At seven o'clock in the evening, Lin Feng arrived at the No. 4 locker room designated by Taihong on time and slowly pushed open the door. He found that Taihong was standing in the locker room with his back facing him.

"You're very on time." Taihong looked at his watch and smiled slightly.

"Stop talking nonsense. Where is my opponent?" Lin Feng covered his face under his hood and said coldly.

"Your opponent is already waiting for you. We agreed in advance... This guy is not as fragile as Ba Duan. He is a famous boxing force, but according to our agreement, you must win this game, otherwise..." Taihong snorted coldly without trust.

"Haha." Lin Feng sneered. "How many seconds do you want to see him fall down?"

Taihong snorted lightly and shook his head:

"Do you seem to be quite confident? Then, let the audience enjoy more fun, let him stay in the ring for a minute, and then send him down..."

After saying that, Taihong turned around and left.

In the dim lounge, Lin Feng sat for twenty minutes. When he heard the host's loud voice calling his name, he took off the towel on his head and threw it aside, slowly stood up, and strode towards the exit of the lounge...

Applause, cheers, and lights shining. Walking out of the exit of the lounge, everything slowly unfolded in front of Lin Feng like a painting.

Lin Feng has seen too many such scenes. However, this is the first time Lin Feng has participated in this stupid competition of fighting each other for money. Lin Feng has seen many duels before, but none of them are as fanatical and obsessed as the audience here. This is the real hell that gathers violence, greed, cruelty, and coldness. It is a real hell that Lin Feng has never seen in his previous life. And this hell is the reality of the survival of most lower-class people...

The ground here is a hard ground that does not protect the contestants at all, with anti-slip sand on it, but falling on it will only cause greater damage. The opponent has already stood on the sand. This is a giant over two meters tall. He looked down at Lin Feng like a diamond, panting, and like a wild beast, ready to pounce on and tear Lin Feng to pieces at any time. Most of the cheers from the audience were given to the giant...

"Let's take a look at this giant from Mongolia!!! He is an unprecedented heavyweight player. From Mongolia to China, from Central Asia to West Asia, he has never lost. He has maintained a record of 83 games, 80 wins and 3 draws!!! His tall body can make him invincible. Who can defeat him? He is Surile!!!"

"roar!!!"

The giant took a step forward and yelled to the sky. The ring was so shocked that the terrifying formation scared some timid audiences before the show even started. Everyone couldn't help but feel sorry for the guy who was about to fight with the giant.

"Hey. Didn't you say that this game will be won by Zhang's surname, but this guy obviously cannot lose. If Zhang's surname loses, it will be difficult for him to bet even more." Seeing this, Maori turned his head and frowned at Taihong.

"Don't worry. That kid won't let you down. This time we deliberately lose, and we can only catch big fish with a long line. Of course, if we win, there is nothing we can do. Just stop as you see the good. In short, today's bet must be as small as possible..." Taihong said with a low ear.

"Um."

Maori nodded and smiled at Boss Zhang:

"Boss Zhang. Then I will bet 500,000 baht on him."

Boss Zhang snorted and said:

"This is not like your style, Mr. Maori. Since he is the one you like, why do you have to be so small?"

Maori smiled slightly and said:

"Isn't Xia Lin on your side also a very powerful character? I don't necessarily lose to him, so I'm not going to play too big today. Why? Could it be that Boss Zhang is very confident in that Xia Lin and is going to play bigger?"

"Hmph. I'm not a fool either. He won last time maybe it was luck, so I'm not going to play big today, just like 500,000." Boss Zhang said casually.

"Since that's the case, I'd rather be respectful than follow my orders." Maori smiled slightly, leaned on the back of the chair, and began to suck the clouds with a cigar in his mouth.

"The competition begins!!!"

The host announced the start of the game on the court, and then quickly retreated aside. The gong sounded and the game officially began.

"call……"

Unlike other opponents Lin Feng encountered, the Mongolian Su Rile did not provoke or attack actively, but stood there, looking at Lin Feng coldly. Lin Feng narrowed his eyes and slowly approached Su Rile with small steps. Su Rile was still unmoved and just stood there.

"drink!!!"

Seeing this, Lin Feng tentatively kicked Su Rile in the abdomen, and after being kicked by Lin Feng, Su Rile was still expressionless, as if he was bitten by a mosquito.

"Some more?"

Seeing that Su Rile did not fight back, Lin Feng kicked Su Rile hard under the ribs, but he was still unmoved, as if nothing was going on.

"Dare to underestimate me..."

Lin Feng narrowed his eyes, pushed Su Rile's abdomen with a sudden palm, and shouted:

"Pushing the monument!!!"

A circle of shock waves exploded on Surile's abdomen. Surile's body shook, but did not retreat as Lin Feng expected. Instead, it pounced on like an angry lion, and used his huge divine power to lift Lin Feng up and threw it out...

"Bang!"

Lin Feng only felt that his body was pushed away by a huge wave, and he was thrown away without any fighting back. He quickly used Yan Xing Technique to reduce his weight and landed lightly on the ground, so he did not fall. Seeing this, Su Rile rushed over like a giant bear, with his dull steps, and his footsteps rolling like thunder...

"This monster..."

Lin Feng was dodging rapidly, looking for a suitable attack position, while guarding against Su Rile's attack. Su Rile kicked Lin Feng with a sudden kick, and Lin Feng quickly passed by. Su Rile's kick actually kicked the iron railing, and the broken railing flew out and hit the audience...

"Haha, it's quite awesome." Maori raised his eyebrows.

"Don't hide!!!"

Su Rile roared again, suddenly grabbed the iron railing beside him and pulled it hard. With a loud bang, the entire section of the iron railing was pulled off by Su Rile. Su Rile waved the railing and smashed Lin Feng, completely ignoring the referee's warning. However, this kind of barbaric game could happen in any way...

"die!!!"

Su Rile suddenly raised the railing with both hands and smashed it hard towards Lin Feng. Seeing this, Lin Feng's eyes turned cold and he kicked the railing suddenly, instantly breaking the railing. Su Rile held the broken half of the railing and stabbed Lin Feng's abdomen. Lin Feng dodged away, grabbed the railing with one hand, and pushed it on Su Rile's abdomen with the other, shouting:

"Nine Yang Divine Palm!!!"

"puff--"
Chapter completed!