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Chapter 430 - 430 417 Western Church Court

430: Chapter 417: Western Church Court 430: Chapter 417: Western Church Court Moments later, a group of people hurried over, led by a man wearing sunglasses.

He laughed heartily upon seeing Da Hei and gave him a bear hug, saying, “Hei Lang brother, you’re finally back.

That’s great…”

“Mhm!” Hei Lang nodded.

“It looks like you’re already prepared?” the man with sunglasses smiled.

“Yes!” Hei Lang nodded again and said, “There are some things we must face, no matter how powerful the opponent is!”

“Haha, don’t worry.

Fourteen K wouldn’t dare treat you like that—if they mess around, Hongmen is not so easily bullied!” the man with sunglasses slapped his chest.

In fact, Da Hei really wanted to ask, “Where was this sworn assurance when I was being hunted down?” However, Da Hei still needed to use the man, so he did not speak too directly.

“Alright, let’s go.

Your return today, I believe the audience will definitely cheer for you!” The man with sunglasses hurriedly embraced Da Hei and walked inside, completely ignoring Ye Chen’s presence.

Ye Chen, having no choice, could only follow them in.

Da Hei was led backstage by the man with sunglasses, where there was a foul stench and the smell of blood.

Along the corridor, a few blood-soaked guys lay half-dead, shockingly unattended.

When one of them blocked the man with sunglasses’ path, he kicked him furiously, shouting, “Damn it, lying here begging for death, daring to block Hei Lang’s way, you’re asking for it!”

The man twitched slightly, and Hei Lang stopped the man with sunglasses, then directly stepped over him.

The rest quickly followed.

…

On stage, bodies were dragged away, and the victorious side was about to continue battling the next challenger.

Some say such a way of fighting is cruel, but the Underground Boxing Ring doesn’t care—they need blood to thrill the audience of rich patrons, pleasing them.

Death, to the boxing ring, is merely a not-so-expensive funeral and compensation cost.

Yet, death stirs up excitement and captivates the audience in the stadium.

“Next fight, next fight!” The audience in the stands burst into a frenzied chorus of shouts.

Following that, the host gripping the microphone excitedly walked onto the stage.

He shouted excitedly, “Ladies and gentlemen in the audience, our ring welcomes a mysterious guest, a guest who has once dominated our ring for a long time, unbeatable by anyone, no one could take the glory of victory from him.

Guess who this person is?!”

“Hei Lang, Hei Lang…” A wave of frenzied cheers erupted throughout the venue.

The moment they heard Hei Lang was back, the atmosphere turned absolutely wild.

Almost everyone stood up from their chairs, waving their hands and joining the crowd in their frenzied shouting.

With a smile, Ye Chen said, “Never thought you had such glorious days before?”

“No, it should be days I rather not recall!” Da Hei smiled faintly and said, “Normal people, no one wants to be a boxer, let alone an underground fighter.

You just don’t know me yet.”

“I think I’ll understand you soon enough!” Ye Chen smiled.

“Mr.

Hei Lang, it’s your turn to enter the ring!” The host scampered towards the backstage, but Da Hei raised his hand and sent the host flying to the ground, then stepped over the host’s body.

The host dared not speak up in anger.

Ye Chen was also taken aback after seeing this.

He didn’t expect Da Hei to have such a violent side.

As Da Hei entered the ring, everyone in the venue erupted into celebration, all shouting frenziedly, “Hei Lang, Hei Lang…”

The noise thundered, each person yelling at the top of their lungs.

At that moment, the man opposite him, holding a knife and narrowing his eyes, said, “Hei Lang, since you left, why did you come back?”

“I came back to reclaim what’s mine!” Da Hei clenched his teeth.

“Hmph, you’re already history.

Now, this is my world!” the man said coldly.

“Then bring it on, we’ll determine the winner after the fight!” Da Hei didn’t bother being polite, flexing his joints.

The opponent had an advantage, the sole advantage of the previous victor: possessing a knife.

With that knife, he could greatly restrain the opponent.

The man swung the knife in his hand, then pounced towards Da Hei.

Da Hei sneered coldly, sidestepping swiftly.

His hand quickly grabbed the opponent’s arm, then with a shake, he knocked the knife out of the opponent’s hand to the ground.

Da Hei raised his fist and harshly struck the back of the opponent’s neck.

Had it been an ordinary person, they probably would have been knocked unconscious already, but fortunately, the opponent was also a practitioner.

Under Da Hei’s punch, he only felt stars before his eyes and quickly stabilized his posture.

“Hmph, with your strength, you think you can fight me?” Da Hei sneered coldly.

Picking up the knife from the ground, he said, “I’ll give you a chance, surrender and crawl out!”

“You wish!” The opponent gritted his teeth.

If he really complied, he guessed he’d never stand straight again for the rest of his life, and wherever he went, people would surely scorn him.

Clenching his teeth, the man lunged at Da Hei once more.

Da Hei sneered coldly, and his feet moved on the ground too.

The audience was utterly silent, everyone knew Da Hei was incredibly strong, so everyone watched his movements without blinking, but unfortunately, Da Hei was too fast.

In a blink of an eye, the two met.

Then, a flash of silver gleamed in Da Hei’s hand.

Splurting sound…

A splash of blood burst forth, and the opponent, following inertia, rushed forward, but what he left behind was a bizarre arc of blood.

Da Hei tossed the knife onto the ground.

Immediately, the venue erupted in cheers, and amidst these cheers, the opponent slowly fell down.

He closed his eyes for an eternal sleep.

All applause, cheers, and roars were dedicated to the victorious Da Hei.

Above the venue, a gray-haired old man squinted his eyes, looking at Hei Lang in the ring, then said in a low voice to the man standing behind him, “Notify Wing Kill to come here immediately.”

“Yes!” The man immediately nodded and then turned to make a call.

The old man was the Gang Leader of Fourteen K.

His insertion into the Underground Boxing Ring was just to experience the atmosphere, but he unexpectedly encountered Hei Lang.

The last time he had chased Hei Lang and let him escape, this time he must slaughter him at all costs.

The enmity of killing his son was intolerable.

He didn’t see Hei Lang’s body the last time he was hunted; he didn’t think this young man would have escaped.

When Hei Lang entered the ring, some fighters directly conceded; no one dared to contest Hei Lang.

No one wanted to die.

Hei Lang was once the undisputed champion of the ring, rarely challenged by anyone, so typically, the ring would not arrange for Da Hei to fight.

Unless someone wanted to challenge Da Hei.

Of course, after some sporadic challengers died on the field, no one dared to confront Hei Lang again.

When the scene turned embarrassing, the host immediately entered the stage and announced, “Friends, finally, someone has come forward to challenge Hei Lang!”

“Roar roar roar…” The scene immediately livened up, having someone challenge meant there was a fight to watch.

Soon, a man with a dark complexion stepped onto the stage, and Ye Chen was taken aback, muttering, “Damn, an African?”

It was common for white people and black people to appear in the Underground Boxing Ring; indeed, the physique of white and black people was much stronger than that of Asians.

As soon as the black man entered the ring, the atmosphere instantly boiled over.

The host immediately began introducing, “Wing Kill, twenty-six years old, former European San Shou champion, World San Shou Championship runner-up.

Skilled in close combat, his best move is the rear throw.”

Da Hei coldly watched his opponent.

The opponent seemed to disdain Da Hei.

He beckoned Da Hei with a hooked finger and said in a very bland Chinese, “Wretched wretch, hurry up and shine my shoes, and I might spare your life!”

“Hmph, asking for death!” Da Hei snorted coldly, sprinting forward in a flash.

His knife swung at the opponent.

The opponent didn’t dodge either, charging towards Da Hei.

Heading back with that pair of iron fists.

Crack…

The two collided, and Da Hei’s knife struck the opponent’s fists, but didn’t harm the opponent at all.

It seemed like the opponent’s gloves had steel knuckles inside.

Usually, a fighter’s gloves are specially made; some embed steel plates inside, which not only protect their fists but also enhance their attacking power, exponentially increasing their strength and strike capability with a single punch.

Seeing this, Da Hei kicked off the ground and quickly moved away from the opponent.

Although he was 1.9 meters tall, compared to his opponent, who was over 2.1 meters, there was still quite a difference in height.

Before figuring out the opponent’s strength, Da Hei couldn’t confront him head-on yet.

The opponent sneered coldly and immediately pounced towards Da Hei with astonishing speed.

Ye Chen was taken aback and his eyes widened, muttering, “A man from the Western Church!”