"It seems I really need to make a move!"
Backstage, Ba Zhuo shook his head.
"Brother Ba Zhuo, be careful. This Undefeated Heavenly King has some skill, and his killing intent is chilling!" Ji Cang said.
Ba Zhuo nodded and turned to walk towards the stage.
Amidst the frenzied, explosive atmosphere, the roaring cheers threatened to blow off the roof of the underground hall.
The host, feeling uneasy, walked onto the stage.
Holding the microphone, he watched as the staff led Zong Yiming away, and said, "Incredible, truly incredible! Nine consecutive victories, our Gui Che has achieved nine consecutive victories!"
Countless people in the audience cheered the words "nine consecutive victories."
"Mr. Gui Che, may I ask what you are feeling right now?" The host, stalling for time, approached Chen Fan and asked.
Chen Fan cast a cold glance at the host, making him shiver.
Then, Chen Fan said, "I'm in a hurry, make it quick!"
The host was helpless.
These arrogant words, however, made the gamblers in the audience roar with excitement.
"Gui Che, go! Take down the whole place!"
"Gui Che, I love you, I want to spend the night with you!"
"Gui Che, you are invincible!"
"..."
Helpless, the host changed the subject and said, "So, our Gui Che is just one step away from achieving ten consecutive victories."
"This step, will it be a decisive victory or a defeat? Let's first take a look at Mr. Gui Che's opponent..."
Two words appeared on the screen: Hei Long!
The dragon, the totem of Da Xia Kingdom.
A dragon in black water!
"What, it's Mr. Hei Long?"
The host himself was shocked. "Many old friends might not be unfamiliar with Mr. Hei Long. He is a renowned martial arts master from the three eastern provinces, Ba Zhuo!"
Chen Fan's pupils contracted.
A martial arts master?
The one guarding this underground fight club was actually a martial arts master?
If he were in peak condition, Chen Fan would have no fear.
But now, poisoned by the Ten Fragrance Soft Bone Powder, he couldn't channel his internal energy. Facing a martial arts master, he didn't have much confidence. Da Feng Novel Network.
Dressed in a green robe, Ba Zhuo walked onto the stage with his hands behind his back.
The audience was in an uproar.
When Ba Zhuo appeared, some gamblers felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on them, instantly calming down.
A person's reputation precedes them. Although Ba Zhuo rarely fought, he had left a deep impression on many old gamblers.
This underground fight club, which accepted any fighter, inevitably attracted some powerful and ruthless individuals to challenge it.
Just like Chen Fan's current actions, but most of them were defeated midway, either recruited or killed directly on the stage.
However, there were also a few exceptionally powerful fighters who, like Chen Fan, had consecutively defeated the top fighters in the ring.
This led to Ba Zhuo's involvement.
Although he had fought only a handful of times, whenever Ba Zhuo made a move, no matter how powerful his opponent was, they couldn't last more than three moves.
Of course, many gamblers were unaware of Ba Zhuo and were still clamoring, causing chaos.
Ba Zhuo walked onto the stage with an air of calm detachment.
The host wisely retreated.
Ba Zhuo smiled at Chen Fan and said, "Gui Che, concede!"
Chen Fan took a deep breath, his expression indifferent. "I have never had the habit of conceding!"
"You will not be my opponent," Ba Zhuo said. "This place is not where you should be. Give up on the ten consecutive victories, and I can give you some information you desire, so you won't leave here empty-handed."
"I prefer to get it with my own hands!" Chen Fan said in a low voice.
"Then there's nothing I can do. You will be left here forever!"
Ba Zhuo said indifferently, made a starting gesture, and signaled Chen Fan to attack.
Chen Fan didn't hesitate. He took a step forward, his body like a drawn bow releasing its string, and punched out.
It was still the military boxing technique, the force of the punch surging, accompanied by roaring sounds like dragon cries.
Ba Zhuo parted his feet and calmly raised a palm.
An expert could tell at a glance the balanced Yin and Yang power contained within this palm.
After a "bang" of collision, Chen Fan moved like a dragon, the dragon's roar in his body unceasing, his fists and feet like a dragon.
Every muscle in his body vibrated, condensing his strength to the extreme, and he threw punch after punch.
Ba Zhuo blocked them all, but it wasn't as easy as it appeared.
With a loud shout, Ba Zhuo seized an opening and launched his attack.
A palm strike, like a blade chasing the moon, aimed directly at Chen Fan.
Chen Fan's pupils contracted, and he channeled the internal energy within his body to resist.
Bang bang bang...
The roles of attack and defense reversed. Ba Zhuo unleashed over a dozen consecutive moves, yet still couldn't defeat Chen Fan.
The roar of the audience below was incessant.
In the backstage monitoring room, Ji Cang watched the scene on the screen, his eyes filled with admiration.
"Who would have thought that an invincible general who could strategize and conquer would also be a peak master of Huajin, capable of blocking Uncle Zhuo's dozens of moves without defeat?"
"Uncle Zhuo is holding back," Ji Chang pouted. "If he were to unleash his full power, with qi and energy radiating outwards, this underground fight club wouldn't be enough for him to dismantle!"
"Even so, this prodigy of the Chen family is indeed extraordinary!"
"Uncle Zhuo is releasing his qi!"
Ji Chang stared at the screen, his body trembling violently.
On the stage, seeing that his regular moves couldn't break through Chen Fan's defense, Ba Zhuo suddenly let out a long shout.
A vast and mighty aura rose, originating from the Bai Shan and Hei Shui region, extending to the vast grasslands.
His fists clenched into claws, and his claws struck out, like a wolf pouncing in the vast mountains and rivers, his fist intent erupting, causing people to shudder.
The gamblers near the stage trembled, as if under the wave of his fist intent, they felt a pack of wolves pouncing at them, ready to tear them to shreds.
The crowd was startled, but many became even more excited, screaming and roaring.
This kind of thrill was precisely what these gamblers sought. If not for the pursuit of excitement, they wouldn't have come to such a place to gamble on fights.
His claws swept horizontally, Ba Zhuo was unstoppable.
Chen Fan's expression became solemn.
Under such fist intent, he had to go all out to block it, but the effect of the Ten Fragrance Soft Bone Powder prevented him from displaying his full strength.
With a "crack" of collision, he stumbled backward.
His blocking hands were already bleeding, wounds inflicted by the corrosive qi of Ba Zhuo.
Qi was like a knife, like a needle, like a sword.
Seizing the advantage, Ba Zhuo stepped forward and threw a punch.
Qi swirled around his fist, sharp and unstoppable.
"Kill!"
At the brink of life and death, Chen Fan let out a fierce roar.
His body seemed to grow several inches, his killing intent condensed and circulated.
Even if millions stood in my way, I would go forward!
On the battlefield, there is no retreat, blood offered to Xuanyuan, not an inch of land shall be yielded!
The soaring battle intent enveloped the boxing ring and expanded infinitely.
Chen Fan advanced instead of retreating, unleashing a punch with boundless battle intent.
Bang.
Qi collided, turning into a gale.
The gambling crowd went completely wild and exploded, each of them fanatically losing all reason.
The two figures on stage, with their endless fist intent, clashed, every punch and blow like flesh and blood, as if they would fight to the death!