Police officer Chen Shu

Boxing ring.

"I have dedicated my life to the boxing ring."

"I fight underground boxing, mixed martial arts, and no-rules fighting."

"One minute, two minutes, five minutes, there is still no time limit."

"I've fought with a lot of people. I don't care about weight, I don't care about the rules, I don't care about getting injured."

"I don't care about anything, because I am a true warrior."

What does a true warrior care about?

Basong snatched the DJ's microphone, straddled the wall enclosed by the octagonal wire mesh, took a deep breath, and the sound waves suddenly exploded.

"Honor!" He pounded his large chest.

“Death!” He pointed forcefully at Li Xia, who was sitting opposite him.

Bassong braced himself against the railing with his legs crossed, then stood up against the side wall of the octagon. He nearly shoved the microphone into his throat: "Raise your hands, let me see!"

"Ugh!!!"

The audience erupted instantly, screams and shouts filling the entire arena. Beer cans, glasses, ashtrays, syringes, and even some pink and purple women's underwear were thrown onto the boxing ring.

Once the situation calmed down a bit, staff wearing helmets ran up to clean the table.

"So much drama. But you know, the big villains often die from talking too much." Li Xia, who was resting in the corner, forced a smile and reached out to scoop up the little thing on the ground.

bang.

Bang bang.

"Flight!"

Round five begins.

Thanks to the frenzy in the stands, Li Xia got an unexpected chance to catch his breath. What was supposed to be a one-minute break was stretched to nearly half an hour.

That's freaking amazing!
This was arguably the most outrageous boxing match Li Xia had ever encountered or heard of.

"Chinese pigs! Bah!"

In the fifth round, Basong adopted a reverse stance, feeling there was no need to test him any further. He took a step forward and followed it up with a wide-arc backswing, unleashing his killing move right from the start.

Without a second thought, Li Xia jumped back two steps to dodge.

"coward!"

Basong charged forward again, yelling, but was pushed back by Li Xia's knee kick. Both of his attacks were easily stopped by the opponent, and Basong was getting a little carried away.

"Basong, hit him on the left!" the coach on the sidelines reminded him, but seeing that Basong didn't seem to care, the coach assumed it was because the arena was too noisy and shouted, "Basong! Hit him on the left! His left hand is injured!"

I'm the one who beat him up, how could I not know where he was injured?
Do I need you to keep reminding me, and why are you shouting like that?
Do you think the audience doesn't know?

Basong mentally complained a few times, which manifested in a fraction of a second of hesitation in his movements. At that moment, Li Xia launched a high sweep straight at his face, but Basong blocked it with his elbow.

Basong took a step back, feeling somewhat surprised, because in this deadly battle, using a high kick was quite rare, and being thrown to the ground would be extremely dangerous.

When punches and kicks are exchanged at a normal distance, there are still some patterns to follow. However, when two people are grappling together, without any rules, the variables are very large.

What's the simplest way to deal with someone who gouges out your eyes or bites your ears?
The answer is that it's impossible to break through, so the side with the advantage usually won't fight the opponent to the ground.

Considering that he had the upper hand from beginning to end, and in order to win Tiger's bonus and the cheers of the audience, Basong gave up the left-side offensive.

Based on the previous four rounds of combat, he knew that this Chinese man was good at dodging and finding weaknesses to launch counterattacks, and he basically wouldn't take the initiative to attack. Especially now that his left hand had been crippled, he would be even more inclined to be on the defensive.

So Basong put down his stance, swung his right fist, and charged forward.

Unexpectedly, the other party chose to exchange punches with him!

As Basong threw a powerful right hook, Li Xia stepped forward and delivered a straight right punch.

boom!boom!
Both of them were punched at the same time!

Basong, relying on his strong resistance to blows, was the first to stand up. With a roar, he charged at Li Xia, who was still kneeling on one knee. In the world of underground boxing, there is no time for a countdown.

A follow-up punch, a follow-up punch to kill, is the only truth. Li Xia knew things were going badly, but because he had been hit in the head earlier, he had lost his balance and couldn't stand up. He gritted his teeth and simply crouched down and lunged at Basong's lower position.

The experienced Basong was not blinded by anger. He twisted his body and dodged Li Xia's slow attack, waiting for him to lose his balance before mounting him.

Fortunately, Li Xia was much heavier than his opponent, and although he was being ridden and punched by his opponent, he managed to withstand the barrage of attacks by protecting his head with his hands.

Just as they were at an impasse, Basong suddenly reached out and grabbed Li Xia's left hand. While Li Xia was still stunned, Basong pressed down hard on his broken middle finger.

"what!!!"

Li Xia let out a piercing scream, but it was instantly drowned out by the cheers of the audience. Without a doubt, the target of their heavy bet today must be Basong.

Seeing his opponent momentarily lose his balance due to pain, Basong unceremoniously punched Li Xia in the nose.

Kaka.

His nasal bone fractured instantly, and blood splattered into the air.

"boom!"

"yeah!"

"kill!"

The audience below the stage began to scream.

Basong grinned menacingly, preparing to present another grand gift to his beloved fans. His iron-like hands gripped Li Xia's neck with unstoppable force.

As the seconds ticked by, Basong's knuckles slowly sank into Li Xia's bluish neck. In a few more seconds, Basong believed that the wonderful, crisp sound would surely drive the audience wild once again.

Let's cheer for him again, the record holder of the winning streak.

With his bulging veins, Basong continued to exert force, and in his reddened eyes, all he could see was his opponent's fragile and pale neck.

"Click."

"Click."

"Click."

Basong stared wide-eyed, his mouth mimicking the sounds of a dislocated cervical spine and a shattered Adam's apple. He seemed somewhat mesmerized, and put a surge of strength into his hands.

Click.

The audience suddenly fell into a deathly silence, an eerie stillness.

Only the air conditioner on the ceiling of the hall was humming.

Boo!
The blood spurting from the Adam's apple gleamed an eerie bluish-red under the light.

Blood spurted from between Basong's clenched teeth, and the hands that had been gripping his opponent's neck were now covering his own.

Basong staggered to his feet from Li Xia's body, staggered back a few steps, and then, as if his bones had been removed, slammed his knee heavily onto the boxing ring before collapsing to the ground.

Li Xia was panting heavily, and his neck was bruised and purple.

He struggled to his feet, his bloodied right hand holding the nearly red-stained shard of glass. Drops of blood seeped from between his fingers, trickling down the tip of the shard and falling one after another onto the boxing ring.

Snapped.

Snapped.

Snapped.

The sound was crisp and clear, and thousands of people were listening to it.

The glass shard was broken by a glass vessel thrown onto the stage by the audience before the start of the fifth round of the match. Just then, Bassong was perched on the wall of the octagon shouting, attracting everyone's attention.

While the staff were cleaning up, Li Xia quietly hid the sharp pieces that had been thrown at his feet.

"Since this is a no-rules mixed martial arts fight, then screw the rules!"

"He's dead!"

Li Xia stood on the boxing ring, raising his hands high. (End of Chapter)