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The underground boxing arena in the east of Nanning City looked like a dilapidated small room. It was only about 30 square meters. However, there was a secret hidden in this small room.    

    

It could be said that this room was just a narrow passage. The real luxurious scene was underground. After passing through the small room, the elevator slowly led to the underground.    

    

At this moment, everyone present was immersed in the joy and could not extricate themselves. On the arena, two young people were using primitive fighting techniques to fight. This scene was dripping with blood, but it aroused the desire of everyone present. They all shouted: "Hit him! I bet 300,000 on you! Beat him up!"    

    

"Use your legs! How come you don't know how to dodge? Do you know how to fight? "    

    

" I think he's going to lose again! "    

    

At this moment, there was a hubbub of voices. There was even a place that specialized in gambling. However, at this moment, a young man with a delicate and pretty face slowly walked into the casino. However, he did not place a bet. He carefully sized up the people around him. Behind him was a middle-aged man. This middle-aged man was Zuo Yuan.    

    

At this moment, Zuo Yuan looked extremely unhappy. Although he had been to such an occasion before, he had never come alone. He really didn't know how an ordinary person like Chu Feng could have such courage. He actually dared to barge into this place alone. Did he want to die?    

    

At this time, there was also a bloody match on the arena. It was said that one of the fighters was here to challenge the arena. He had won 32 matches in a row, and he didn't look tired at all.    

    

"I'm telling you, you must be right to bet with me."    

    

"Do you know who this kid is? Let me tell you, he is the descendant of the Octupole Fist. He came here to challenge a 100 win streak."    

    

"I heard that a 100 win streak has a reward of 30 million. I don't know how lucky he is! "    

    

"I'm telling you, you have to believe me. Don't place the next few bets. If we place our bets like this, boxing arena will also lose a lot of money. Although the ratio isn't too high, if we place too many bets, boxing arena will also lose a lot. I don't think it will be easy for him to win the next match."    

    

At this moment, on the boxing stage, there was a handsome and muscular man who was known as the Boxing King. He was wearing a cloak and a mask that symbolized the Octupole Fist on his face. A trace of killing intent burst out from his eyes.    

    

The few people who had fought with him before were all the participants of the underground boxing arena. These people who had never learned the skill of Lady Gonggong only relied on brute force.    

    

That was why those contestants were beaten until they vomited blood. However, he also knew the rules of the boxing arena. If he continued to win, perhaps the boxing arena would invite true experts to deal with him.    

    

But so what? He had learned a set of martial arts. He wanted to test how powerful his martial arts was. If his martial arts could not bring him any benefits, wouldn't it be a waste for him to learn it?    

    

At this moment, a middle-aged man slowly walked in front of the Boxing King. The middle-aged man was holding a box in his hand. The box looked heavy. The middle-aged man walked in front of the Boxing King and said in a low voice, "Sir, this is given to you by our boss. Here is one million. Please stop."    

    

At this moment, the corner of the Boxing King's mouth curled into a disdainful smile. He proudly said, "I don't want this one million. Tell your boss that I am here to challenge you."