Blue-Faced Ghost

"Yo—"

Sister Hua heard Li Fei's words and immediately mocked him in a sarcastic tone:

"What big words! You might not even qualify to earn money kneeling in this fortress, and you want to earn money standing?"

"Enough nonsense, are we fighting or not?"

Li Fei looked at her with disgust.

Sister Hua's face turned cold, and she screeched, "Alright, let's fight!"

"How much for a fight?"

"If you can win, I'll add fifty yuan to your original commission!"

"Good, let's go."

The two of them settled the fight in just a few words, and Liu San'er could only watch helplessly from the side.

Next, the four of them headed to the area where the Yellow Rank Boxing Stage was located.

Each boxing stage within this Qingyuan Fist Fortress was in a separate tent. The four of them quickly arrived outside a tent, from which shouts of "Kill him!" could be heard.

"Fight, fight, fight!"

"Good—"

"..."

Li Fei looked up and saw a wooden sign hanging at the entrance of the tent, which read 'Yellow Rank Stage Seven'.

"Sister Hua, bringing in a newbie?"

The person guarding the tent entrance greeted Sister Hua with a fawning smile.

"Yeah, arrange a fight for me as soon as possible. These two want to fight."

Sister Hua pointed to Li Fei and the fighter she brought.

"Alright, please come in."

After entering the tent, there was a one-meter-high square boxing stage in the center, surrounded by wire mesh.

Two men with bare upper bodies and no protective gear were fighting on the stage, both with blood on their hands and faces.

Fighting bare-knuckle was completely different from fighting with gloves. Here, almost every punch drew blood!

Around the stage were tiered stands, filled with people who were shouting ecstatically. The smell of smoke, sweat, foot odor, and blood mixed together, making it extremely unpleasant.

Li Fei and the black tower-like strongman were first taken to the registration desk in the backstage, where they needed to register their identities.

"Name?"

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

Liu San'er quickly explained to Li Fei, "Every fighter who goes on stage needs to choose a nickname. You should choose one for yourself too, for convenience."

"Blue-Faced Ghost."

Li Fei said in a low voice.

The blue demon mask gleamed in the dim light.

The person registering glanced at the blue demon mask Li Fei was wearing and didn't say much, writing the three words 'Blue-Faced Ghost' on the roster, with Liu San'er listed as the manager.

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

"Black Mountain."

The black tower strongman gave his name.

"Put these two in the next match."

After the registration was completed, Sister Hua said.

"No problem."

The person responsible for arranging the matches immediately agreed.

Next was the waiting. Liu San'er seized the time to introduce the rules of the boxing stage to Li Fei: "The fights here are divided into several types. The most common is fist fighting, where both sides fight barehanded without any protective gear to determine the winner. There's also weapon fighting, where both sides use weapons to determine the winner. The most brutal is the deathmatch, where one must die to end it. The Yellow Rank Boxing Stage can only host the most common fist fights. There are no rules, and it only ends when one side actively admits defeat or loses the ability to fight.

So, when you go up there to fight, either make your opponent lose the ability to fight so the referee announces your victory, or wait for the opponent to actively admit defeat. If you don't hear the referee announce victory or the opponent admit defeat, you must not stop, you have to keep fighting!"

Li Fei nodded and asked:

"Can the fighters bet?"

He believed that there must be gambling in such a place. The main income of Qingyuan Fist Fortress couldn't possibly come from ticket sales to the audience, but from gambling on the fights.

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

"Good, take this and bet it all on me to win later."

Li Fei took out a stack of paper money from his body and handed it to Liu San'er.

Liu San'er took the paper money and counted it. There was a total of 60 yuan, which couldn't help but shock him: "No way, brother, are you betting so big?"

In the Yellow Rank Boxing Stage, the bonus 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, which was indeed a very big bet.

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

Li Fei said.

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

Liu San'er shook his head and sighed.

A few minutes later, the two fighters on the stage had a winner. One of them was beaten with a face full of blood and fainted. The referee at ringside announced the victory of the match.

People in the surrounding stands cheered and cursed loudly.

"Everyone!"

A host walked onto the boxing stage and said loudly, "The next match is the debut battle of two newcomers. Please welcome the two newcomers to the stage!"

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

The audience didn't find it strange to see Li Fei wearing a mask. Many fighters in Qingyuan Fist Fortress also liked to wear masks or wear strange costumes to increase their popularity.

"Standing on my left, his nickname is Blue-Faced Ghost. As you can see from his mask, it's indeed very fitting."

"Standing on my right, his nickname is Black Mountain. Wow, this physique does indeed look like a Black Mountain."

"Alright, everyone has three minutes to place their bets."

Because they were both newcomers with no historical records, the audience could only judge who was more powerful based on their appearance.

Black Mountain's physique and steady temperament made him look very reassuring, so many viewers chose to bet on Black Mountain.

According to Li Fei's instructions, Liu San'er bet all 60 yuan on Blue-Faced Ghost to win.

After buying the tickets, he didn't know why, but he remembered Li Fei's words about making money standing up. Almost subconsciously, he took out 20 yuan from his pocket and also bet on Blue-Faced Ghost to win.

"Oh, so confident, betting so much?"

Sister Hua saw the handful of tickets in Liu San'er's hand and sneered, "I want to see how powerful this newcomer you found is!"

Liu San'er clenched the tickets 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 huge sound erupted from the audience.

In such an atmosphere, Black Mountain was not affected by the outside world and stared at Li Fei with a steady gaze.

Li Fei couldn't wait to make a move.

"Pfft—"

Sister Hua couldn't help but sneer from below the stage. Liu San'er also showed a worried look, feeling that Li Fei was too impulsive.

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

Bang! With a muffled sound, Black Mountain was struck and staggered backward.

"Whoa—"

Exclamations rang out from the audience.

Judging by their builds, Li Fei was a head shorter and much thinner than Black Mountain, and no one had expected him to unleash such power.

Li Fei stepped forward and continued to throw punches. Black Mountain, with surprise in his eyes, dared not take Li Fei's punches head-on, nimbly dodging to the side, and then reached out with both hands to grab Li Fei's arms.

He excelled at close-quarters grappling and wrestling. Once he got hold of an arm, he would be in his element!

In the next second, Black Mountain's hands firmly grasped Li Fei's right arm.

His eyes lit up, and a move he had practiced tens of thousands of times was instinctively unleashed: he used both hands to pull Li Fei's arm forward with force, while quickly turning around, leaning his back against Li Fei, ready to execute a fierce over-the-shoulder throw.

In his usual practice, Black Mountain could grab a two-hundred-pound sandbag and flip it onto the ground in a second! The boxing stage beneath their feet was a concrete surface, and being slammed onto such a surface would result in broken bones at the very least!

But just as Black Mountain exerted his force, Li Fei used his left hand to brace against his waist, and at the same time, a powerful force surged from Li Fei's right arm, preventing him from pulling Li Fei.

Black Mountain wanted to continue exerting force, but Li Fei's right hand had already grabbed his wrist in return, and he yanked it sharply to the right, while the left hand pressing on Black Mountain's waist pushed with force, tripping his feet.

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

He reacted quickly, immediately propping himself up with both hands, trying to push himself up.

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

Then Li Fei swiftly slammed an elbow hard into the back of Black Mountain's neck.

Bang! Like a hammer striking the floor, Black Mountain collapsed motionless on the ground, knocked unconscious.

After doing all this, Li Fei slowly stood up.

After a few seconds, confirming that Black Mountain was not moving, the referee at ringside announced the result of the match:

"Blue-Faced Ghost, wins!"