"Let's four join forces and take this kid down first, then we'll settle our own issues," a burly man proposed.
"Agreed," another said.
"I agree too."
"This kid got us into this arena, and today, he's not walking out of here alive!"
The four burly men reached an accord, their faces contorted with ferocity as they advanced on Chen Fan.
"Damn it, that's more like it! Take down that idiot who doesn't know his place!" In the private box, Ghost Hand's face broke into a satisfied smile.
"Ghost Hand, why do I feel like you have a grudge against that kid? You want him dead that badly?" a man couldn't help but ask.
"Can't I just dislike him? I want to see him get killed by others!" Ghost Hand retorted coldly.
How could he tell the man that this kid had beaten him up earlier? The underground king of Sucheng, beaten by a mere youngster. If this got out, Ghost Hand would truly lose face.
No one noticed that as the middle-aged man watched the four armed brutes surround Chen Fan, his hands clenched into fists.
Meanwhile, inside the arena, the four burly men had closed in on Chen Fan.
One of them, wielding a spear, attacked first, thrusting it directly at Chen Fan's chest with no restraint, aiming for a killing blow.
Chen Fan sidestepped, dodging the spear, and reached out to seize it.
However, just then, a long saber descended, striking the spot where Chen Fan's hand held the spear.
"Clang!"
The saber and spear collided, sparks flying. Chen Fan quickly released the spear.
A spiked club then swung down towards Chen Fan's back.
Beside him, another brute with a hammer aimed for Chen Fan's other shoulder.
Chen Fan was completely surrounded by the four burly men. A single hit could instantly incapacitate him.
"Kid, aren't you all high and mighty? I want to see you beaten to death with my own eyes!" Ghost Hand sneered, watching the scene in the arena.
The others also wore mocking expressions, believing Chen Fan had no chance of survival against four attackers.
"Bang!"
Chen Fan in the arena finally retaliated.
He lunged forward with a powerful kick, striking the spearman directly in the abdomen.
The immense force sent the spearman staggering back several steps.
Seizing the opportunity, Chen Fan quickly broke free of the encirclement. Before the other three brutes could react, he unleashed a spinning kick towards the head of the man with the spiked club.
"Clang!"
The brute fell to the ground, instantly knocked unconscious.
Suddenly, the brute with the hammer took advantage of the situation and swung it towards Chen Fan.
Chen Fan saw it coming and quickly raised his arm to block.
"Bang!"
The tremendous impact sent Chen Fan flying backward, sliding more than ten meters across the ground!
"Hahaha! Good!" Ghost Hand in the private box shouted with excitement.
Chen Fan's arm throbbed with pain, but thanks to the muscle-enhancing cream he'd used, the blow didn't break his bones, though it did inflict a serious injury.
Seeing Chen Fan fall, the brute with the hammer let out a cold laugh.
But as he moved towards Chen Fan, the brute who had been wielding the saber attacked from behind him.
"Swoosh!"
A long saber plunged into the back of the hammer-wielding brute.
The brute stiffened, his eyes widening as he looked at the tip of the blade protruding from his chest. He slowly knelt, blood trickling from his mouth.
"Damn it, Zhang Yong, your man just ambushed him!" In the private box, a man slammed his chair and stood up, fury etched on his face.
The man addressed as Zhang Yong smirked, "This is an arena, not a boxing ring. What ambush?"
"You!" The man's chest heaved with anger.
But in the end, he could only sit back down in bitter resentment.
The brute with the saber then approached the spearman, a slight curve to his lips.
The spearman, still reeling from Chen Fan's kick to the abdomen, tried to retreat but couldn't get up. In an instant, he was finished off by the saber-wielding man.
Chen Fan's brow furrowed at the sight.
This was the first time he had witnessed someone die so tragically before his eyes.
The previous arena fight had been brutal, but Chen Fan had intervened in time to prevent any fatalities.
"They were just fighting alongside you, and this is how you treat them?" Chen Fan, still on the ground, asked.
The saber-wielding brute sneered, "Only one person leaves this place alive. Do you think I'd give them a chance to kill me?"
"Kid, I admit you're strong, but this is not a place for you. Here, only the strong survive, and the weak are never tolerated!"
The brute said this as he advanced on Chen Fan.
"It's all over," a murderous glint flashed in the brute's eyes as he raised his saber to strike.
"Is it? You're not good enough to kill me!" Just then, Chen Fan sprang to his feet, sidestepping to evade the brute's attack.
The brute missed and quickly swung his saber horizontally towards Chen Fan.
But by then, his attack was too late. Chen Fan unleashed a full-powered punch directly into the brute's face.
"Thud!"
The brute's body shuddered, then he crashed to the ground.
Silence descended upon the private boxes!
Zhang Yong, who had been smug moments before, now stood up abruptly, his face a mask of horror.
His man was almost guaranteed the championship, but he never expected Chen Fan to knock him out with a single punch!
"Damn it, that bastard actually won!" The angriest person present was undoubtedly Ghost Hand. His face looked worse than if he'd eaten a dozen rotten mice.
He had wanted to witness Chen Fan beaten to death to quench his hatred, but instead, Chen Fan had won the match!
At that moment, confetti rained down in the arena, and Chen Fan's image appeared on the large screen.
In the private box, the masked middle-aged man slowly stood up.
Everyone in the room respectfully turned their attention to him.
The middle-aged man walked towards Ghost Hand.
Seeing his boss, Ghost Hand quickly forced a smile onto his already grim face.
"Slap!"
Just then, the middle-aged man raised his hand and slapped Ghost Hand across the face.
The force of the blow was immense, sending one of Ghost Hand's teeth flying and knocking him to the ground.
"M-my boss, please, calm your anger!" Ghost Hand panicked, immediately kneeling before the middle-aged man.