Crazy Gambler!!!

Night.

Fang Qingyu stood in the Audience Seats of the Combat Arena.

His gaze swept naturally over the surroundings.

The effects brought by Attribute Points were still powerful.

This time, Fang Qingyu had added them to his weakest attribute: speed.

The strength in his lower body increased once more.

At the same time, the soreness in the areas where he had applied medicine during the day was eased again, recovering by at least eighty percent. After another night's sleep, he could continue enduring painful yet joyful training tomorrow.

However, after finishing training today, Fang Qingyu was also somewhat puzzled.

Although Coach Zheng's attitude today hadn't exactly been warm, he had personally taught him throughout.

He had even called Zhao Feng over.

And Instructor Lin would personally teach him tomorrow as well.

It made him feel somewhat flattered.

So far, at the martial hall, Fang Qingyu hadn't encountered anyone who mocked others to their faces, acted arrogantly, or required connections before they would teach.

Whether it was Instructor Qin, Coach Zheng, or Zhao Feng, they had all treated him well.

It was so harmonious that it hardly seemed like a place where fists did the talking.

Instead, it felt more like

a greenhouse for cultivating martial artists?

Of course, Fang Qingyu was probably just overthinking it. Maybe Chenfeng Martial Hall simply had a better atmosphere.

"Fuck him!! Damn it, fuck him up!!!"

The noisy shouts of the audience pulled Fang Qingyu back to his senses.

In the ring, Zhang Meng, a Burly Man nearly two meters tall, swung his granite-like right arm.

Nicknamed "Iron Hammer," his knotted muscles swelled with every breath, while the tattoo of three gold championship belts on his left shoulder gleamed darkly beneath the spotlight.

Across from him, Chen Xiao, wearing a black mask, looked like a frail fallen leaf, swaying on the verge of collapse amid the Fist Wind.

"Thirteenth heavy punch!"

The commentator shouted in a cracking voice.

"Contestant Chen Xiao's room to evade has been compressed into the corner. Zhang Meng is about to end this ma—"

Before he could finish, Chen Xiao suddenly bent his knees and ducked low.

Zhang Meng's hook skimmed past his ear, and the force of the wind it raised tore off his mask.

A tsunami of gasps erupted from the Audience Seats. Beneath the mask was a face covered in scars, a knife wound running from brow bone to mouth like a grinning centipede.

Blood seeped from Chen Xiao's damaged mouthguard, but his narrow eyes shone with a terrifying brightness.

The instant Zhang Meng's missed swing pitched his center of gravity forward, Chen Xiao's right leg rose like a striking venomous snake, carving a bizarre upward arc.

Bang!!

The dull crack of shin striking jaw boomed through the arena speakers.

Zhang Meng's two-hundred-pound body crashed to the ground.

The referee beside them immediately rushed over and began slapping the mat as he counted down.

"Ten! Nine!... One!"

When the referee raised Chen Xiao's wrist, the entire Combat Arena seemed like a powder keg set ablaze.

Bottles of mineral water and banknotes rained down on the ring, while several Burly Men frantically tore apart the betting slips in their hands.

Fang Qingyu's temples throbbed.

He could feel that the Audience Seats

were unusually restless!!

Sure enough.

The next second, the alert skill icon began flashing rapidly.

Fang Qingyu moved at the same time.

He took three steps as one and leaped straight down the stairs.

Just as the first tattooed man was about to vault over the railing, Fang Qingyu had already ghosted behind him.

"Please remain seated."

With his right hand gripping the man's shoulder, Fang Qingyu's voice sounded beside his ear.

The tattooed man he touched instantly went limp like a fish with its bones pulled out, falling stiffly back into his seat.

His angry expression twisted into pain.

"Alright, alright, alright—let go, let go!!"

One dealt with.

There was still a second.

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Fang Qingyu turned and continued running upward.

A bald man dressed in ordinary clothes had completely lost his mind and was about to rise from his seat.

But he was still slower than Fang Qingyu.

Fang Qingyu clamped down hard on his left shoulder.

Yet when he was forced back into his seat, the bald man did not howl like the tattooed man had.

Instead, he suddenly pulled out his left hand wrapped in black cloth and reached toward Fang Qingyu.

A flash of cold light emerged from the black cloth. A serrated short blade tore through the air, stabbing straight for his throat!

His skin prickled with warning.

His rapid breathing stopped at that instant.

The next moment.

The hands of his watch seemed to freeze.

The entire world turned into viscous amber. He could see the fine beads of sweat hanging from the other man's eyelashes and the bloodshot madness in his eyes.

Fang Qingyu calmly reached out, gripped the man's wrist, and violently bent it upward.

Crack!!

"Ah—"

Before the sound of breaking bone could ring out, the bald man's scream had already echoed through the entire venue.

The previously frenzied Audience Seats were silenced by that scream.

Everyone turned their heads at once.

Blood continued spraying across the seats. The bald man writhed frantically between the rows, trying to lessen his pain.

"Everyone, please maintain order! Stay in your seats and don't move!!"

Fortunately, Lu Chen's voice came over the broadcast at that moment.

Soon, the other Security Guards surged over and restrained the bald man first.

"Are you okay?"

His colleagues looked at Fang Qingyu.

"I'm fine. He isn't."

Fang Qingyu calmly shook his head and pointed at the floor beside them.

Only when everyone turned to look did they discover a pool of blood on the ground, with a severed hand lying quietly in the Blood Pool beside the knife.

When he had twisted the man's wrist just now.

The knife hilt had also fallen from the air, landing perfectly between the bent back of the man's hand and wrist.

And he had... used a little too much force.

"Take him downstairs first."

After briefly bandaging the bald man's wound, they picked up the severed hand from the floor and quickly carried him away.

Inside the security office.

"Have some water."

Lu Chen stood to one side and handed him a cup.

"Thanks."

Fang Qingyu accepted the cup.

Seeing that his emotions had not fluctuated in the slightest, Lu Chen found it a little strange.

"You're not scared?"

This wasn't just a fight with a little blood spilled. There were dismembered body parts involved. The first time ordinary people encountered something like this, they would usually panic a little.

"Uh... I'm okay."

Fang Qingyu was thinking about that as well.

In terms of sheer gore, today had been far worse than the alley.

And this had also been his first time facing an armed opponent.

Yet his heart had not stirred in the slightest.

He had not felt even a trace of fear toward the knife.

It was as though he knew that even with a knife, the other man could not pose any threat to him.

There had not been the slightest hint of panic.

Otherwise, he would not have been able to enter the Dragon Hibernation Breath state at that moment.

"Young heroes truly do emerge in their youth."

Seeing that Fang Qingyu did not seem to be lying, Lu Chen could not help but sigh.

"The fact that he brought a knife this time was due to someone's negligence. Once I find out who it was, I'll give you an explanation."

"And you acted in self-defense, so you won't bear any responsibility."

Lu Chen walked over and patted Fang Qingyu on the shoulder.

After hearing that, Fang Qingyu was completely relieved. As long as it had not been excessive self-defense, everything was fine.

"I'll handle the rest. Do you want a few days of paid leave?"

"Uh..."

Fang Qingyu had originally been quite grateful, but at those words, he immediately looked up.

"No need. I'm fine, and I'm not hurt. I don't need any rest."

Resting was out of the question.

In fact, even without entering the Dragon Hibernation Breath state just now, he could have easily subdued the other man.

After all, the man had only been an ordinary person.

With one punch from him—

the other man's insomnia could have been cured immediately.

"Haha, alright then. If you want to work, I can't exactly stop you. I'll double this month's salary for you. It'll be included in tonight's bonus."

Seeing that Fang Qingyu genuinely wanted to work, Lu Chen could not help laughing.

"Then thank you, Brother Chen."

Only then did Fang Qingyu stand up in satisfaction and leave the Combat Arena.

Before long, Lu Chen was the only one left in the office.

He opened the surveillance footage on the computer of Fang Qingyu stopping the bald man earlier.

He frowned and watched it for a long while.

Then he opened the alley surveillance footage Brother Jiao had sent him earlier.

His gaze kept shifting between the two videos.

At last, he picked up his phone.

"Brother Jiao, you were right."