"Is that so?"
Chen Fan's eyes were cold.
A killing intent suddenly surged.
Since the challenge for ten consecutive victories, this was the first time he had revealed such a fierce, surging killing intent.
The killing intent was as if it had substance, shrouding Guo Songnian.
Guo Songnian's evasive movements slightly faltered, and a hint of unease welled up in his eyes.
The Ten Fragrance Soft Muscle Powder was not a rare poison, but it was very effective.
His strength was indeed inferior to the previous Greed Wolf, but the role he played was even greater than Greed Wolf's.
Greed Wolf's interception of Chen Fan earlier had only caused Chen Fan minor, insignificant injuries. But by bringing the Ten Fragrance Soft Muscle Powder into the arena, he could ensure Chen Fan's defeat in the next two matches after being poisoned!
He quickly distanced himself from Chen Fan, intending to stall for a while longer before conceding.
In such underground black boxing, there was no such thing as conceding.
But the rules were decided by the organizers. As long as he conceded, the organizers would forcibly terminate this eighth match.
But just then, his vision blurred, and he suddenly lost track of Chen Fan.
Guo Songnian's expression changed, and he quickly turned around.
Chen Fan's figure flashed before his eyes and he was already close.
How could he be so fast?
Guo Songnian's expression greatly shook, and he raised his hands to push forward.
However, Chen Fan did not dodge.
With a thud, Guo Songnian's palms landed on Chen Fan's body.
Inner energy surged outward.
Before he could feel joy, Chen Fan's palm had already extended, forcefully resisting his inner energy, and grabbed his neck.
Guo Songnian retreated rapidly.
But he heard a cracking sound.
A large hand pulled out his throat bone, shattering it into pieces.
Blood spurted out, and Guo Songnian could not believe it: "You... have been hiding your strength..."
As soon as the sound came out, it turned into a silent whimper due to the destruction of his throat.
Endless regret surged in his heart.
The act of poisoning had angered Chen Fan, causing him to lose his chance to survive.
After all, Chen Fan had not used lethal force in the previous seven matches, and had never killed his opponents.
And he had become the first victim!
Cheers erupted from the crowd below, with more and more gamblers who had bet on Chen Fan's ten consecutive victories shouting wildly, excited and trembling at the impending ten consecutive wins.
Some bold women unbuttoned their blouses, shouting "Ghost Chariot's" name, saying they wished to spend the night with him.
Zhao Quan looked at Chen Fan standing on the stage, speechless.
A sense of emotion appeared in Han Wei's eyes as she said, "He won again!"
Zhao Quan said, "He was poisoned."
"Huh?"
Han Wei was stunned, "What do you mean?"
"This boxing arena will not tolerate such a winning streak, so they will resort to underhanded tactics!"
"What do you mean?"
Han Wei was clearly not very familiar with these sinister methods.
"The boxing arena employs some unusual individuals. For example, those skilled in poisons or experts in hidden weapons!"
Zhao Quan, as an official in the boxing world, was well aware of many things. He sighed and said, "Similar situations have occurred. When some ignorant experts come to challenge the arena, poison is used!"
"Are you saying that person poisoned Chen Tianjiao?" Han Wei's expression changed. "Chen Tianjiao didn't even drink water, how could he be poisoned?"
"A volatile poison, smeared on his body during the fight. As they exchanged blows, he unknowingly inhaled a lot of it. If I'm not mistaken, it was the Ten Fragrance Soft Muscle Powder. Chen Tianjiao can still fight, but his breathing will become erratic, and his strength will be greatly reduced!"
"Shameless!"
Han Wei was extremely angry.
Given her status, she had witnessed many dirty deeds within the police system and would not usually be so enraged.
But for some reason, she was particularly irritable this time.
Zhao Quan said, "There are still two more matches, which will be particularly dangerous. Even if Chen Tianjiao is the Undefeated Heavenly King, I'm afraid he won't be able to walk off the stage alive!"
As he said this, the next boxer walked onto the stage.
His code name was Xuanwu!
Such a code name itself indicated his extraordinary nature.
The one who entered the stage was a burly man in his forties, wearing a white practice uniform, exuding a deep and profound aura.
In the number eleven private room.
"Young Master Qing, you owe me a favor!"
The one speaking was a handsome young man with a hint of flippancy.
He put his arm around a female companion and smiled as he spoke to Chu Qing, who was standing by the window.
"Young Master Hang, your family also has shares in this underground boxing arena, so why speak of owing me a favor?" Chu Qing looked at the impending fight and said, "If your Master Zong can kill Chen Tianjiao, two-tenths of the accumulated five hundred million bet will be your and Master Zong's reward!"
Young Master Hang said nonchalantly, "That would be most appreciated!"
Two-tenths of five hundred million was still one hundred million, so it was better to take the money than not.
Generally speaking, even if he sent Master Zong to compete against someone, the stake would only be around one hundred million.
Of course, he had also bet fifty million heavily on Master Zong this time. With odds of one to four, he could earn two hundred million.
As long as Master Zong won this match, he would earn three hundred million tonight.
This money came so fast, much faster than ordinary business investments.
This was precisely the charm of underground black boxing!
"Let alone the fact that Chen Tianjiao is poisoned, even if he wasn't, with his late-stage Huajin strength, it's not a problem for Master Zong to defeat him."
"He has fought eight consecutive matches, and his stamina and inner energy consumption are immense. Master Zong was bound to win!"
"Let's hope so!"
Chu Qing was not as optimistic. As the general manager of the boxing arena, he was very rational and clear-headed.
However, even if Zong Yiming of Baji Quan lost, he still had a backup plan, which was... the Martial Arts Grandmaster!
At the same time, in the backstage private room, which was not open to the public, several people pushed the door open and entered.
In the private room, Ji Chang shook his head and sighed, "What a pity about Guo Songnian, a master from the Changbaishan school of boxing. It's a shame he's lost tonight!"
"But that Ghost Chariot must have been poisoned!"
"If Zong Yiming doesn't kill this Chen Tianjiao, make some arrangements to ensure he doesn't leave Ghost City alive," Ji Chang narrowed his eyes and said.
"Little Chang is becoming more and more mature."
Among those who entered, a middle-aged man spoke with a smile to the person beside him.
This person was wearing a green long gown, was slender, and his aura was unfathomable.
"It's far from enough. There's still much to learn from Chu Qing."
The middle-aged man was next to another middle-aged man in a suit, who possessed an extraordinary demeanor and an imposing presence.
Compared to the deep and restrained aura of the man in the green gown, this man's presence was domineering, and his gaze was like lightning.
Ji Chang turned his head, his face lit up with surprise, and he exclaimed, "Dad, Uncle Zhuo, you're here?"
"If we didn't come to see, we wouldn't know you've orchestrated such a thing, challenging for ten consecutive victories. If it fails, the losses will be immense!"
Ji Chang said with a wry smile, "Dad, this wasn't my arrangement, it was Uncle Chu's arrangement!"
He then looked at the man in the green gown and said, "Uncle Zhuo, we'll have to trouble you to cover for us this time!"
Uncle Zhuo nodded and looked at the several large screens here, "What's his background?"
"The legitimate young master of the Chen family in the capital, the undefeated heavenly king of the military, Chen Tianjiao!" Ji Chang said.
As soon as these words were spoken, Ji Cang and Ba Zhu exchanged glances.
"Call your Uncle Chu over."
Ji Cang's face darkened, and he let out a hum.
The imposing aura of Ningnan's magnate and Martial Arts Grandmaster was fully displayed, causing even his son Ji Chang to shiver slightly. He quickly took out a special mobile phone and sent a message to Chu Qing.