He slowly put it in his own mouth, took a puff, and then blew the smoke into the boss's face.
"I believe I am qualified."
How arrogant!
The bodyguards behind him immediately clenched their fists and were about to charge forward.
The boss stopped them just in time.
For a foreigner to come here alone to cause trouble, saying it was just for fun, he wouldn't believe it even if he were beaten to death.
There was definitely a purpose.
And this kid's courage and appearance were both unusual.
The boss became very interested in him.
"I'll give you one minute to give me a clear explanation. Otherwise, I'll have these weaklings combine forces to take off your hands and feet for me to drink with."
"Speak. What is it that you want me to come out for?"
Zhan Bei Jue offered the cigar back to him. After the boss took it, he nodded at him.
This time, he used a respectful tone.
"I do have something to say to you. But I prefer to speak with strength."
"Give me a chance to show you, and we'll talk after you've seen it."
Soon, Zhan Bei Jue and Min Er were led into the venue by a group of people.
In the center of the venue was a circular competition platform. The lights around it were dim, and rows upon rows of audience seats were packed with people, a sea of them.
As soon as they entered, a wave of heat hit them.
Accompanied by deafening cheers and shouts, Zhan Bei Jue saw two boxers sweating profusely on the stage.
Europeans have a genetic advantage; their physique is naturally larger than Asians.
Professional fighters are even more carefully selected. Their height, muscles, and abilities are all superior to ordinary people.
According to Zhan Bei Jue's observation, the two people confronting each other on the stage were at least two meters tall and weighed around 200 jin.
They were definitely different from the weaklings at the entrance and would be difficult to deal with.
But since he had already entered, there was no turning back. He had to go through with it even if he had to grit his teeth.
As the boss entered, a staff member immediately came up to him.
He turned his head and instructed the staff member in a few words, then asked Zhan Bei Jue.
"Have you made up your mind? You have to sign a waiver of life and death before going up. No one will go easy on you. It's possible today will be your last..."
"I understand."
"Then go with him."
Zhan Bei Jue was about to follow.
Min Er reached out and grabbed him.
"A Shen, are you crazy? Your injuries have just healed. How can you be their opponent? Are you trying to die?"
"It's okay. I'll be back soon."
Zhan Bei Jue turned his head and said to the boss.
"Give her a seat where she can see me."
Min Er was led by a staff member to the first row of the audience seats.
She was surrounded by strangers who were completely engrossed and excited to the point of madness.
In the crowd, she stared at the stage, trembling with nervousness.
Soon, a round ended, and the referee announced the winner.
The winner's hands were raised high by the referee, and everyone applauded and cheered for him.
The loser, dazed and beaten, lay on the ground for a long time before being carried away.
Min Er felt her heart about to jump out of her chest.
If she had known Zhan Bei Jue was coming here to die,
She would have been better off not saving him in the first place!
After a short intermission, the host went up and made an announcement.
"We have a new contender in the arena tonight. It's said that he's not convinced by any of our past Demon Kings, and tonight he will challenge and win five matches in a row."
"Who is it? Hurry up and place your bets! The mystery will be revealed soon. Let's wait and see!"
The people around them started guessing.
Could it be that the boss had poached a new fighter from another boxing gym?
Could it be the one they had been waiting for?
At this moment, the lights shone on the fighter's entrance.
Zhan Bei Jue, wearing red gloves and a black robe, appeared under the spotlight.
Seeing that he was a yellow-skinned person with a shorter stature and build, the audience immediately booed.
"What? Are you kidding us? Is there really no one else available? Why did you bring this thing?"
"Is this some kind of foul play? Do you want Chris to win tonight by default? I should have bet on Chris!"
But some people also speculated that he might be very skilled.
"Where is this person from? Could he be Chinese? I heard that every Chinese person knows kung fu. Could he be as good as Bruce Lee?"
In any case, the anticipation was at its peak.
The spotlight shone on Zhan Bei Jue for five seconds, then shifted to the blue corner fighter.
A man named Chris, as massive and sturdy as Shrek.
The audience roared.
"Let's start quickly! Let us see how Chris KOs this little novice!"
Zhan Bei Jue walked onto the stage, ignoring the various voices.
Soon, the referee announced the rules, had them shake hands, and blew the whistle.
Before Zhan Bei Jue could even initiate an attack, the giant on the opposite side threw a punch directly at him.
Fortunately, his movements were more agile.
With a technique of using an opponent's momentum against them, he retreated slightly, causing the opponent not only to miss the punch but also to lunge forward due to inertia.
The intensity of the opening immediately set the audience ablaze.
"Go, Chris! KO this little novice! I'm rooting for you!"
"Go, go!"
Min Er was so nervous that she was almost digging into the flesh of her palms.
Zhan Bei Jue looked incredibly small and weak in front of the man.
However, he was so agile.
As soon as Chris lunged forward, Zhan Bei Jue immediately retreated several steps.
As if possessing qinggong, he gained momentum and delivered a flying kick, striking Chris on the back of his head.
Before Chris could even turn around, he flashed to the side and kicked his left calf.
In short, Zhan Bei Jue amazed everyone.
This seemingly weak individual was far more formidable than they had imagined.
In fact, after five matches, he wasn't hit by any of these giants, directly becoming the strongest war god of the night!
The matches ended, and the crowd lingered, reluctant to leave.
They clamored, asking the host if he was Chinese.
"Bringing in a Chinese person who knows kung fu, isn't that clearly bullying?"
"But we quite enjoyed it. Will he be appearing every night from now on?"
The host left them in suspense, saying to wait and see, and then the venue dispersed.
Min Er was led by a staff member backstage, where she saw Zhan Bei Jue, drenched in sweat.
"Are you alright?"
Her heart was still pounding.
Zhan Bei Jue shook his head while taking off his black robe. He had fought five matches and was exhausted.
At this moment, he couldn't utter a single word.
As soon as he changed his clothes, the boss, followed by a group of bodyguards, walked in slowly.
He applauded as he walked, his eyes filled with admiration.
"You've indeed got some skills, no wonder you're so arrogant. I like that."
"Speak. I want to sign you as a professional fighter. How much do you want me to offer you?"
He assumed Zhan Bei Jue was after a professional career and had come to him for a living, so he had already had a contract drafted.
However, Zhan Bei Jue didn't even glance at the contract.
"I'm not here to discuss that with you."
"Oh?"
The boss couldn't fathom what he was here for.
Zhan Bei Jue wiped his hair.
"Let's go somewhere else, sit down, and we can talk slowly."