Chapter 33: Green-Faced Ghost

"Yo—"

Hearing what Li Fei said, Sister Hua immediately mocked him in a shrill, sarcastic tone:

"Such big talk. You might not even be qualified to earn money by kneeling in this stronghold, and you still want to earn money standing up?"

"Less nonsense. Are we fighting or not?"

Li Fei looked at the other person with eyes of disgust.

Sister Hua's expression turned cold, and he shrilled: "Fine, let's fight!"

"How much for one fight?"

"If you can win, besides the original prize money, I'll add fifty yuan!"

"Fine, let's go."

The two of them settled this match in a few words, and Liu Saner could only watch from the side with a helpless expression.

Next, the four of them headed to the area where the Yellow-grade rings were located.

Each ring in the Green Origin Fist Stronghold was in a separate tent. The four of them soon arrived outside a tent, from which shouts kept coming:

"Kill him!"

"Hit him, hit him, hit him, hit him!"

"Good—"

"..."

Li Fei looked up and saw a wooden sign hanging at the entrance of the tent, with "Yellow-grade Ring No. 7" written on it.

"Sister Hua, bringing a newcomer?"

The person guarding outside the tent asked with a fawning smile upon seeing Sister Hua.

"Yes, arrange a match for me as soon as possible. These two are going to fight."

Sister Hua pointed at Li Fei and the fighter he brought.

"Alright, please come in."

After entering the tent, in the very center was a square ring one meter high, surrounded by wire mesh.

On the ring, two men with bare upper bodies and no protective gear were fighting. Both had blood on their hands and faces.

Fighting bare-knuckle and fighting with gloves are completely different; here, almost every punch draws blood!

Surrounding it were tiered stands, packed with people shouting passionately.

The smell of smoke, sweat, foot odor, and a bloody scent mixed together, which was very unpleasant.

Li Fei and the burly man like a black tower were first taken to the registration desk in the back, where both needed to register their identities.

"What's your name?"

The person holding the register looked up and asked Li Fei.

Liu Saner on the side quickly explained to Li Fei:

"Every fighter who goes on stage has to take a nickname for themselves. You should take one too, for convenience in addressing you."

"Green-Faced Ghost."

Li Fei said in a low voice.

The green evil ghost mask shimmered under the dim light.

The person registering glanced at the green evil ghost mask Li Fei was wearing, didn't say anything more, and wrote the three characters "Green-Faced Ghost" in the register, filling in Liu Saner's name in the agent column.

When it was the burly man's turn to register, the person in charge of registration was noticeably much more enthusiastic.

"Black Mountain."

The burly man gave his name.

"Arrange them for the next match."

After the registration was complete, Sister Hua spoke up.

"No problem."

The person in charge of arranging the matches immediately agreed.

Next was the wait. Liu Saner seized the time to introduce the rules of the ring to Li Fei:

"There are several types of fighting here. The most conventional is fist fighting, no protective gear, both sides decide the winner with bare hands. There is also weapon fighting, where both sides decide the winner with weapons. The most cruel is a death match, which must end in life or death. Yellow-grade rings can only have conventional fist fighting, with no rules, ending only when one side voluntarily admits defeat or loses combat capability.

So when you go up to fight in a while, either make the opponent lose combat capability and the referee declares you the winner, or wait for the opponent to voluntarily admit defeat. If you don't hear the referee declare victory or the opponent admit defeat, you must not stop; you must continue fighting!"

Li Fei nodded and asked:

"Can fighters place bets?"

He believed that such a place must have betting on fights, and the main income of the Green Origin Fist Stronghold couldn't possibly be from spectator tickets, but from betting.

Liu Saner nodded: "You can bet, but you can only bet on yourself to win."

"Fine, take this and bet it all on me to win in a while."

Li Fei took out a stack of paper money from his person and handed it to Liu Saner.

Liu Saner took the money and counted it; there were 60 yuan in total, and he couldn't help but be shocked:

"No, brother, are you playing this big?"

For a Yellow-grade ring, the prize money for a fighter winning a match is 5 to 10 yuan, depending on the opponent.

As a result, Li Fei took out 60 yuan to bet at once, which was indeed playing quite big.

"Just take it and bet on me to win."

Li Fei said.

"Alright, be careful yourself. If you really can't beat him, just admit defeat."

Liu Saner shook his head and sighed.

A few minutes later, the two fighters on stage decided the winner. One of them was beaten until his face was covered in blood and he passed out. The referee at the side of the ring announced the victory of the match.

Some people in the surrounding stands cheered, while others cursed loudly.

"Everyone!"

A host walked onto the ring and said loudly, "The next match is a breaking-in match for two newcomers. Let's invite the two newcomers to the stage!"

Soon, Li Fei and Black Mountain both went onto the ring.

When the audience saw Li Fei wearing a mask, they didn't find it strange. Many fighters in the Green Origin Fist Stronghold liked to wear masks or dress in strange clothes to increase their popularity.

"Standing on my left is the one nicknamed Green-Faced Ghost. Everyone can see from his mask that it's indeed very descriptive."

"Standing on my right is the one nicknamed Black Mountain. Wow, this physique is indeed very much like a black mountain."

"Alright, next is three minutes for everyone to place bets."

Because both were newcomers with no historical record, the spectators on the scene could only judge who was stronger based on their appearance.

Black Mountain's physique and steady temperament made people feel reassured at first glance, so many spectators chose to bet on Black Mountain.

Liu Saner followed Li Fei's instructions and bet all 60 yuan on Green-Faced Ghost to win.

After betting, for some reason, he remembered Li Fei's words about earning money standing up, and impulsively took out 20 yuan from his pocket and also bet on Green-Faced Ghost to win.

"Yo, so confident, betting so much?"

Sister Hua saw the stack of betting slips in Liu Saner's hand and sneered:

"I want to see how capable this newcomer you found is!"

Liu Saner gripped the betting slips in his hand, gritted his teeth, and didn't speak.

Three minutes later, the betting ended, and the referee announced the start of the match.

"Hit him!"

"Kill him!"

The whole arena erupted with huge noise.

In such an atmosphere, Black Mountain was not affected by the outside world, staring steadily at Li Fei.

Li Fei, on the other hand, couldn't wait to make a move.

"Pfft—"

Sister Hua off the stage couldn't help but scoff, and Liu Saner also showed a worried expression, feeling that Li Fei was too impulsive.

On the stage, Li Fei threw a straight punch toward Black Mountain's chest, and the opponent raised his arm to block.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Black Mountain was hit and staggered backward.

"Wow—"

Exclamations erupted at the scene.

Judging from their physique, Li Fei was a head shorter and much thinner than Black Mountain; no one expected him to be able to explode with such great power.

Li Fei stepped forward and continued to punch. Black Mountain's eyes were filled with astonishment; he didn't dare to take Li Fei's punch again, nimbly dodging to the side, and then used both hands to grab Li Fei's arm.

He was skilled in close-quarters grappling and throwing techniques. As long as he could grab the arm, he would enter his domain!

The next second, Black Mountain's hands firmly grabbed Li Fei's right arm.

His eyes lit up, and the move he had practiced ten thousand times was instinctively executed:

He pulled Li Fei's arm forward with both hands while quickly turning around, leaning his back against Li Fei, intending to use a fierce shoulder throw.

During daily practice, Black Mountain could pull up a two-hundred-jin sandbag and throw it to the ground in one second!

The ring under their feet was a concrete floor. If one were thrown solidly onto such a floor, the lightest result would be broken bones and tendons!

And just as Black Mountain exerted force, his waist was supported by Li Fei's left hand, while a powerful force surged from Li Fei's right arm, making his sudden explosion unable to pull Li Fei.

Black Mountain wanted to continue exerting force, but Li Fei's right hand had already grabbed his wrist in return, pulling fiercely to the right, while the left hand pressing on Black Mountain's waist also exerted force to push, and his feet tripped him.

Bang!

Black Mountain was pulled by Li Fei and fell face-first onto the ground.

He reacted quickly, immediately supporting himself on the ground with both hands, wanting to push himself up.

But Li Fei's hand pressed on his back like a mountain, making him unable to get up.

Then Li Fei quickly smashed an elbow fiercely toward the back of Black Mountain's neck.

Bang!

It was like a hammer hitting the floor; Black Mountain lay on the ground motionless, knocked out instantly.

After doing all this, Li Fei slowly stood up.

After a few seconds, confirming that Black Mountain was motionless, the referee at the side of the ring announced the result of the match:

"Green-Faced Ghost, wins!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 34 =====