Chen Yuan dragged the "thunder stick" and walked onto the ring step by step.

Soon, detailed information about the dueling parties appeared on the electronic screen above the boxing ring.

Left: Chen Yuan

Age:17

Height: 178cm

Weight:66kg

Specialties: Chinese ancient martial arts

Strength: G-level top

Representative force: Xuanhe Gang

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Right: He Lianchong

Age:28

Height:182cm

Weight:72kg

Specialties: New Martial Arts, Assassination

Strength: F level entry level

Representative force: unknown

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"After eating prison food for more than a week, I not only grew one centimeter taller, but also gained two kilograms. There is no one else who can treat me as a hostage." Chen Yuan laughed at himself and looked up at the F-class strongman across the ring.

The author is He Lianchong.

He was holding a silver dagger and stood there arrogantly, like a hungry and bloodthirsty vulture.

Wearing a dark black combat uniform, he has a lean body shape but extremely thick thigh muscles.

A knowledgeable person will be able to tell at a glance that this person must be very good at playing the game.

Under a head of silver-gray messy hair, a pale, thin and handsome face was revealed, and a pair of bloodshot eyes stared straight at Chen Yuan, with strong murderous intent and hostility in his eyes.

"Are you Chen Yuan?"

He Lianchong looked Chen Yuan up and down and said contemptuously: "I heard... you are the most powerful young warrior in this town?"

"The man named Hong is really good at boasting..."

Chen Yuan smiled helplessly, put the "Thunder Stick" on the ground, and said slowly: "I am Chen Yuan, but I am not the 'strongest young warrior' as you said. Going on stage to bet and fight is nothing more than working to make money.

, we should be the same.”

"We are different!"

He Lianchong suddenly became excited and shouted coldly: "I go to the ring to prove the Tao through martial arts!"

"Uh... are you so noble?" Chen Yuan's eyes twitched slightly.

He Lianchong smiled evilly and said word by word: "Over the years, I have traveled to various regions in China, visited dozens of base cities, challenged more than a hundred 'gambling arenas', and defeated hundreds of warriors.

The purpose is to find those so-called 'strongest' and use their blood to prove my own martial arts!"

"oh."

Chen Yuan responded and said: "Anyway, I am here to work and make money, and I don't want to use my own blood to prove to others what Lao Shizi's teachings are."

"Vulgar!" He Lianchong spat and coldly snorted: "You, a lackey of money, are not worthy of being a warrior at all!"

"A true warrior should be like me, treating money as dirt, only focusing on proving the Tao, breaking his own limits at all costs, and pursuing the highest peak of martial arts...!"

"Yes, yes, you are the most noble." Chen Yuan was too lazy to pay attention to this self-proclaimed late-stage secondary disease patient. He put the "thunder stick" on his shoulders, raised his head and said, "After talking for so long, why don't you hit me? Don't hit me.

Let them change my opponent."

"beat!"

He Lianchong pointed the dagger forward and said with a ferocious expression: "Since you actively seek death, I might as well grant it to you. Today... I will let you experience for yourself the fear of being dominated by the dagger in my palm!"

After saying that, he moved his body and his whole back suddenly bent like a bowstring.

With a strong movement of both feet, the two extremely strong thighs tightened instantly, and the thin body suddenly swayed, turning into an afterimage with a "whoosh", and darted away in the direction of Chen Yuan.

Holding the dagger tightly in his right hand, like a poisonous snake spitting out a message, it stabbed diagonally toward the lower part of Chen Yuan's left rib at an extremely tricky angle.

"Seven Bloody Kills...Mist Shadow Whirlwind Cut!"

"Here I go, why do I suddenly feel like I'm watching a hot-blooded anime from an island country..."

The opponent was extremely fast, so Chen Yuan did not dare to neglect and hurriedly jumped to the side.

He Lianchong seemed to have guessed his intention a long time ago. He said "little trick", twisted his body, and immediately became entangled like a vine.

With a flick of his wrist, the dagger turned sharply and stabbed straight into Chen Yuan's heart with a "chi" sound.

"So fast……!"

Seeing the opponent's killing move, Chen Yuan's expression changed and he turned sideways to avoid it.

Unfortunately, the heart was protected, and the upper left arm received a severe blow from He Lianchong.

The psychic armor cracked with a sound, and a long hole was torn open along with the muscles of his left arm.

Red blood immediately spurted out from the wound and fell onto the ring.

"As expected of an F-level warrior... very powerful."

Chen Yuan gritted his teeth, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and endured the heartbreaking pain in his left arm.

With sharp eyes, he was closely observing He Lianchong's movements while quickly thinking of countermeasures.

The spectators below the boxing ring saw that Chen Yuan was showing signs of retreating and immediately started making noises loudly.

"Chen Yuan, I bought 500,000 yuan to force you to win. If you are so cowardly, I will go up and kill you!"

"If you don't accept it, just do it. I'm afraid of you. Isn't it very cool when you reach G level? But after you go up a level, you will become intimidated?"

"Hahaha... You idiots, I told you that Chen Yuan can't do it a long time ago. You have to fight with small things to win big. Now you know you were wrong."

"He Lianchong, show your strength and stab him to death!"

At the same time, on the booth in the center, except for Mr. Hong, the other big guys looked proud.

"What am I talking about? What am I talking about?" Boss Tang poured a sip of wine down his throat and laughed loudly: "That boy Chen Yuan was so arrogant at the G level. When he met the F level, he even

I don’t even know how I died!”

"Hahaha, Mr. Tang's vision is really vicious. It seems that in this game... you are sure to make a profit without losing anything?" Old Ghost Hu leaned back on the sofa, took a puff of his cigar, looked at Mr. Hong, and said slowly

: "But having said that, the 'Blackwood Town' gambling arena has been in operation for so many years, and there has never been a G-class person who can beat an F-class one. Mr. Hong, I'm afraid you're going to lose this one."

As soon as they finished speaking, several other big guys immediately responded.

Mr. Hong sipped the red wine from the glass and said with a faint smile: "If you want to play with it, you can play with it. It doesn't matter, it's only two million. If you lose, just treat it as money to treat everyone to a show of fun."

He glanced at Boss Tang and said with a smile: "Besides, I won the money from Boss Tang, and he doesn't even feel bad about it. Why should I feel bad about it?"

"I'll mess with your uncle...ahem..."

Boss Tang took a sip of wine and choked it down his throat, almost coughing out tears.

Seeing his kindness, the big guys next to him also started laughing with gloating.

"Just kidding," Mr. Hong put down his wine glass and said with a smile: "The gambling battle has just begun. Everyone, please be patient. Chen Yuan is a very thief. It's hard to say whether he will win or lose until the last moment. Let's not watch the game.

Yu, when it’s time to eat, when it’s time to drink, we’ll see.”

After saying that, he turned to the boxing ring, his eyes were gloomy, and he said secretly: "Although it is not easy to challenge the next level, it is not impossible for ancient warriors. If Chen Yuan can win the opponent, it is his fate. If he dies on the stage, you can't blame me."

, I can only blame that fool Long Kun for making a mistake."

On top of the boxing ring.

He Lianchong succeeded with one blow, turned around slowly, stuck out his tongue to lick the blood from the dagger, and said with an evil smile: "Jie Jie... boy, how does it feel to be bitten by the 'Poisonous Dragon Dagger'? If it wasn't allowed in the gambling fight,

If you quench the poison on the weapon, your kid will be dead now."

"Noisy."

Chen Yuan pulled off a piece of cloth from his unlined clothes, briefly bandaged the wound, carried the "Thunder Stick", raised his head and said, "Let me ask you, am I dead now?"

"Not yet, but..."

"If you're not dead, keep fighting. Don't talk nonsense."

"What the hell..." He Lianchong was obviously irritated, and he laughed angrily: "Okay, over the years, there are not many people who are worthy of letting me use my full strength. You are just one of them. Next... let me

You have seen the true strength of an F-class warrior!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his shirt was ripped off with a hiss, revealing a body of strong muscles covered with scars.
To be continued...