Chapter 15

But what Wang Ge found hard to believe himself was that his mind and body seemed to belong to different people. Although his body was already excited, his mind was extremely calm, as if he were listening to Zen in an ancient temple, with a clear and empty heart.

With a black band tied around his face, reminiscent of the classic anime character, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Wang Ge, with his bright eyes exposed, walked onto the stage step by step in this strange state of external heat and internal cold. His steps were not at all disordered, very rhythmic, as if each step had been measured with a ruler.

This was similar to his usual walk to the training sessions, though the situations were different, the effect was the same, effectively regulating his breathing and physical state.

Women in revealing bikinis held "self-service betting machines" and swayed through the rows of steps. The spectators all had membership cards; they just needed to swipe their cards on the self-service betting machines, input the numbers they wanted to bet on and choose the boxer, and with a few button presses, they could easily complete their bets.

The time it took to input the numbers was even shorter than the time it took for their large hands to reach into the women's bras.

Due to Baihu's record and fame, most of the spectators bet on him. They couldn't see anything special in Wang Ge's steady steps. If they could, they wouldn't be mere spectators.

Even Baihu thought Wang Ge was just pretending to be calm, but Li Ge's eyes showed a look of surprise.

His gaze fell on Wang Ge's steps, and Li Ge nodded slightly, seemingly speaking offhandedly, "I like the nickname 'Rookie.' It's him."

"Alright, since Brother Li chose the Rookie, I'll choose Baihu then," Xiao Er said, as if it were a great effort, but he was genuinely relieved. Although he wanted to curry favor with this noble, it was better to save some costs.

Wanting to curry favor but unwilling to pay the price, he was ultimately just a bumpkin with a small vision. Li Ge shook his head slightly and shifted his attention to Wang Ge and Baihu on the stage.

"Hey! Rookie!" Baihu grinned, revealing a mouth full of white teeth. He was a white man, tall and muscular, a giant compared to Wang Ge, who was less than 1.8 meters tall.

Looking down at Wang Ge from a height, Baihu clenched his fists, making a "crackling" sound like popping beans: "Rookie, listen up! I, Baihu! Have already won four consecutive matches! After today, I'll be the new Silver Medalist!"

Psychological intimidation? Wang Ge, with a blank expression, turned to the referee: "Can we start?"

The referee, who had seen all kinds of openings, was taken aback. Is this really a rookie? Generally, rookies would be so excited that they stutter, and some would even tremble from the intimidation of a strong opponent.

This rookie today is quite unusual...

The referee raised his arm and looked at Baihu: "Are you ready?"

Baihu's white skin turned red with anger. He felt ignored, clenched his fists, and gritted his teeth, glaring at Wang Ge: "Rookie, you've pissed me off! I swear I'll kill you!"

Wang Ge still looked at the referee with a blank expression. The referee's mouth twitched helplessly, and he forcefully brought his raised arm down: "Begin!"

"Roar—" As his name suggested, Baihu let out a roar like a fierce tiger and charged at Wang Ge as the referee's arm fell.

How could he, who was about to become a Silver Medalist, be ignored by an unknown nobody? He had to finish off this rookie in a second to wash away the insult to his name!

Baihu, tall and muscular, not only had the strength of a tiger but also the speed of a tiger. This pounce was both fast and fierce, his fists like tiger claws, one in front and one behind, one on the left and one on the right, circling from the outside, aiming for Wang Ge's temples.

Unexpectedly, this white man had practiced China's [Tiger Fist] and seemed to have integrated boxing techniques. Wang Ge quickly analyzed and judged. As Baihu's two fists crossed, he slightly bent his legs, and his fists and forearms were like two doors, closed together, with the backs of his fists facing forward, ready to meet Baihu's leading fist.

Baihu sneered, is he going to block it head-on? What a rookie!

You can block my left fist, but how can you block my right fist?

No, you can't even block my first punch, let alone the second one!

Baihu had such confidence because he was a Level 7 life form. In the C-level arena, where the upper limit was Level 6, he should be invincible. After accumulating ten victories, he would be promoted to the B-level arena. Of course, if it were a Level 6 life form, even with ten victories, they would still remain in the C-level arena.

Baihu's solid arms were like iron, and his fists were like hammers, creating a "whooshing" sound as they moved.

"Beat him! Beat him! Beat him!" The spectators, still caught up in the excitement of the previous match, shouted enthusiastically. To them, this was a match with a huge disparity in strength, and it should be a one-sided slaughter.

Xiao Er, being young, couldn't help but smile: "Brother Li, maybe we should skip this bet. The disparity in strength between these two is too great, and it wouldn't be interesting even if I win."

"Huh..." Li Ge's eyes twinkled with a playful smile, but he didn't comment.

"Bang—" Baihu's leading fist hit like a battering ram on a city gate, making a dull sound. But Baihu's heart inexplicably skipped a beat. His rich experience told him that the situation wasn't developing as he had expected.

His trailing fist followed like the second kick of a firecracker, but this fast punch, which many spectators couldn't even see clearly, missed Wang Ge and fell short!

Wang Ge didn't block head-on or try to dissipate the force. Instead, he chose to use the force. At the moment Baihu's fist touched him, his arms moved backward, turning the damage into a push, pushing him backward.

In this way, Wang Ge didn't exert any force himself but used the force to avoid Baihu's trailing fist.

But Wang Ge exerted force as he moved backward, falling backward—most boxers were afraid of losing their balance on the stage, but Wang Ge did the opposite. As he fell backward, his legs left the ground, making his body almost parallel to the ground.

At the same time, he prepared his legs, crossing them. His left leg feinted upward but swung downward, causing his right leg to swing upward like a pendulum!

Consciously making an upward hooking motion, Wang Ge's right heel hit Baihu's chin like a wooden mallet striking a bell!

Baihu's trailing fist missing caused him to pause, creating a gap in his defense. His fists opened, exposing the space in front of his chest.

But a Level 7 life form with four consecutive victories in the C-level arena wasn't to be underestimated. His combat instincts made him instinctively tuck his chin down to protect his throat!

"Bang!"

A short, powerful dull sound, Wang Ge's kick hit Baihu's chin hard, causing him to fall backward, and a stream of blood spurted from his mouth!

"Wow..." The spectators, who had been shouting enthusiastically, let out a collective exclamation. The heated arena fell silent for a moment, and the DJ timely turned off the background music, perfectly setting the scene for the shocking turn of events Wang Ge had brought.

"Ah..." The big-breasted girl in Xiao Er's arms cried out in pain, as Xiao Er had squeezed her too hard in surprise.

Li Ge frowned slightly, and Xiao Er immediately realized he had lost points in Li Ge's eyes. He hesitated and nervously pulled his hand away, giving the big-breasted girl a menacing look, causing her to fearfully cover her chest and quietly move away.

Xiao Er gritted his teeth and glared at Baihu, thinking, "No way, he can't be that weak, can he?" Then he glared at Wang Ge, "Damn, don't let this rookie ruin my plan to curry favor with the noble?"

Wang Ge landed with a beautiful backflip. His face was calm, but he was inwardly a bit excited. He had never been able to perform such a difficult move before, but after breaking through to Level 6, he could finally manage it.

Looking down at Baihu, who lay motionless on the ground, Wang Ge wondered if he was dead. Feeling a bit guilty, he looked at the referee.

The referee didn't show any reaction but bared his teeth in a smile, a mix of mockery and pity.

What? Wang Ge was taken aback. Suddenly, he felt a sense of danger approaching, a combat instinct formed from five years of training.

Wang Ge hurriedly retreated backward, but he still felt a great threat to his legs. In a panic, he saw Baihu, with a face full of blood, press his hands on the ground and, like a flying object, kick his legs fiercely toward Wang Ge's legs.

Wasn't he unconscious?

He was too careless! Wang Ge instantly realized that his kick, though it hit Baihu, didn't hit a vital point. Because of the angle of his body when he kicked, he couldn't see where it landed.

He thought he had given Baihu a heavy blow, but in fact, Baihu wasn't that badly injured. Baihu had used Wang Ge's psychology to feign injury.

Although Wang Ge had thousands of training experiences, on the stage, he was still a rookie. He was deceived by Baihu, who used this to launch a hidden, unexpected attack.

Despite Wang Ge's instinctive reaction, he couldn't completely dissipate the force. This caused his legs to become numb with pain, and he was kicked into the air!

"Ooh ooh ooh—" The spectators, who had been holding their breath, finally exhaled. Wang Ge being kicked into the air greatly stimulated their emotions, reigniting their bloodlust, and they erupted into even more intense roars than before.

"Hehe, a rookie is still a rookie..." Xiao Er's heart, which had been in his throat, returned to his chest, and he chuckled, secretly wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.

Li Ge smiled slightly. If I'm not mistaken, the exciting part is just beginning!