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Chapter 295 - 290 Underground Boxing Match

Chapter 295: 290 Underground Boxing Match

"Snap."

After the host stepped off the stage, two staff members immediately went to lock the octagon cage.

That’s right.

They were genuinely locking it.

The heavy, bulky padlock created an overly exaggerated visual effect, ratcheting up the tension in the atmosphere.

"Smash it, smash his damn head for me!"

Humanity’s dark and evil side was on full, unrestrained display here.

Some spectators who had bet heavily on the meat grinder were shouting intensely, as if on steroids, extremely agitated.

"Click."

The spotlight shut off.

Leaving only a single beam of light shooting from above.

The sole bright spot, under the watchful eyes of everyone, two men of vastly different builds were about to engage in a life-or-death struggle within the octagon cage.

The meat grinder, with the corner of his mouth upturned in arrogance, gestured provocatively at Tie Xie with a crooked finger—an unmistakable sign of insult, clearly not taking his opponent seriously.

But with his impressive track record, he certainly had the right to be arrogant.

In official boxing matches, these two would never have met, since they weren’t in the same weight class at all. However, in an unrestricted underground boxing match, such rules didn’t exist.

Tie Xie remained unmoved, ignoring the meat grinder’s provocation. His cold gaze locked onto his burly opponent as he slowly moved his feet, seemingly searching for any weakness.

Jiang Chen was laser-focused, not taking his eyes off the action.

This was far more thrilling than any movie.

"What are you waiting for, go on! Kill him!"

Amidst the shouting of the spectators, the meat grinder seemed to lose patience and let out a roar as he suddenly stamped the ground. His hefty body charged like a rabid black bear, barreling towards Tie Xie with formidable momentum.

At the same time, his fists, as large as millstones, clenched and hammered viciously towards Tie Xie’s head.

There were no gloves to soften the blow.

Undoubtedly, if the punch had landed, Tie Xie would have, at the very least, suffered a concussion, if not been killed on the spot.

Jiang Chen involuntarily held his breath.

This was different from watching action films; this was real death at stake.

"Nice!"

"Brilliant!"

The cheers were incessant and explosive.

Tie Xie executed an elegant side step, ducking low and skillfully dodging a potentially lethal blow.

After all, those who dared enter the ring must have some skill.

Missing his target, the meat grinder nearly stumbled due to his imbalanced center of gravity and eventually crashed loudly against the octagon cage.

Here, there was no such thing as falling out of the arena,

either you concede defeat,

or

you are beaten to death.

"Bastard!"

Enraged, the meat grinder slammed the cage, his eyes reddened with murderous intent as he turned and charged at Tie Xie once more.

It was a no-brainer for anyone comparing their strength to see they weren’t in the same league. Tie Xie naturally understood this and wisely chose to play to his agility, dodging the meat grinder’s wild onslaught with quick and nimble movements, keeping the crowd on edge.

"Continuing to dodge like this isn’t the solution. One hit and this fight is over,"

Bai Haoran said, reasoning.

"But he’s got no other choice. Without wearing down that bear’s stamina, he won’t have a sliver of a chance,"

As the saying goes, "initial success, followed by a decline, leading to exhaustion."

Finally.

Tie Xie, who seemed forced into a backbend, took advantage of a missed punch that swept past his face. His body almost parallel to the ground, he supported himself with one hand and, in a move akin to a backflip, he swung his legs up and fiercely kicked at the meat grinder’s jaw.

"Smack!"

The meat grinder staggered backward.

But the difference in size was just too great. Despite creating an opportunity to counter-attack, the blow did not inflict much damage on his opponent. After retreating a few steps, the meat grinder merely shook his neck as if slightly irritated,

Tie Xie probably hadn’t anticipated his opponent being so tough. His expression turned ugly, but he didn’t waste the hard-won opportunity. Pushing off the ground, he took advantage of the meat grinder’s momentary dizziness and lashed out his lean right leg like a drill, aiming for the hairy chest.

"Whoosh!"

Tie Xie’s expression froze.

Because a thick hand had grabbed his ankle. He struggled with all his might, but to no avail; he couldn’t budge an inch.

A grim smile crossed the meat grinder’s face.

"Die!"

He gripped Tie Xie’s leg as if swinging a sandbag, spun half a circle on the spot, and then flung Tie Xie away.

"Bang!!!"

The octagon cage violently shook.

Tie Xie, who had slammed against the cage, collapsed to the ground, his body convulsively writhing in pain, and a gush of crimson blood uncontrollably spewed from his mouth, pushing the atmosphere to a climax!

"Haha, brilliant!"

"That’s it!"

"Kill him!"

Sympathy, pity, compassion... these were considered luxuries here,

This was hell itself, igniting the darkest parts of the human heart, turning everyone who entered this place into devils.

"Young Master Jiang, we’ve lost."

One was down and vomiting blood while the other was closing in, victory and defeat were crystal clear.

Jiang Chen looked at Tie Xie, already resigned to defeat, feeling a bit regretful, but was powerless to change the outcome of the match.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

In the roars that resounded like tidal waves, the meat grinder walked over to Tie Xie, squatted down his bulky frame, grabbed Tie Xie’s hair, and forcefully lifted his head.

"I am invincible! Understand?!"

He spoke in Russian, which Tie Xie certainly couldn’t understand.

Of course.

From his wildly arrogant demeanor, one could guess the gist of it.

"Ptooey!"

Tie Xie spat a mouthful of blood at him without any courtesy.

The meat grinder instinctively closed his eyes as anger flared within him, about to kill his opponent when suddenly his nose felt an excruciating pain.

Tie Xie delivered a headbutt, narrowly escaping from the brink of death. He didn’t have time to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth before he quickly got up. Using his opponent’s own tactics against him, he grabbed the other man’s hair, and at the same time, brought his knee up, sending it fiercely crashing into the Meat Grinder’s face.

"Bang!"

The shift in the situation happened too quickly, as if it was just a split second. Before anyone could react, they saw the Meat Grinder collapse to the ground, his face covered in blood.

Tie Xie, having narrowly escaped death, was unyielding. Aware of his opponent’s abnormal physique, he didn’t dare to slack off and twisted his torso to launch a spinning back kick. His solid heel struck wildly against the Meat Grinder’s temple.

In the dilated pupils of the crowd, the Meat Grinder toppled sideways and crashed to the ground with a thunderous impact.

The scene went silent for a moment.

Looking at the Meat Grinder lying motionless on the ground, nobody could speak.

What happened?

How did the Meat Grinder go down?

"Trash! Get up!"

After the shock wore off, many in the crowd started cursing loudly; clearly, they had all placed their bets on the Meat Grinder.

But no matter how much they cursed, the beefy Meat Grinder remained motionlessly sprawled on the ground, without a twitch.

"Ten."

"Nine."

"Eight."

"Seven."

...

The host appeared beside the octagon, slapping the floor as he started the countdown.

"Four!"

"Three!"

"Two!"

Everyone stared unblinkingly, fixated on the Meat Grinder.

But no miracle happened.

"One!"

The host stood up straight and announced loudly, "This fight, Tie Xie wins!"

"Damn it! I thought this Russian bear was so tough, turns out he’s just a useless showpiece! If I’d known, I would have bet on his death!"

"How much did you lose?"

"Five hundred thousand!"

"I lost more than you, I put down eight hundred thousand!"

Some were joyful, others were sorrowful.

"Jiang Chen, good eye."

Taken completely by surprise by the outcome of the fight, Bai Haoran had thought that Tie Xie was certain to die. Who would have thought he’d manage to turn the tables against all odds.

He now understood why the underground boxing rules stated that life and death were inconsequential.

Only a completely breathless opponent poses no threat.

"Just luck."

Jiang Chen was somewhat pleased, but not purely because he won money.

After all, he still had some national pride; even if those who stepped into the ring were desperados, he didn’t like to see foreigners show off their prowess there.

"How much did you win?"

"Eight hundred thousand."

"That much?"

Jiang Chen was surprised.

He had bet three hundred thousand, but the result was a win of eight hundred thousand. The odds had nearly reached three.

"Maybe the organizers never expected Tie Xie to win," Bai Haoran said with a smile.

Jiang Chen nodded, "Keep the three hundred thousand."

"Jiang Chen, I can’t accept this..."

Bai Haoran hurriedly protested.

"A finders’ fee."

Jiang Chen smiled easily.

After a moment’s look, Bai Haoran no longer demurred, "Thank you, Jiang Chen."

Jiang Chen turned his attention back to the octagon.

The fight had ended, and the lock had already been opened.

To carry the Meat Grinder off, no less than four staff were needed.

There were still many people cursing angrily, lamenting how the Meat Grinder had caused them to lose a fortune.

But that’s how gambling goes.

One moment you’re in heaven, the next in hell.

"Why hasn’t Tie Xie left the ring yet?"

"Yeah, what’s he doing up there still?"

Gradually, some people sensed something was amiss.

As per usual, after a match, the loser would be carried away and the winner would leave the stage. But Tie Xie, who had won by the skin of his teeth, was still standing in the ring. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth while talking to the host.

After half a minute, the host nodded, then announced loudly, "According to Tie Xie’s own wishes, he wants to fight another match, which means, in the next bout, he will continue to compete!"

The host’s voice spread quickly throughout the underground boxing arena via the loudspeaker.

Everyone was astounded instantly.

"What? He wants to fight again?!"

"Is he tired of living?!"

"There have been precedents before. If he could defeat the Meat Grinder, it means he has the strength to fight back-to-back matches."

"Next time, I’m betting on him to get my money back!"

If the man himself was willing, as spectators, they naturally wouldn’t say much—only marvel at Tie Xie’s guts.

Nevertheless, for a modicum of fairness, the organizers still granted Tie Xie ten minutes to rest.

"His victory over the Meat Grinder did involve some luck. In the last match, he expended a lot of energy and sustained injuries. Fighting consecutively is putting his life at risk."

Bai Haoran impartially stated.

Jiang Chen, who previously found it odd that someone would participate in such deathly fights, no longer found it surprising.

"Just like what you said, Bai, there are many things in this world more despairing than death."

Since Tie Xie was willing to take the risk, no one would forcibly interfere, but the identity of his next opponent brought a subtle shift in the atmosphere of the venue.

It was a fighter from Dongying.