vaguely understood something.
She immediately focused her gaze on the ring.
In the past two seconds, Tu Long had thrown a punch at Kōtō Gen'ichirō, only for it to be easily dodged. It was then that Kōtō Gen'ichirō unleashed a punch with astonishing speed, leaving no time for reaction. The audience was stunned, let alone Tu Long, who felt a killing intent engulf him. The fist struck directly at his heart!
Bang!
A dull thud echoed.
Chen Jinzhao's five fingers had just finished counting down. Exactly five seconds had passed.
Tu Long's body flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground outside the ring.
Tao Qiyue could see on the screen above that blood was gushing from Tu Long's mouth like a fountain. After a few twitches, his life was extinguished.
Kōtō Gen'ichirō had won!
The scene was deeply etched into everyone's minds, becoming a lingering nightmare.
Even the host had not recovered from the shock.
In the VIP box.
Ning Fei applauded and laughed heartily. "Hahaha, Mr. Kōtō's strength is indeed impressive. With such a formidable individual as my bodyguard, any amount of money is worth it."
"Chen Jinzhao, you're dead!"
On the stage.
Kōtō Gen'ichirō clapped his hands, looking relaxed and at ease.
His sharp gaze swept across every corner of the audience. Wherever his eyes landed, the spectators dared not look up, fearing they would be noticed by this terrifying demon.
"Hahahaha…"
Kōtō Gen'ichirō burst into laughter.
After laughing, he said contemptuously, "I've always heard that Chinese kung fu is formidable, but it seems to be nothing special. Compared to our Japanese martial arts, your China is truly too weak."
The audience gritted their teeth in silent anger.
At times, they might not resist personal insults, but when a foreigner insulted their nation, most people would be furious.
Tao Qiyue was no exception.
The woman clenched her fists, her face a mask of fury, ready to fight Kōtō Gen'ichirō.
"Oh?"
"Are none of you brave enough to challenge me?" Kōtō Gen'ichirō feigned surprise, his voice grating.
Silence ensued. Still, no one stepped forward.
Kōtō Gen'ichirō laughed even more maniacally, gave a thumbs-up, and then turned his thumb downward.
"China, trash."