"Ang!"
A sound like a dragon's roar echoed within Chen Fan's chest.
Under Greedy Wolf's killing move, he spread his arms apart but couldn't cover everything. He blocked a claw with one palm in front of his chest, shifted his body slightly, and stepped forward, his movement like a dragon's tail sweep.
With a crisp snap, Chen Fan's fist followed up, striking the opponent's chest along with Greedy Wolf's other claw, neither before the other.
Chen Fan's body trembled slightly, his side garment torn, revealing a claw mark.
Greedy Wolf's expression, however, changed dramatically. His body was sent flying back like a sack, crashing to the edge of the boxing ring.
His face turned pale, and after a slight tremor, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The gamblers below roared and shouted. Those who had bet on Greedy Wolf yelled his name, urging him to get up and fight again.
Chen Fan, feeling the surge of internal energy, slowly advanced.
Greedy Wolf propped himself up with his hand and managed to stand.
With a bang, after another exchange, Greedy Wolf was knocked to the ground, his right arm broken.
Jingle, jingle... The bell rang.
Greedy Wolf's manager rushed onto the stage, signaling a surrender.
The crowd below erupted in an uproar, with boos reaching the heavens.
In this underground boxing ring, life and death were one's own responsibility. Although Greedy Wolf did not surrender voluntarily, this act was seen as weakness, earning him the disdain of many gamblers.
Especially those who had placed heavy bets on Greedy Wolf, they vented their dissatisfaction, shouting curses.
Chen Fan did not make another move, merely watching coldly as Greedy Wolf was helped off the stage.
As the seventh match concluded, the atmosphere in the venue reached another peak.
Those who had bet on Chen Fan to achieve ten consecutive victories were utterly ecstatic, shouting the name "Gui Che" with bloodshot eyes, as if seeing twenty times their investment about to pour into their coffers.
In the private room, Han Wei smiled and said, "Master Qing, you can still stop now and end this challenge. Otherwise, these losses will cost you dearly."
Master Qing held his phone and ordered, "Lower the odds for ten consecutive wins to one to five!"
His expression turned grave.
He had no choice but to lower the odds.
The closer Chen Fan got to ten consecutive wins, the more people would bet. Even those who had stubbornly bet on Chen Fan to lose might change their minds.
If the odds were not adjusted now, and Chen Fan actually achieved ten consecutive wins, the consequences would be catastrophic.
Of course, the outcome was already terrifying to this point.
Following this, Master Qing turned and walked out of the private room.
At this juncture, he had to personally make arrangements.
Han Wei smiled and then turned to Zhao Quan, saying, "You have seen the strength of the Undefeated Heavenly King. With his status and military background, protecting you should not be difficult. As for revenge, no matter how strong the opponent is, it is not impossible to achieve."
"Miss Han, that's because you have no idea what kind of existence the other party is!" Zhao Quan said.
"Then tell me!" Han Wei urged.
Zhao Quan shook his head, "I couldn't find out the specifics. I only know that both Master Qing and Master Cang advised me to stop and hide in the Ghost Market, never to emerge again."
"Ji Cang?"
"Yes, Master Cang is a martial arts grandmaster!" Zhao Quan said bitterly, "But when it comes to that faction, he speaks with extreme caution."
Han Wei also fell silent. It seemed this faction was more terrifying than she had imagined!
On the boxing ring, the eighth fighter finally stepped up.
It was an elder, around fifty years old, thin and small, appearing far less formidable than Greedy Wolf.
However, upon seeing this man enter the ring, Zhao Quan's expression changed, and he abruptly stopped speaking.
"You still refuse to say? This is the eighth match, Chen Tianjiao's ten consecutive wins are within reach," Han Wei said.
"I fear he may not survive," Zhao Quan said meaningfully.
Han Wei was taken aback and asked, "What do you mean?"
Zhao Quan remained silent, but his face showed no relief, only a sense of melancholy and worry.
On stage, Chen Fan looked at his new opponent, also somewhat surprised.
It seemed that his current opponent was not stronger than the previous Greedy Wolf.
The announcer stepped down, and the atmosphere below reached its hottest peak.
"Gui Che, kill him!"
"Gui Che, Gui Che..."
"Ten wins, ten wins..."
Amidst the frenzied shouts, the elder cupped his hands towards Chen Fan.
"Changbai Mountain, Guo Songnian!"
Instead of attacking directly, the elder greeted Chen Fan.
Chen Fan was also a little surprised and cupped his hands in return, saying, "Jingcheng, Chen Tianjiao!"
"Your strength is extraordinary. I fear my old bones are no match for you. Unfortunately, the Jin clan is urging me, so I must enter the ring. I beg you to show mercy."
Chen Fan's eyebrows rose slightly. He found this man to be completely different from ordinary fighters.
In fact, it was rare to see fighters over forty in these underground boxing matches.
As the saying goes, youth conquers age in combat. Even if one's internal energy cultivation was higher, they would be powerless with age.
The aging of bones and muscles, and the decline of blood and qi, made older fighters unable to compete with younger, fierce opponents.
But this elder, codenamed Tun Yu, was entering the ring in the eighth match. Perhaps he had something extraordinary about him?
"Since you've stepped onto the stage, life and death are irrelevant. Isn't that the rule here?" Chen Fan said.
"That is true, but rules are rigid, and people are flexible," Guo Songnian sighed and said, "If it were not for desperation, who would willingly fight in an illegal boxing match at this age?"
The crowd below booed and urged them on, seeing that neither man had moved.
Guo Songnian seemed to hear nothing, continuing, "I am known for my agility. I've fought a few matches before, using my footwork to evade opponents. After we start fighting, I beg you to indulge me a little, just put on a show. I will find an excuse to fall down later. Thank you, thank you."
Chen Fan found it increasingly strange.
Suddenly, he smelled a faint, almost imperceptible fragrance.
He frowned, concentrating, and his expression changed slightly.
Just then, Guo Songnian moved, the sound of wind and thunder rumbling within him, and he brought down a palm strike.
The palm was like a saber, striking directly at vital points.
Chen Fan felt his internal energy become sluggish.
A murderous glint appeared in his eyes, and he punched out.
With a bang, Guo Songnian's "Big劈棺手" (Big Splitting Coffin Hand) stance was broken.
The latter was prepared, shifting his position and circling Chen Fan.
The fragrance grew more intense.
And Guo Songnian was right; his agility was indeed extraordinary. His feet moved like the wind as he circled Chen Fan, dodging and blocking, constantly shifting and moving with extreme flexibility.
"This fragrance is called Ten Fragrance Soft Tendon Powder. It weakens the tendons and bones, disrupts the flow of energy, and prevents movement," Guo Songnian said as he weaved around. "If you take a few hits from me now, you can fall and surrender, preserving your life. Otherwise, in the next two matches, you will be beaten to death!"