War Bear

Fang Mo stepped into the iron cage, and it felt as though he had become a trapped beast—oppressed and stifled. Chasing Wind's blood still stained the ground.

War Bear entered the iron cage as well and stood opposite him. He was well over 1.9 meters tall, twenty centimeters taller than Fang Mo, giving off an intense sense of pressure.

"Kid, surrender! Fighting me would just be me bullying you!"

War Bear clasped his hands and cracked his knuckles, looking at him with contempt.

"We'll see after we try."

Fang Mo said with a faint smile.

"Thirty seconds for betting begins now!"

The host shouted in a voice designed to stir the crowd's emotions. Tablets throughout the surrounding stands immediately lit up.

"I'm betting on War Bear. Isn't this an obvious sure win?"

"Only an idiot would bet on that kid. He's only trained martial arts for half a year—what the hell could he have learned?"

The crowd shouted one after another, their opinions overwhelmingly one-sided.

The numbers on the giant screen changed rapidly. Before long, bets on War Bear had reached three million, while Fang Mo had only a little over a hundred thousand. However, his odds kept rising, reaching 1:1.5.

Inside a luxurious private room stood four young men in their twenties, all dressed extravagantly. One look was enough to tell that they came from immensely wealthy families.

"Young Master Chen, you're giving us money! I'm betting one million!"

The young man in a blue-green suit held a wineglass and smiled as he tapped his tablet to place the bet.

The hundred thousand sounded like mere pocket money when he said it, casual and offhand.

"Young Master Chen must have something good going on. He's handing out benefits—how can we be polite about that? I'll put down one million too!"

The other short-haired young man in casual clothes said with a smile.

"You're all being far too petty!"

At that moment, a young man in a white suit with long, artsy hair smiled and placed his bet. "Young Master Chen is giving out benefits, and you're only betting one million? Are you looking down on Young Master Chen? I'm betting ten million!"

Everyone turned to look at him.

The young man in the blue-green suit frowned slightly.

"Qin Yuanping, ten million is a bit much, isn't it? We're just having some fun. Are you really planning to make Young Master Chen bleed?"

Qin Yuanping raised his brows and said blandly, "You underestimate Young Master Chen too much. Is a boxing gym supposed to be afraid of bets? Young Master Chen, don't you agree?" He chuckled. "Of course, if Young Master Chen thinks it's too much, I'll withdraw it!"

Young Master Chen smiled faintly.

"Young Master Qin must be joking. Iron Stone can still take a bet of ten million!"

Qin Yuanping spread his hands.

"See? Didn't I say this little bit of money was nothing to Young Master Chen?"

Young Master Chen said with a smile, "Couldn't it be that Young Master Qin is giving me money instead?"

Qin Yuanping immediately burst into hearty laughter at that.

"Haha! As long as Young Master Chen has the ability, I'll lose willingly!"

"I rather enjoy the unexpected."

The young man in the blue-green suit raised his brows slightly at Qin Yuanping. "I'm betting one million on Iron Mask. Three-to-one odds—those odds are worth betting on!"

"My god, it's fifteen million already, and the odds have reached 1:3!"

"This boxing gym is going to pay through the nose!"

"A big shot has stepped in. Iron Stone has never had a bet in the tens of millions before!"

"It's over. I bet ten thousand on Iron Mask—now I'm going to lose!"

"Can I withdraw it? I clicked wrong just now and bet fifty thousand on Iron Mask!"

The stands fell into even greater chaos. Some were exhilarated, while others were dejected.

Fang Mo watched the numbers, and his expression changed slightly as well. No one had actually bet on him. Even now, he only had 1.2 million, while War Bear had already reached fifteen million.

"Kid, look at the numbers. Are you still going to fight?"

War Bear looked at the figures, his face flushed red as he stared at Fang Mo excitedly.

"Are you surrendering?"

Fang Mo looked at him calmly and spoke.

"You're courting death!"

War Bear flew into a rage at once and took a step forward. The host immediately blocked him and said coldly, "Anyone who attacks first will be judged defeated!"

War Bear hurriedly stopped, but the fury in his gaze as he looked at Fang Mo was extreme. His chest heaved, and his blood and qi churned like boiling water.

"Betting is closed!"

At that moment, the host raised a hand and shouted, and all betting immediately stopped.

The host walked up to Fang Mo. "Are you ready?"

Fang Mo nodded.

The host pressed a hand onto Fang Mo's shoulder and said in a low voice:

"Iron Mask, you may only win this fight—you cannot lose. If you lose, the consequences are not something you can bear!"

Fang Mo's gaze darkened slightly at those words. The host shot him another warning look before turning and leaving the iron cage.

Though anger burned in his heart, he understood that this was reality.

In this Underground Boxing Gym, don't even think about talking about human rights.

"Close the cage!"

Following the host's shout, the iron cage was shut.

"Kid, I'm going to tear you apart!"

Suddenly, War Bear let out a savage roar and charged at Fang Mo. He had long since run out of patience, his eyes brimming with brutality.

He covered three meters in a single step. When his foot came down, the ground thundered. Like a massive bear, his palm—broad as a cattail fan—slapped down at Fang Mo. A fierce gale howled beneath it; before the palm even arrived, its powerful wind was already crushing down on him.

Just as the palm was about to fall—

Fang Mo moved. With Hawk Enters Forest, he lunged into War Bear's embrace and drove a Cannon Fist at his heart.

Bang!

The punch slammed into his chest, which felt like tough cowhide. A powerful rebounding force surged back.

War Bear's enormous body swayed, but he only took a single step back.

So hard!

Fang Mo was shocked. The other man's body was actually this strong—he had taken Fang Mo's punch without injury.

"Seeking death!"

War Bear felt some pain as well. Roaring furiously, he kicked out. Fang Mo executed a Fierce Tiger Roll, evading the kick.

"Where do you think you're running?!"

War Bear bellowed, his left hand sweeping toward Fang Mo like a cattail fan.

It was already too late for Fang Mo to dodge. He abruptly turned around, planted himself in Tiger Stance, and crossed his arms before his chest to block the incoming palm.

Bang!

Fang Mo felt a terrifying force crash into both arms. He sank into the Tiger Subduing Stance to bleed off its strength. The tendons throughout his body stood taut, and even his bones crackled explosively.

"He actually blocked it!"

"This kid's stance training is incredible!"

Startled cries rose from the stands. With their completely different builds and levels of strength, Fang Mo had actually blocked War Bear's palm.

A strange light flashed through Xu Manli's eyes as she murmured:

"He actually blocked War Bear?"

"This kid's Tiger Subduing Stance is pretty good, isn't it? Maybe he can defeat War Bear!"

In the private room, the youth in the blue-green suit swirled the wineglass in his hand and said with a smile.

"That's impossible. The gap between him and War Bear is far too great!"

Qin Yuanping said with a smile as well.

"Break for me!"

Sure enough, in the next instant, War Bear suddenly roared. He stomped hard against the ground, and his palm erupted with even greater force as it pressed down.

The veins on Fang Mo's forehead bulged. His legs tightened as he erupted with all his strength, trying to block the other man, but the disparity in power was simply too great. A force like mountains toppling and seas overturning crashed down upon him, striking his chest and forcing his body stumbling backward.

"Heh heh, where are you going? Black Bear Rams Mountain!"

War Bear let out an excited howl and strode forward. His body turned sideways as he crashed in like a giant bear.

Faced with such a violent charge, how could Fang Mo dare take it head-on?

His feet shifted. Using Tai Chi Fist's technique of borrowing strength to strike with strength, at the instant he met War Bear's charge, he used Tai Chi Redirect to draw away the force of the frontal impact and send War Bear staggering aside.

Boom!

War Bear's body crashed heavily into the iron cage, bending even the steel bars. The impact drew an angry howl of pain from him.

"What kind of move was that?"

"That move is interesting—it uses force to redirect force!"

"That technique is rather profound. Looks like this Iron Mask really has some skills!"

Inside the private rooms, several young men stared at Fang Mo's earlier movement in surprise.

There was no such thing as Tai Chi Fist in this world, so Fang Mo's movements just now had seemed rather strange.

"I'm going to tear you to pieces!"

War Bear flew into a rage, roaring as he charged Fang Mo, both hands clawing at him.

With nimble footwork, Fang Mo dodged War Bear's hands, circled to his side, and drove a punch at the soft ribs by his waist.

If he couldn't strike the hard parts, then he would strike the weak points.

But War Bear was no slowpoke either. He spun around and slapped a palm toward Fang Mo's head.

If Fang Mo struck War Bear's waist, his own head would surely be smashed apart by that palm.

Fang Mo had no choice but to abandon the attack. He swiftly turned behind War Bear, intending to strike his lower back, but War Bear spun and lashed out with a kick straight at him. The wind from his leg howled, its power terrifying. Fang Mo could only retreat in haste to evade the kick, but the distance between them was pulled open once more.

"Coward! Stop running and die!"

After having his attacks dodged again and again by Fang Mo, War Bear roared furiously and lunged at him with both hands.