Blood burst? Explosion!!

"Muay Thai fighters like low roundhouse kicks to the shins, feints followed by knee strikes to the neck, their rear elbow hides a powerful finishing blow, and they often follow a whip kick with a step-in left hook."

An hour later, Fang Qingyu sat below the stage, watching the reigning champion. He had already analyzed the opponent's attack patterns thoroughly.

At the same time, the danger to himself under the Dragon Hibernation Breath state wasn't significant.

So, after the opponent KO'd another fighter.

Fang Qingyu raised his hand.

The stage was still filled with cheers of victory as staff members came to escort Fang Qingyu away.

"If you wish to concede, you just need to call out or raise your hand, and the referee will..."

In the waiting room, a staff member was explaining the rules.

Aside from not being allowed to attack sensitive areas like the eyes.

Everything else was fair game.

Strikes like groin kicks would result in immediate disqualification and accountability.

"It'll be your turn soon."

The staff member reminded him from the side.

Fang Qingyu rose from his chair and began warming up.

A few Stance Training movements got his entire body feeling alive.

When the announcement for contestant number 87, Fang Qing, echoed through the broadcast, Fang Qingyu took a deep breath and walked towards the tunnel.

LED light strips cast blood-red ripples on the damp walls.

As he passed a corner, a sudden wave of sound erupted ahead. Through the white light spilling from the end of the tunnel, countless hands surged.

As soon as he emerged, the audience erupted in frenzied shouts.

"Odds are 1.07 to 9.6! This rookie is asking for death! Hahahaha!"

"Betting exceeded a million within five minutes of the opening! Damn!"

"If this guy can last through two of Shamasong's roundhouse kicks, I'll eat my own shit on stream!!"

Fang Qingyu ignored them all and walked directly to the edge of the stage.

The moment the iron gate lifted, the distinct smell of leather and rust from blood hit him.

Fang Qingyu walked up the steps into the blinding spotlight. He could even glimpse the scene in the second-floor VIP boxes, where several tattooed men were making throat-slitting gestures at him.

So, this is what it feels like to truly stand on the stage.

Fang Qingyu found it quite peculiar.

Everyone's counting you out.

But you're the one who's fighting back the hardest!

"The moment the bell rings, the match begins. Moving before that will be considered a loss. Crossing this line counts as a loss!"

The referee walked up to Fang Qingyu and quickly reiterated the final rules.

"To win, there are only two ways: either knock him down, or he concedes!"

"Now!!!"

"Both contestants, prepare yourselves!!"

Fang Qingyu twisted his neck and looked at his opponent through his mask.

His stance was relaxed, as if he could pounce at any moment.

However...

There wasn't much danger.

The instant the bell rang, Shamasong planted his right foot, tilting his upper body forward about 30 degrees, lunging like a leopard.

But Fang Qingyu was faster!

There wasn't a trace of expression behind his mask as he instantly entered the Dragon Hibernation Breath state.

He extended his left hand to the upper left, grabbing the opponent's right wrist, and stepped forward with his right foot as a pivot.

Then, his entire right arm suddenly wrapped around the opponent's elbow joint like a python's constrict.

Before the boos from the audience had even died down, his foot had traced a semicircle on the ground. He stepped back, then rotated counter-clockwise. The force from his waist, hips, shoulders, and back accumulated like a tsunami.

Shamasong's pupils contracted. His years of ring experience made him instinctively bend his knees and lean back, but he was shocked by the searing pain from his captured wrist!

The next second...

"Thud!"

Shamasong's back slammed violently against the steel wires of the octagon. The sound of vibrating metal and the audience's gasps merged into a piercing wave of noise.

The commentator's data card scattered on the floor: "Damn it! Shamasong was instantly defeated by Fang Qing!! You're not mistaken!! An instant kill!!"

He was sent flying, crashed heavily into the steel wires, and then fell to the ground.

He really couldn't get up again.

The referee, having finished his count, walked over to Fang Qingyu with a look of surprise and raised his right hand.

"Winner. Fang Qing!!!"

But instead of cheers, he was met with a torrent of angry curses.

The referee was used to it.

Tonight, several more gamblers would be meeting their end on the rooftop.

"Are you still going to defend the ring?"

"I am."

Fang Qingyu nodded.

He hadn't even tried the Ancient Method yet, so how could he step down?

He had to see just how strong he was right now!

"Fang Qing will be the new ring master!!!"

"Now!!"

"You losers who lost money, your chance for revenge has arrived!!!"

The referee walked to the edge of the stage, looking down at the other contestants with a playful smirk, deliberately provoking them and the audience.

Fang Qingyu ignored what happened next.

All he needed to do now was wait for the next challenger.

He took the opportunity to glance at his status panel.

The Muay Thai Fighter from earlier had provided 16 experience points.

Not bad at all.

A few more fights like that, and he'd be able to activate a new profession.

Thinking of this, Fang Qingyu couldn't help but feel a little excited about what skills this new profession might bring.

Amidst the crowd's roars, a contestant in the waiting area couldn't hold back any longer.

"I'll go!"

"Go, go, go, beat him to death!!!"

"Beat him to death, and I'll book a room for you!!!"

Fang Qingyu glanced at him from the stage.

[Boxer]

He was solidly built with a stable stance.

But he didn't feel threatening in the slightest.

Ultimately, the burly man collapsed to the ground after a single straight punch from Fang Qingyu, unable to stand up again.

Although they hadn't tested punching power today, this punch alone must have been over 150KG.

It landed on his left ribcage; Fang Qingyu himself probably wouldn't have been able to withstand it.

However, after this Boxer.

The pace of challengers slowed down a bit.

Fang Qingyu checked the time at the side of the arena. It was 2:30 AM.

The venue would close in another hour and a half.

So, in order to activate his new profession before closing time, Fang Qingyu walked directly to the edge of the stage, sat on the wire mesh, and said something to the people in the waiting area.

Something he'd learned in his previous life, very effective at attracting hatred.

"Is that all?"

This move completely enraged everyone.

Including some guests in other private rooms.

Those who hadn't planned to participate were sent down by their bosses.

But after three fights...

Fang Qingyu had accumulated five consecutive victories!!

Still, no one had managed to injure him, or even land a single punch.

"I'll give it a try."

In the increasingly frenzied atmosphere, a person slowly walked down from the second floor.

He was wearing a purple Training Uniform of a different style.

[Martial Arts Apprentice]

A dazzling professional title, just like his own.

Fang Qingyu watched from the stage, feeling a sense of danger from his opponent for the first time.

But Qi Hao had said

Momentum only indicated a person's danger level, not the outcome of a real fight.

Even if his opponent seemed dangerous to him.

There was still a chance to defeat him!

"Hoo."

Fang Qingyu took a deep breath and relaxed his body.

"Finally, a chance to try the Ancient Method."

"Ander Martial Hall, please guide me!"

After stepping onto the stage, the opponent didn't start with insults like others. Instead, he clasped his hands into fists.

Oh, this...

Fang Qingyu hadn't learned this, so he could only imitate.

The two said nothing more.

They simply waited for the moment the bell rang.

"Ding—"

The instant the bell vibrated, the opponent vanished from his spot.

Fang Qingyu knew from the start that he couldn't be careless in this fight, so he activated Dragon Hibernation Breath simultaneously.

But as soon as the afterimage of the opponent raising his hand appeared in his pupils.

"Slap!"

The opponent had already jabbed his fingers, like a sword, towards his chest. The moment Fang Qingyu blocked with his arm, a strange spiral force coursed through his forearm.

His entire arm instantly went numb, as if scalding lead had been poured into it.

His opponent had learned a martial art!!

This bizarre scene made Fang Qingyu immediately realize the seriousness of the situation.

Therefore, he no longer held back.

"Blood Burst, activate!!!"

The next moment, his eardrums were filled with the roaring sound of boiling magma, and the capillaries under his skin burst, weaving a spiderweb-like pattern of blood vessels on his skin.

Fang Qingyu's face contorted.

This wasn't Blood Burst, this was an explosion!!!

He felt his entire body brimming with power, and if he didn't release it, he would explode!

Looking at the two fingers that had already reached his chest.

He subconsciously threw a punch back at his opponent!!!

Bang—

The entire venue fell silent.