Urban All-Round Master
Chapter 460 - 455: Fighting Alone Against Numerous Heroes

Chapter 460: Chapter 455: Fighting Alone Against Numerous Heroes

The three men just exchanged glances and cooperatively surrounded Black Hawk.

Instantly, the atmosphere at the scene reached a peak of tension, and the hundreds of people below the boxing ring all stood up, after all, those three were selected from among four hundred people. Not to mention how powerful they are individually, but when combined, their strength was evident.

On the railing of the second floor, Lin Zifeng shrugged his shoulders and asked Bu Chen, who was intently watching next to him, "Do you think Black Hawk can win later?"

"I don’t know." Under the dim lights of the underground boxing ring, Bu Chen shook his head and shrugged, expressing his uncertainty.

"You’ll know in a bit," Lin Zifeng just smiled and then focused intently on the match in the boxing ring.

The four men stood in the boxing ring, and each emitted a strong aura.

Especially Black Hawk, his magnificent and bold facing three opponents alone truly caught the attention of the experts below.

Soon, all four were engaged in combat. At first, the three coordinated well, pressuring Black Hawk to the point where his attacks felt somewhat powerless.

But later on, Black Hawk quickly got into the combat zone, fierce like a tiger descending a mountain.

In a certain elegant suite, Long Zaitian and Old Dream’s eyes suddenly brightened.

"Hey! This kid is not bad, I like him," Old Dream suddenly exclaimed in the suite, his wrinkled face squeezing out many smiles.

"This kid is good, but he’s too stubborn, just like a Barbaric Bull, no brains. He’ll die early eventually," Long Zaitian admired Black Hawk’s character, but he didn’t think highly of him.

People like this can easily die because of their own brains. In many cases, they create unnecessary trouble due to their impulsiveness, which is why he ended up in the Duel Arena in the first place.

"Who says that? I do think highly of the kid, way better than that other kid you just showed me," Old Dream became more excited and started to argue with Long Zaitian, glaring.

"At least this kid seems honest and naive, unlike that young man called Death God, who’s too cunning, so young yet so meticulously sly, I don’t really like that. No fun at all."

"Heh, you just don’t understand, this is called having depth. It’s quite rare for someone so young to have such deep depth," Long Zaitian retorted.

It wasn’t clear if Long Zaitian was praising Lin Zifeng or criticizing him.

The two old men, with a combined age of almost one hundred fifty, were actually joking and cursing in the suite, squeezing and jabbing at each other, occasionally delivering lines that could strike each other. If those outside heard this, who knows what they would think...

"Depth my ass! The thing I hate the most is people with deep schemes, young yet so profoundly crafty, what’s he up to? Setting people up or playing mind games?"

Even though this Dragon Team leader spoke of Lin Zifeng like this, his eyes never left Lin Zifeng.

Especially the young man on the screen, albeit not very old.

But he exuded an extremely strong aura of dominance, like Old Dream, despite seeming without principles in the suite with Long Zaitian and not even talking about integrity.

However, having been in charge of the Dragon Team for over thirty years was enough to show Old Dream’s true capabilities!

"Heh, Old Dream, you might as well stop pretending, do you think I can’t see through your intentions? What? Wanting to discredit him, so I give him up? Then you’ll go be the good guy and play the recruitment game? Well! That trick won’t work on me anymore. I finally found a good candidate to cultivate, and I definitely won’t give him up easily. Your Dragon Team is full of talented members, unlike us in the CIA, who pitifully only have one Mountain and River List expert, completely incomparable to your top agents," Long Zaitian said.

Feeling his words weren’t vivid enough, Long Zaitian added some body language, portraying himself as a truly pitiable character.

The Dragon Team leader across from him was so frustrated he wanted to go up and smack the old rascal!

He was almost jumping with rage.

"Look here, Mr. Long, can you stop playing pitiful in front of me, damn it? Do you really think I’m blind? Just because I rarely leave Yanjing, do you think I’m clueless? Are those Mountain and River List experts the CIA has been training in Zhonghai City just twiddling their thumbs? Each year, you secretly cultivate some top fighters. Do you think I’m blind? Don’t assume that just because I, the old man, am mostly holed up in Yanjing, I don’t know anything."

At this moment, the head of the Dragon Team was completely acting like a commoner, almost to the point of smashing a cup on the ground and furiously pointing at Long Zaitian’s nose.

"Uh... can you remain calm?" Long Zaitian also had a headache, and although it was just the two of them in the office, he couldn’t help but snicker inwardly. It was clear he was playing coy.

"Calm? Calm my ass! Every year, I send our Dragon Team agents to act as security for you, and you, as an old artful dodger, really aren’t being straightforward, are you? If you’re interested in that kid, just say it outright. Don’t beat around the bush with me, the old man. I’m not going to compete with you for him. What are you afraid of?"

"Yes, yes, I know you won’t compete with me. For a rookie like that, you definitely wouldn’t care. We’ve got plenty of talents in the Dragon Team; you wouldn’t bother about this kid— I get that," Long Zaitian said, nodding his head with a grin.

"Understand my ass. Bah! Don’t sweet talk me with that. What, ’the Dragon Team has a lot of talents,’ do you mean to have me find someone to pick a fight with that kid?"

"Hehe, I didn’t say that; you said that on your own."

The old foxes are indeed old foxes. Although their words might seem flimsy, each one hit the mark.

"Mr. Long, don’t think I don’t know what kind of wishful thinking you’re playing at. You just want our Dragon Team to test that kid, right? Fine, as long as you don’t mind him getting hurt, I don’t care."

"Hehe, Old Meng, young people need to be tempered. Don’t worry, even if your guys kill him later, I won’t utter a peep. Rest assured."

"You...!"

The leader of the Dragon Team, Old Meng, was utterly flabbergasted—

I’ve seen shameless, but never this level of shamelessness. Clearly very interested in Lin Zifeng, yet putting on an indifferent act, subtly pushing Old Meng to test him.

...

By this time, the four-man battle in the ring had reached a fever pitch. Under Black Hawk’s fierce barrage, the three were clearly struggling to keep up.

Black Hawk’s combat power was genuinely alarming.

Even with the three of them teaming up, he was moving effortlessly.

"Now it’s my turn!"

Black Hawk suddenly threw a punch, hitting one tall, thin young man squarely in the chest. Instantly, his chest caved in, and his ribcage shattered.

Blood sprayed all over the ring.

Black Hawk stood his ground, fists bloodied, sweeping through like the Asura War God himself!

Until the other two youths were also laid out by Black Hawk.

Only then did the referee, Fang Yizheng, leisurely make his way up from below the stage.

He announced Black Hawk’s advancement. After the battle, Black Hawk had faced the heroes alone, and surprisingly, no one dared approach him anymore.

Just as referee Fang Yizheng was about to announce Black Hawk’s advancement to challenge the top ten of the Mountain and River List, a sinister voice finally came from the crowd.