Winner Iron Mask

War Bear's arms were long, his hands as huge as bear claws.

Fang Mo could only keep dodging. Whenever he found an opening, he would dart in, trying to strike at War Bear's weak points, but each time War Bear's mutually destructive style forced him back.

War Bear's footwork and speed were inferior to Fang Mo's, allowing Fang Mo to evade him again and again. War Bear let out furious roars.

The two chased and fought in circles around the arena.

War Bear was already panting from exhaustion, while Fang Mo was drenched in sweat as well.

He too was utterly exhausted. His mind was wound tight, and he was holding nothing back in speed. The instant the other man caught him, defeat would be inevitable.

But the spectators had had enough.

"Fight already! We came to watch a match, not a cat chasing a mouse!"

"No running! Stop and fight!"

"War Bear, I'll tip a thousand! Kill that brat!"

People in the stands shouted angrily. Some hurled liquor bottles to vent their dissatisfaction, while others threw money.

"Let's see where you can run now, brat!"

War Bear roared excitedly. His speed erupted once more as he lunged at Fang Mo.

"I can't keep dodging!"

Fang Mo's eyes narrowed. His opponent's stamina was better than his to begin with; if this went on, Fang Mo would be the first to collapse, and then defeat would be certain.

He could only go all out. Besides, he had already found his opponent's weakness.

As War Bear pounced, Fang Mo charged out as well. Just as the two were about to collide, he suddenly accelerated. Like a hawk entering the forest, he slipped past War Bear's hands and crashed into his embrace.

"Is he trying to get himself killed?"

"That kid's gone mad! He can't break War Bear's defense. Once War Bear wraps those arms around him, he'll snap his waist in two!"

Young Master Chen and the others in the private room cried out at the sight.

War Bear was clearly skilled in combat as well. Seeing Fang Mo rush into his arms, a cruel expression spread across his face.

"Brat, you're trying that move again? Die!"

He suddenly clasped both hands inward. He had trained this move specifically; he could snap a tree in half with it, let alone Fang Mo's slight frame.

He would squeeze him until he burst, blood spraying everywhere.

Double Jaw Lift!

Fang Mo's eyes turned sharp. His fists changed into palms as he thrust them violently upward.

His palms struck directly beneath War Bear's jaw. The sound of teeth colliding rang out like steel striking steel.

"Argh!"

War Bear let out a miserable scream. His head snapped back, and his body staggered backward. Clutching his mouth with both hands, he howled in agony as blood poured from between his lips. In that collision, his teeth had bitten down on his tongue—whether it had been bitten through was unknown.

Elbow to Heart!

Fang Mo shouted deeply, stepping forward and closing in within three strides. His elbow slammed into War Bear's chest.

The tremendous force drove War Bear backward, sending him crashing heavily into the iron cage.

Pfft!

Blood sprayed from War Bear's mouth and nose. He clutched his chest in agony. That was where the Juque Acupoint lay; few could withstand the impact of an elbow strike there.

"How is that possible?"

"How did he do it?"

"What a move! It was executed with divine mastery—surviving only after being driven to the brink of death!"

In the stands and private rooms, many people rose to their feet, their eyes filled with astonishment.

Qin Yuanping abruptly stood as well, striding to the window and staring fixedly at the arena.

Xu Manli rose too, surprise in her eyes. The situation had been far too dangerous just moments ago. Fang Mo had nearly reached the end of the road, yet he had turned it around at this very moment. War Bear's face was covered in blood; his injuries were anything but light.

"I'm going to kill you!"

War Bear roared furiously, though his words came out muffled. One hand clutched his chest as he got to his feet, while the other curled into a fist and smashed toward Fang Mo.

War Bear's physical constitution was truly formidable. Even after such a heavy Elbow to Heart, he could still stand.

Yet Fang Mo did not retreat. Instead, he met him head-on, reaching out to catch War Bear's fist and using a Taiji Pulling Hand.

He tugged War Bear backward, throwing off his balance and sending his body pitching forward. Then Fang Mo swept out with his foot, kicking War Bear squarely in the leg.

War Bear's massive body flew out and slammed heavily onto the ground, making the entire floor rumble.

Pfft!

War Bear spat out blood again.

He was already huge, and the heavy fall left him unable to rise for a moment.

Fang Mo followed in an instant, delivering a grinding kick to his head and sending War Bear rolling away again. Several teeth flew from his mouth, and blood splattered all over the ground as he rolled.

"War Bear, get up!"

"War Bear, you piece of trash, get up! If you lose, I'll kill you!"

Furious roars erupted from the stands. They had placed heavy bets on War Bear, and now they were directing all their rage at him.

"Young Master Qin, it seems I'll gladly accept this ten million today!"

A smile appeared on Chen Xu's face, sweeping away the gloom that had filled his eyes earlier.

"It's not over yet. You can't draw conclusions so soon!"

Qin Yuanping remained calm, but the veins on the hand gripping his glass bulged violently.

Ten million was a considerable sum even to him. Losing ten million would be difficult to explain at home and would disrupt his original plans.

Roar!

War Bear seemed to have been provoked. With an enraged howl, he planted both hands on the ground and sprang to his feet.

"Good, War Bear's up!"

"War Bear, kill him!"

Seeing this, the crowd in the stands immediately erupted into excited cheers. Even Qin Yuanping's eyes lit up sharply, a smile appearing on his face.

At that moment, Fang Mo suddenly leaped up, pouncing onto War Bear's head like a ferocious tiger.

"Tiger Palm Double Ear Slap!"

Fang Mo roared as his tiger-claw hands slammed fiercely against War Bear's ears. The force of several hundred kilograms was terrifying beyond measure.

War Bear instantly froze as if stunned. His ears rang violently, and he could hear nothing at all.

Fang Mo landed, breathing heavily.

At that moment, the entire boxing gym fell deathly silent, so quiet it was frightening. Every gaze was locked firmly on the ring.

War Bear's body swayed. Blood streamed from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

His body lost balance and slowly toppled backward.

Boom!

His body crashed to the ground, making the entire ring shake violently, as though the blow had landed on everyone's hearts.

Crack!

The wineglass in Qin Yuanping's hand shattered under his grip.

War Bear had lost. Even if that strike did not kill him, it had taken half his life. No one could endure such a heavy blow and remain unharmed.

"Fuck!"

"War Bear, you useless trash! You made me lose a hundred thousand!"

"Why don't you just die? Iron Mask, kill him!"

The crowd in the stands exploded at once, hurling bottles onto the ring as curses shook the air.

The iron cage opened, and the host rushed in with his people to inspect War Bear's injuries. He immediately had him carried out for treatment; he knew those injuries made it impossible for War Bear to fight again.

"I declare the winner of this round: Iron Mask!"

The host stepped forward excitedly, grabbed Fang Mo's hand, and raised it high.

"Boo!"

"Kid, I'll kill you! Just you wait!"

The crowd either booed loudly or threw things while cursing, venting their dissatisfaction.

"I won! One to three—ten thousand turned into thirty thousand!"

"My God, I bet right too! Fifty thousand became a hundred and fifty thousand! Iron Mask, I love you!"

Those who had bet on the long shot shouted excitedly instead.

It was simply a roller coaster ride. They had thought their money had been thrown into the water, yet they had unexpectedly made a fortune. If only they had bet more.

"Young Master Qin, thank you for the ten million!"

Young Master Chen looked at Qin Yuanping with a smiling face.

"It's only ten million. I can afford to lose it!"

Qin Yuanping snorted coldly.

"Haha, what a rush! One million turned into three million. I really have a head for investment!"

Blue Suit Man burst into hearty laughter.

Casual Short-Haired Youth smiled and said, "Zhou Shaojiang, you have to treat us. I need to eat back this million!"

Zhou Shaojiang immediately laughed heartily. "If anyone's treating, it should be Young Master Chen. He won over ten million today. Isn't that right, Young Master Chen?"

Young Master Chen immediately smiled. "No problem. You can pick wherever you want tonight. Today, I'll definitely treat Young Master Qin properly—after all, he's the one who paid for it!"

Qin Yuanping's expression turned ugly. His gaze fell upon Fang Mo in the ring, killing intent flickering in his eyes.