Amidst the clamor and roars of all the gamblers, another fight began.
Chen Fan's expression turned solemn.
Each punch and kick was filled with killing intent, his internal energy exploding, blending hardness with softness.
*Bang bang bang.*
After repeated collisions, neither man could gain the upper hand.
"While literature can bring peace to the land, martial arts establish dominance."
Zong Yiming hailed from the Eight Extremities Fist sect, his punches and palms unstoppable. He wielded the grand and minor forms of Eight Extremities, along with various other styles, with effortless grace.
Any eruption of his fist's power possessed the might to crack stone and split the earth, imbued with the strength of dragons and elephants.
Chen Fan parried each blow and found himself at a disadvantage.
Indeed, the Eight Extremities martial art was no ordinary discipline, possessing fierce speed and formidable power.
"Is that all?"
After a series of collisions, seeing Chen Fan barely able to defend himself, Zong Yiming sneered. He lunged forward, parried Chen Fan's punch, and then drove his shoulder into him.
The Eight Extremities' "Mountain-Leaning Shoulder," a move rumored to topple mountains.
Chen Fan retreated rapidly, his palm pressing forward, a surge of immense force shaking his body.
"Die!"
Zong Yiming roared, his long arms swinging, a knee driving towards Chen Fan.
The Eight Extremities' "Deadly Hand," Chang'e Flying to the Moon!
Chen Fan shifted his position and blocked. Zong Yiming, seizing the advantage, reached for the back of Chen Fan's head.
His internal energy erupted, aiming directly for Chen Fan's cervical spine.
The Eight Extremities' "Deadly Hand," Plucking a Melon from Behind the Head.
The wind from his palm was sharp and fierce.
If this strike had landed, it could have wrenched off a person's head.
At the critical moment, Chen Fan's head tilted, and he blocked with his elbow.
However, caught off guard, he was still sent staggering backward.
The effects of the Ten Fragrance Soft Muscle Powder became apparent at this moment, making Chen Fan seem overwhelmed.
The noise from below the stage had weakened considerably, and many gamblers who had placed heavy bets on Chen Fan looked tense and uneasy.
It seemed Chen Fan's momentum had indeed waned.
Inside a private room backstage.
Chu Qing entered the room and, upon seeing Ji Cang and Ba Zhuo, felt a sense of relief rather than nervousness. He bowed respectfully, "Master Cang, Master Zhuo!"
Both of them were Grandmasters of martial arts.
Ji Cang was a magnate of Ning San Province, a martial arts Grandmaster, with immense influence in both legitimate and shadowy circles, considered the "King of Ningnan"!
As for Ba Zhuo, he was Ji Cang's close friend and also a martial arts Grandmaster, hailing from the mysterious Black Water sect.
These two were the foundation and reliance of the Ghost Market.
The reason the GuanKou Ghost Market could exist, raking in fortunes daily, yet no one dared to lay claim to it, was precisely because of these two men.
Especially Ba Zhuo, the ultimate guardian of the underground boxing ring; anyone who dared to disrupt the venue would not leave alive in his presence.
Ji Cang and Ba Zhuo shifted their gaze from the screen to Chu Qing.
"The Undefeated Heavenly King Chen Tianjiao? How did he get onto the stage?" Ji Cang asked.
"Chen Tianjiao came to investigate something, found Xiao Ba, and wanted to take Xiao Ba away."
Chu Qing said gravely, "He injured someone in the process, so I set a condition: if he wins ten consecutive matches, he can take Xiao Ba."
"You have always valued Xiao Ba, I couldn't let Xiao Ba go to his death!"
Ji Cang fell silent upon hearing this.
Zhao Quan was someone he had personally saved. As the King of Ningnan, he had naturally investigated the troubles behind Zhao Quan and knew quite a bit.
This was due to a brief encounter he had with Zhao Quan's father.
As Chu Qing said, if Zhao Quan left the Ghost Market, his life would be in constant danger.
Those people, out of respect for Ji Cang, were already refraining from killing Zhao Quan within the Ghost Market. But the moment Zhao Quan stepped half a pace outside, those people would strike.
Ji Cang became the King of Ningnan not solely through his martial arts prowess, but more so through his generosity and his actions to win over people, which allowed him to gather many talents and build his empire.
Zhao Quan was quite capable and had provided him with much assistance in managing this underground boxing ring, making him someone he valued.
He stared at the screen and said, "Brother Ba Zhuo, when you step onto the stage, do not take Chen Tianjiao's life!"
After much deliberation, he had made his decision, also considering Chen Fan's identity.
This was no longer about Zhao Quan being taken away; it was about preventing Chen Fan from achieving ten consecutive victories.
However, he also had to consider and take into account Chen Fan's background and identity.
Ba Zhuo smiled and said, "Brother, you worry too much!"
"Can't be helped," Ji Cang chuckled. "The title 'King of Ningnan' sounds impressive, but it's also hard to bear. To spare Chen Tianjiao's life is already the utmost benevolence. This underground world, after all, is no place for an undefeated heavenly king to roam!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the situation displayed on the screen had drastically changed.
Under Zong Yiming's relentless pressure, Chen Fan suddenly took a step forward.
An endless aura of killing intent surged, transforming into substance and engulfing the boxing ring.
Chen Fan, his face cold, was like a god of death from the depths of hell, his fearsome killing intent like a vast ocean.
The Eight Extremities' style of fighting was described as painting on a wall, and Zong Yiming's fierce and explosive punches suddenly faltered.
In that instant, Chen Fan threw a seemingly ordinary punch.
It was a commonplace military boxing technique, but upon striking Zong Yiming's fist, it was destructive and unstoppable.
It was as if a sharp blade had penetrated enemy territory and beheaded the enemy general.
Zong Yiming's expression changed dramatically. He retreated rapidly to defend himself.
But it was futile. As the ordinary punch landed, accompanied by the *crackling* sound of bones breaking, Zong Yiming staggered back, emitting a cough.
Amidst the violent coughing, a mass of flesh and blood was expelled.
He stared at Chen Fan in disbelief, collapsing onto the stage.
The gamblers below the stage fell silent for a moment, then erupted in a deafening roar.
"Ghost Chariot!"
"Ghost Chariot is invincible!"
"Invincible..."
With this wave of ten consecutive victories, more and more people who had bet on Chen Fan to win found themselves completely frenzied at this moment.
Many gamblers rushed to the base of the stage, waving at Chen Fan with fervent adoration in their eyes.
Some women took out their undergarments and waved them, screaming with flushed faces.
Chen Fan let out a long breath, yet his expression remained calm.
The effect of the Ten Fragrance Soft Muscle Powder was still present, but after this match, its influence on him was no longer as significant.
After all, a medicine that acted through scent was not as miraculous as in novels; the rate of respiration and metabolism was quite fast.
In private room number eleven, Young Master Hang slapped the woman beside him to the ground, then hurled the cup he was holding, his face turning ashen.
"Useless! You boasted so much, fighting while suppressing your opponent, only to be turned around?"
He kicked the coffee table in frustration, his face contorted in a savage expression.
Zong Yiming's loss meant not only the forfeiture of three hundred million yuan, which he considered his for the taking, but also his fifty million yuan bet.
This match had cost him dearly!
Furthermore, Zong Yiming was seriously injured and would likely be unable to fight anymore.
For someone of his status, a powerful fighter was like a money tree.
Now, it was all destroyed!
In contrast, in another private room, a woman in red swirled her wine glass, a smile gracing her lips.
"He truly didn't disappoint me. Grandma, is it true that he is the Undefeated Heavenly King?"
"It was revealed by people from Ji Chang's side. It should be accurate!"
The woman in red chuckled, "The Undefeated Heavenly King is indeed no ordinary person."
"There's only one match left. For this one, Chu Qing must be inviting a martial arts Grandmaster, right?"
"A martial arts Grandmaster?" Lü Zhu's expression was startled. "Miss, then isn't this Ghost Chariot destined to lose?"
"What if there's a miracle?"
The woman in red said nonchalantly, "Ten million is not much. If I win, then I'll have made a huge profit!"
"This Undefeated Heavenly King..."
The woman in red narrowed her eyes, as if thinking of something, and said, "Perhaps he can bring even more surprises."