Chapter 1

Over the years, as combat sports have developed, legitimate boxing matches have also become increasingly profitable.

In a peaceful China, people live in harmony and have never come into contact with underground boxing, let alone underground boxing rings. Except for the older generation, more and more young people are skeptical about underground boxing.

Some say that underground boxing has no skill, and the boxing champions are just bluffing; underground boxers wouldn't dare to fight legitimate boxers.

Others say that underground boxers are definitely worse than legitimate boxers because legitimate boxers have more spectators and can earn more money.

Still, others claim that the underground boxing videos circulating online are fake, even though the fighting styles are completely different from those in legitimate matches, and even though film directors wouldn't normally shoot boxing matches that way, they still refuse to believe in the existence of underground boxing. No matter how much evidence they see, they choose to deny it selectively...

In reality, whether you defame, disbelieve, or believe and yearn for underground boxing, it exists. It's not easy to get into, but it's not as difficult as you might imagine.

At the Nanyang Demon Training Camp, a new match is about to begin.

In this place with a huge wealth gap, where the poor are lazy and the rich are ostentatious, underground boxing is thriving.

The rich can spend tens of thousands of dollars on a single meal, so they don't mind spending a few thousand or tens of thousands of dollars to watch a bloody match. They enjoy the feeling of paying for others to fight to the death.

Some wealthy women feel very satisfied when they see the strong muscles and sweat of the men. If the man is powerful and fierce, they might even give the boxers who perform well some money!

Here, as long as you can survive, you can earn more money than an ordinary person would spend in a lifetime.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"..."

The rhythmic cheers echoed, and Li Zhiying's opponent was already somewhat dazed.

There was a significant physical difference between the two. The opponent was a tall Westerner, while Li Zhiying was an ordinary person, but the opponent was almost certain to lose.

Looking at his opponent, Li Zhiying said, "Give up. If you keep fighting, you'll die. I don't want to kill anyone."

The dazed boxer was stunned for a moment, seemingly ready to give up.

"I... I win!" The boxer pretended to give up, then used all his strength to kick Li Zhiying. "Die, you fool, you yellow-skinned pig!"

A cold look flashed in Li Zhiying's eyes. He slightly sidestepped, sticking to the opponent's leg, and then his right hand suddenly delivered a powerful punch, striking the opponent's abdomen.

Pfft~

A mouthful of blood spurted from the tall boxer's mouth. He suddenly stumbled back a few steps, then slowly sat down, his breath gradually fading.

Cheers erupted in the arena, but Li Zhiying frowned, seemingly disliking the cheers.

"Li, I want to sleep with you, one million dollars!"

"Fat bitch, get out of the way. Li, sleep with me, two million dollars. I'm so beautiful, with a slim waist and D-cup breasts. I'll give you a very good feeling..."

"Li, want to do it with me? I'm willing to offer my ass."

Damn, these Nanyang rich people are perverted and twisted!

Li Zhiying frowned and quickly left the arena, returning to the management office of the Demon Training Camp.

"I've already fought 30 matches. I want to go home," he said to a middle-aged white man smoking a cigar. "This kind of boxing match isn't suitable for me."

"Why do you want to go home, Li?" The middle-aged white man extinguished his cigar and said, "With your 400KG squat strength, your legs are like two large axes. In the 65-kilogram boxing ring, no one is your match. Isn't it great to be an underground king here?"

"Underground boxing is declining and can't keep up with the times. I just learned that in the boxing match of the century, Mayweather's appearance fee was 180 million dollars," Li Zhiying said. "Damn, how much do I earn from a win in underground boxing? About one million dollars at most. If I fight a weak boxer, my appearance fee might only be 100,000 dollars! I risk my life for such a small income; I don't want to do it anymore."

"Li, the appearance fees for world-class boxing champions are indeed high, but you should know that if a top champion loses, the impact is significant. Mayweather's 180 million dollars for that match doesn't mean he earns that much for every match!" the middle-aged white man said. "In legitimate boxing, only the matches between top champions are profitable. Ordinary boxers might only earn enough to cover their medical expenses!"

"I know that," Li Zhiying replied. "But I think with my abilities, if I fight in MMA or UFC, I can easily KO all my opponents and make money easily."

The middle-aged white man continued to persuade him, "There are experts in MMA, but there are also backroom deals. If you hurt some boxers, you'll offend a lot of people, and they might even run you over with a car. Here, I won't match you against powerful and terrifying boxers. If you continue to fight here, you'll earn a lot of money. You can even have a romantic night with the rich and beautiful women who like you, and I'll give you enough time to recover."

Li Zhiying wasn't interested at all.

For a boxer, women are like a double-edged sword.

Enjoying a woman once can relax the body and muscles, and may even weaken the will, which is not conducive to maintaining a good state.

Moreover, even without matches, the temporary challenges between boxers here are not uncommon. He didn't want to slip up in a minor situation.

In this unfamiliar place, Li Zhiying didn't want to casually get involved with women. He could only relax and enjoy the pleasures of youth when he returned home.

"Alright, since you're determined to go home, I agree," the middle-aged white man said, then took out a card and placed it on Li Zhiying's table. "There are five million dollars in this card. You can take it back. When you run out of money, if you want to come back, you're welcome to find me."

Li Zhiying took the money he was entitled to without hesitation and then turned to leave.

"Boss, why did you let him go like that?" Suddenly, a young man walked out from behind the middle-aged white man. "He's a cash cow, and according to the training camp's rules, young men sold to us who want to leave after 30 matches don't get a share of the profits."

"Do you know why I gave him five million dollars?" The middle-aged white man suddenly sneered. "China is a peaceful country, and his character is destined to be someone who enjoys life. Such a young man, suddenly with a large sum of money, will inevitably spend it extravagantly. When the money runs out, he will come back to us. We won't even need to force him; he'll come to us for more matches. Bruce, I like making money through cooperation, not through oppression."

Ten hours later, on a plane flying to China.

In the first-class cabin, Li Zhiying's eyes were filled with anticipation.

Finally, he could return home!

It's been ten years; he wondered how his parents were doing.

This time, he would surprise them with the money he earned. Five million dollars, which is about 30 million RMB.

"Kid, you've got a great opportunity," a ragged old man suddenly walked into the first-class cabin, smiling and sitting in front of Li Zhiying. "I see that you have a unique physique, a one-in-a-million martial arts genius. The task of maintaining world peace will be entrusted to you. I have a secret manual, and I'll sell it to you at a discount."

Hearing the old man's words, many nearby people turned their attention, showing interest.

Most people on the plane were not poor.

Many people looked at the old man, thinking he was just there to entertain them.

Bored with the journey, everyone found it interesting to watch this performance.

"Old man, you're really funny," Li Zhiying couldn't help but laugh. "A secret manual for ten dollars?"

Hearing Li Zhiying's words, the surrounding crowd also laughed.

"Kid, I knew you were an expert from the moment you spoke. But prices have soared; ten dollars was the price ten years ago," the old man said. "One hundred dollars, and this manual of the 'Buddha Palm' is yours."

As he spoke, the old man placed a book in front of Li Zhiying, which indeed read "Buddha Palm."

"Old man, this is a rule-of-law society. Even if I get the 'Buddha Palm,' it won't be useful," Li Zhiying said. "I've earned money and am preparing to return home to enjoy life. You can't expect me to go to the Middle East or South Africa to fight unarmed against people with guns, right?"

The old man was momentarily stunned, then began to think seriously.

Seeing his serious expression, Li Zhiying felt that he was taking his act too seriously and professionally.

"Kid, it seems you are really suited to be the one to maintain world peace. How else would you think of such a critical issue?" The old man became serious again. "I have an Infinite Ring here, with 33 layers of restrictions. Each layer is a real world where you can fight as you please and return whenever you want. I'll sell it to you at a discount."

As he spoke, the old man took out a ring, but the pattern on the ring was a pig.

"A pig-head ring?" Li Zhiying couldn't help but laugh. "Old man, I really admire you. How much for the ring? It looks quite grand and ancient."

"Ten thousand dollars!" the old man said. "Some people would give me ten million for this."

"Rubbish." Li Zhiying couldn't help but comment. "A pig-head ring, and you want ten thousand dollars?"

"Of course," the old man said. "Money isn't really money anymore; ten thousand dollars can be spent quickly."

"Maximum one thousand dollars, take it or leave it," Li Zhiying replied.

"Brother, to be honest, I have no children. I need a lot of money to live well after returning home," the old man said, putting on a pitiful act. "I know you're not short of money, but I must sell this ring for at least ten thousand dollars."

As he spoke, the old man's face showed a sad expression.

Seeing the sad expression, Li Zhiying suddenly thought of his parents and grandparents whom he hadn't seen for years. Although he knew the old man might be acting, Li Zhiying wasn't short of money.

After some thought, he took out ten thousand dollars and handed it to the old man. "You acted very convincingly and moved me. My emotions are worth this price."

The old man looked at Li Zhiying with surprise, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes, then he took the ten thousand dollars and left.

Li Zhiying put the pig-head ring on his left little finger.

Suddenly, a sharp pain came, and he saw blood flowing from his little finger.

Damn, was he tricked?

Just as Li Zhiying's expression changed dramatically, a message suddenly appeared in his mind...

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