The Polar Bear strode forward, his steps making the very stage seem to tremble.
He opened his great maw, revealing a ferocious grin.
Then, he extended his hand and brought it down on Chen Fan’s head.
With a height of over two meters, his outstretched palm was as large as a fan. At this moment, it looked capable of shattering stone.
Chen Fan finally moved, sidestepping and unleashing a kick at the Polar Bear’s knee.
The Polar Bear neither dodged nor blocked. With a *thwack*, he merely staggered back a step.
His physique was incredibly explosive, just like his codename, like a true polar bear.
Repelled by Chen Fan’s kick, the Polar Bear felt his dignity wounded. He let out a roar, lunged forward, and his fist slammed down fiercely.
Pure physical power tore through the air, emitting a series of explosive sounds.
However, Chen Fan made a nimble shift and evaded it.
The punch landed on the guardrail, causing the inflatable barrier to burst.
Screams erupted from below the stage.
“Kill him!”
“Tear him to shreds!”
“Polar Bear, Polar Bear!”
“…”
Thousands of men and women cheered excitedly. Regardless of their lavish attire, they were now gamblers with bloodshot eyes.
His punch missing, the Polar Bear’s massive body spun, and he lunged directly at Chen Fan.
Chen Fan’s expression remained calm. He suddenly punched out.
This was exactly what the Polar Bear intended. He bared his teeth, opened his large hand, and grabbed at Chen Fan’s fist, catching it squarely.
He grinned, revealing a sneer.
But in the next instant, his eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at their colliding palms.
An irresistible force surged through his palm, causing his body to convulse violently.
*Crack, crack*. Under the sharp and potent shockwave of power, his arm vibrated incessantly. His bones began to crack, and his flesh and veins exploded under the impact of the internal energy.
For a moment, his right arm appeared unharmed, but in reality, it was already crippled.
The intense pain caused him to emit a gruesome howl.
Yet, given his physique and expression, the audience below all believed he was roaring… this was the Polar Bear’s usual style.
The crowd became even more excited, cheering for the Polar Bear.
Chen Fan retracted his hand, moving like a phantom, and delivered kick after kick to the Polar Bear’s calves and knees.
He shifted his position, circling the Polar Bear.
The Polar Bear was drenched in sweat, his eyes no longer arrogant and ferocious, but filled with fear.
And most people continued to shout incessantly, urging the Polar Bear to finish Chen Fan.
In private box number eleven, a young man stood by the window, watching the fight on stage with a peculiar glint in his eyes.
Beside him stood a robust elder, also observing the scene.
“Master Zong, what do you think of this Ghost Chariot?”
“He’s a master, at least at the peak of internal energy. This Polar Bear is no match for him at all.”
Master Zong spoke with a grave expression.
“Do you have a chance?” the young man asked.
“Based on the strength he’s shown so far, I could kill him in three moves. But I suspect his strength might be greater.”
Master Zong said.
“You have ample time to observe.”
The young man smiled and added, “This is only the first match of the ten-win streak.”
A hint of greed flickered in his eyes.
In this underground boxing arena, it was commonplace for patrons to bring fighters to gamble. It also involved the resolution of grudges between various families and powers.
When the odds weren't great, they would often bring a fighter to participate, winning money by betting on them.
And some major families and powers would bring their own experts for duels, betting against each other with stakes ranging from tens of millions to hundreds of millions.
With the organizers acting as intermediaries, these wagers depended entirely on skill. The winner not only gained immense profit but also earned respect, their status in the underworld soaring, attracting the favor and cooperation of many influential figures.
Therefore, this underground arena was more than just a place for gambling; it involved too many vested interests, too many entanglements between forces, and the ebb and flow of power.
He hadn't yet chosen a betting target for this outing, but if he played his cards right, he could make a name for himself and gain renown.
Meanwhile, in private box number three, a woman with stunning beauty, clad in a striking red trench coat, swirled her glass of red wine and gazed at the boxing ring.
When she saw Chen Fan break the Polar Bear’s arm with a single punch, her beautiful eyes lit up. She smiled and said, “Quite interesting. Grandma Yu, investigate this person’s background.”
“Yes, Young Miss!” In the private box, an old woman took out her phone and began dialing.
“A ten-win streak… Ji Cang and Chu Qing won’t tolerate someone suddenly appearing and taking the ten-win streak. However, the more this happens, the more amusing it becomes.”
She commanded, “Green Bamboo, go place a bet for this Ghost Chariot to win ten consecutive matches. Don’t bet too much, just ten million!”
“Young Miss?” a maid-like woman exclaimed in surprise. “Didn’t you say the organizers wouldn’t allow that Ghost Chariot to achieve ten consecutive wins?”
“It’s for fun,”
The woman in red chuckled. “Ten million is just ten million. If we win, it will be two hundred and ten million. The probability is low, but we might as well join the excitement.”
“Alright, as long as you are happy.” Green Bamboo agreed, picking up a specially made communicator to place the bet.
And in the backstage area of the arena, in a spacious room, numerous fighters sat, each appearing arrogant and somber, unapproachable.
Their gazes were fixed on Chen Fan’s figure displayed on the backstage screen.
Many revealed mocking smiles and cold killing intent.
Though they each had their own agendas and belonged to different boxing managers, in certain respects, their stance was the same.
They were all fighters nurtured by the organizers.
When there were no external fighters, they would battle each other, showing no mercy.
But when an outside fighter challenged their turf, their task became identical: to eliminate the incoming fighter.
And Chen Fan, at this moment, was the outsider fighter in their eyes.
In a private lounge, a youth, thin but with unusually long arms, wearing a tight-fitting scarlet tank top, watched the screen and grinned.
“In this day and age, any Tom, Dick, or Harry dares to challenge for a winning streak?
“A mere Polar Bear, who can be blown away with one punch, yet he dragged it out this long. Does he really think the Ghost Market arena is a playground?”
“This guy’s strength must be more than this.”
Behind the youth, a charming middle-aged woman, with a doting smile, massaged his shoulders and said, “Any fighter who steps onto the stage must have some hidden skills. Qilin, don’t be careless.”
“I knew you’d say that, Aunt Mei.”
Qilin shook his head and replied, “This kind of trash isn’t worth the effort. My opponent has always been Greedy Wolf. Aunt Mei, when can I have a match with Greedy Wolf?”
“You cannot!”
Aunt Mei stroked Qilin’s chest and said, “You and Greedy Wolf are the aces of the arena. Master Qing won’t allow you to fight each other.”
“That’s truly tedious.”
Qilin said with displeasure.
“You should know that every time a fight opens, there will be external experts. The arena must have someone capable of handling them.”
Qilin pouted, watching the Polar Bear fall on the screen, completely unfazed.
Chen Fan continued to kick the Polar Bear’s knees and calves. The latter’s massive body could no longer support itself and collapsed to the ground.
The first match was over.