Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 280: Tyrant of the Boxing Ring

Chapter 280: Chapter 280: Tyrant of the Boxing Ring

The host looked at Li Feng, surprised. Was the boxer talking to him?

"Yes, it’s you."

The host walked over to the cage, "Do you have any questions?"

"It seems I only needed to fight one match to finish, what’s the meaning of this?"

Li Fengtu suddenly reached out, grabbed the host by the collar, and slammed him against the cage.

At that moment, Kang Lan, who had walked away, was reminded by someone next to her. She turned her head unyieldingly and walked straight toward the birdcage.

"Do you have a problem?"

Kang Lan stared at Li Feng in the birdcage.

"I only signed up for one match."

"That last one doesn’t count, so you have to fight another round," Kang Lan stared at Li Feng. "Don’t talk nonsense with me. What I say goes here."

Li Feng looked at the domineering Kang Lan and smiled lightly, "Wait a minute, you say it doesn’t count, so it doesn’t count, right? I don’t mind continuing to fight, but how about the appearance fee?"

Li Feng was not scared; the bloody environment of the ring did not discomfort him. On the contrary, it was a place where the sealed part inside him could not awaken.

Kang Lan stopped and turned sideways to look at Li Feng.

Just then, Heizi approached her, "Miss Lan, it’s me, I have something to tell you."

Kang Lan let someone let Heizi approach, and Heizi whispered in her ear. After a while, Kang Lan looked up at Li Feng with a "hmph."

"Heh, I didn’t expect you to want to steal a woman from me."

Kang Lan stood up, turned, and looked at Li Feng in the birdcage with a slight smirk, "Interesting."

"One million per match."

"Can I place a bet?" Li Feng asked.

"There’s no restriction, but you can only bet on yourself, not your opponent," Kang Lan said squinting. Li Feng shrugged, "Of course, I’ll bet on myself."

"You’re quite confident. I hope you can last a while longer."

"You’d better get the money ready and hope you won’t be broke to pay," Li Feng retorted, and Kang Lan stopped wasting words and suddenly turned to leave.

A moment later, the host came to the edge of the birdcage and handed a betting ticket to Li Feng, "Take it, I hope you still have a life to collect the money."

"Tyrant."

The lights suddenly dimmed.

Under the watchful eyes of the audience, the Tyrant walked out from the backstage. Compared to the previous two-meter-tall blood servant, the Tyrant’s figure was even taller, with Li Feng’s head reaching only up to his chest.

Even the birdcage’s door required bending down and bowing low to barely pass through. As the spectators saw the Tyrant, the whole venue erupted.

"This Tyrant, his ancestors were Viking pirates—two meters and thirty centimeters tall, weighing four hundred kilograms. He is unapologetically a human flesh steamroller; nobody can withstand his fists."

"What’s even more terrifying is that he was once a military man, his robust body coupled with Military Martial Arts, makes him invincible in this ring."

"Nineteen consecutive victories undefeated, no matter the challenger, he is the undisputed underground boxing king," the host grew more and more excited as he spoke, and the surrounding spectators also screamed loudly.

"Tyrant."

"I can’t even imagine if he would crush me in bed," a beautiful woman clenched her legs tight. This type of beastly man was her favorite.

"What the hell is going on with this person?"

In the private room upstairs, Kang Lan looked at the seething scene below and asked, with Heizi knowing this was an opportunity, he organized his words and spoke to Kang Lan.

"It’s you."

The Tyrant’s teeth grated loudly as his gaze, sharp as knives, fixed on Li Feng up to the height of his own chest, his face twisting into something fierce and fearsome.

"Big bear, this really is a coincidence," Li Feng was also surprised. Life’s three joys: meeting old acquaintances in a foreign land, and he had not expected to encounter an old friend in this boxing ring.

Hearing Li Feng’s greeting, the Tyrant instantly ignited in fury, took a step like an arrow and swung his palm, big as a fan, at Li Feng.

"The Tyrant!"

The host turned his head, completely baffled, he hadn’t even announced the start of the match yet. How did they start fighting already? Well, these were minor details, not important.

"The Tyrant has launched an attack, oh my, that slap brought a storm of wind and thunder, even from far away one could hear the sound of wind and thunder, knowing that in the last two matches, the Tyrant had slapped his opponents to death."

"Our newcomer hasn’t moved at all, is he paralyzed with fear?"

Li Feng lifted his hand and seized the Tyrant’s fingers, executing an eagle capture, and dodged the thundering palm by turning his body.

"Oh!"

Li Feng looked at the glove in his hand, glanced at the Tyrant’s fingers, and shook his head with a tsk-tsk sound, "Did you really cut it off?"

"Always told you to find an experienced orthopedic traditional doctor, maybe he could cure you. Seems you didn’t take my words to heart."

The Tyrant mouthed something at Li Feng, understanding only half, but seeing Li Feng shaking his head made him even more furious, swearing in Russian.

"It was you who made me lose three fingers, resulting in me never being able to hold a gun again."

The Tyrant looked at Li Feng; he had come to Yan Country for revenge, but he didn’t know where Li Feng had been hiding, so he needed to earn some money. Who would have thought fate would have them run into each other here.

This was God’s arrangement.

The Tyrant took a step that covered two meters and rushed toward Li Feng, who then tiptoed and dodged to the side of the Tyrant’s blind eye.

"I broke more than just three of your fingers back then, including what’s below—you didn’t cut that off too, did you?"

"Impressive, impressive."

"No wonder your beard is gone, turns out you wielded the knife on yourself and became a eunuch."

Li Feng smacked his lips, feeling a bit rueful. The Tyrant was once a mercenary, each on opposite sides of a mission, and he had thought this guy would die in that blast, not expecting this big bear to endure.

The Tyrant grew even angrier, like a frenzied bear: "You despicable vile man, I will tear you to pieces."

"The fight is intense, the Tyrant’s rage has escalated to its extreme, and our newcomer moves swiftly like a mouse, darting and dodging the Tyrant’s attacks."

"The newcomer has been pushed to the edge of the cage; he’s got no way out. Look, the Tyrant’s flesh-crushing charge."

The Tyrant, like a raging bull, charged straight at the iron cage while Li Feng grabbed the cage and leapt up like a monkey, springing a foot and flipping backward.

The Tyrant slammed heavily into the cage, making it tremble violently.

Li Feng landed lightly, twisted his body, and looked at the Tyrant turning around: "You’re too slow."

Li Feng suddenly bent down, his body shooting forward like a cannonball, leaving a shadow imprint, and the Tyrant charged forward like a human-shaped tank.

The two collided like a comet hitting the earth, the sparks they created made the spectators’ blood surge.

"Oh my, the newcomer charged at the Tyrant, who does he think he is? Doesn’t he know what the Tyrant is known for?"

"Ah, this handsome young face is so attractive, if he survives, I must have him for a night."

"Let’s see if he can survive first; that’s the Tyrant."