Chapter 56: Green-Faced Ghost

"Yo—"

Upon hearing what Li Fei said, Sister Hua immediately mocked him with a sarcastic tone:

"Such big talk. You might not even be qualified to kneel and earn money in this boxing den, yet you want to earn it standing up?"

"Enough nonsense, are we fighting or not?"

Li Fei looked at the other party with a gaze of disgust.

Sister Hua's expression turned cold, and she shrieked, "Fine, let's fight!"

"How much for a match?"

"If you can win, besides the original bonus, I'll add another fifty yuan for you!"

"Fine, let's go."

The two settled the boxing match in a few words, leaving Liu Saner to watch from the side with a helpless expression.

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

Every boxing ring inside this Qingyuan Boxing Den was in a separate tent; the four soon arrived outside one, from which shouts were constantly erupting:

"Kill him!"

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

"Good—"

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

"Sister Hua, bringing in a newcomer?"

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

"Mm, arrange a match for me as soon as possible; these two are going to fight."

Sister Hua pointed at Li Fei and the boxer she had brought.

"You got it, please come in."

After entering the tent, there was a one-meter-high square boxing ring in the center, 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 is completely different from fighting with gloves; 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 stench of blood were mixed together, making it extremely unpleasant.

Li Fei and the black-tower-like strongman were first taken to the registration desk in the back; the two needed to register their identities first.

"What's your name?"

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

Liu Saner, standing to the side, hurriedly explained to Li Fei:

"Every boxer who gets on the ring has to pick a nickname for themselves. You should pick one too, it's easier to address you."

"Green-Faced Ghost."

Li Fei said in a low voice.

The green evil ghost mask shimmered under the dim light.

The registrar glanced at the green evil ghost mask Li Fei was wearing, said nothing more, and wrote the three characters "Green-Faced Ghost" in the register, filling in Liu Saner for the manager column.

When it was the black-tower strongman's turn to register, the registrar's attitude was noticeably much more enthusiastic.

"Black Mountain."

The strongman gave his moniker.

"Schedule 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 fights here. The most standard is a fist fight, no protective gear, both sides use bare hands to decide the winner. Then there is the weapon fight, where both sides use weapons to decide the winner. The most brutal is the death match, which must end in life or death. The Yellow-grade rings only allow standard fist fights; there are no rule restrictions, and it only ends when one side voluntarily admits defeat or loses the ability to fight.

So when you go up to fight in a moment, either make the opponent lose the ability to fight so the referee declares you the winner, or wait for the opponent to voluntarily admit defeat. If you haven't heard the referee announce the victory or the opponent speak to admit defeat, you must not stop; you have to keep fighting!"

Li Fei nodded and asked:

"Can boxers place bets?"

He believed that such a place definitely had boxing gambling; the main income of the Qingyuan Boxing Den could not possibly be from audience tickets, but from gambling.

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

"Good, take this and bet it all on me to win in a moment."

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, you're playing this big?"

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

The fact that Li Fei took out 60 yuan to bet at once was indeed playing very 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 boxers on the ring decided the winner; one of them was beaten until his face was covered in blood and he passed out, and the referee at the side of the ring announced the victory.

On the surrounding stands, some people cheered, while others cursed loudly.

"Everyone!"

A host walked onto the ring and said loudly, "The next match is the debut fight for two newcomers; let's invite the two newcomers to the stage!"

Soon, both Li Fei and Black Mountain were on the ring.

Seeing Li Fei wearing a mask, the audience didn't find it strange; many fighters in the Qingyuan Boxing Den liked to wear masks or wear strange clothing to increase their popularity.

"Standing on my left is this one, nicknamed Green-Faced Ghost; everyone can tell by his mask, it's truly very fitting."

"Standing on my right is this one, nicknamed Black Mountain; wow, this physique is truly like a black mountain."

"Alright, you have three minutes to place your bets."

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

Black Mountain's physique and steady temperament were very reassuring at first glance, so many in the audience 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 placing the bet, for some reason, he remembered Li Fei's words about earning money standing up, and on a whim, he took 20 yuan out of his own pocket and also bet on Green-Faced Ghost to win.

"Yo, so confident, betting this much?"

Seeing the handful of betting slips in Liu Saner's hand, Sister Hua sneered:

"I'd like to see just how capable this newcomer you found is!"

Liu Saner gripped the slips in his hand, gritted his teeth, and said nothing.

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

"Hit him!"

"Kill him!"

A massive sound erupted throughout the venue.

In such an atmosphere, Black Mountain was not affected by the outside world, his gaze fixed steadily on Li Fei.

Li Fei, however, couldn't wait to strike.

"Pfft—"

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

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

Bang!

With a muffled thud, Black Mountain was knocked staggering backward.

"Whoa—"

Exclamations rang out from the scene.

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

Li Fei stepped forward to continue punching; Black Mountain's eyes were filled with shock, not daring to take Li Fei's punches again, he nimbly dodged to the side and then used both hands to grab Li Fei's arm.

What he excelled at was close-quarters grappling and throwing techniques; once he grabbed an arm, it entered his domain!

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

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

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

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

The ring under their feet was a concrete floor; if one were slammed onto such a surface, the lightest result would be broken bones and tendons!

But just as Black Mountain exerted his strength, his waist was braced by Li Fei's left hand, and at the same time, a powerful force surged from Li Fei's right arm, preventing his sudden burst of strength from pulling Li Fei.

Black Mountain still wanted to continue exerting force, but Li Fei's right hand had already countered by grabbing his wrist, pulling it violently to the right, while the left hand pressed against Black Mountain's waist also pushed with force, and his foot tripped him.

Bang!

The entire body of Black Mountain was pulled by Li Fei and slammed face-first onto the ground.

He reacted quickly, immediately bracing his hands on the ground, wanting to push himself up.

But Li Fei's hand pressed onto his back like a mountain weighing down on him, preventing him from getting up.

Then, Li Fei swiftly smashed his elbow hard against the back of Black Mountain's neck.

Bang!

Like a hammer striking the floor, Black Mountain collapsed onto the ground and stopped moving, knocked unconscious instantly.

After finishing all this, Li Fei slowly stood up.

After a few seconds, confirming that Black Mountain had no movement, the referee at the side of the arena announced the result of the match:

"Green-Faced Ghost, winner!"

(End of this chapter)