The Fateful Boxing Ring

2024-08-26

The Fateful Boxing Ring

"God Hunter?" Xia Hongyao swept her gaze across the scene, taking in everything in the camp.

Thirty-odd meters ahead stood a raised platform built from dozens of scrapped cars. Two people were fighting on it.

One of them wore tight red leather pants and was bare-chested, with a wide belt around his waist, like the gold belt awarded to a boxing champion.

The boxer stood over two meters tall, his body packed with bulging muscles. Sweat glistened on him, lending him not only a powerful masculine beauty but also an overwhelming air of menace.

"That guy has to be a monster, right?"

Jin Yingzhen couldn't see the boxer's head. He wore an oversized red helmet covered in graffiti of every color.

The most eye-catching mark was probably the green skull on the back of the helmet. It looked as if it might burst into flames at any moment.

His opponent was a middle-aged man in a suit. He was already battered and bruised, his body mottled purple and blue, and covered in blood.

He was still alive, not because he could take a beating, but because the boxer was playing with him like a toy!

Below the car-built ring stood a hundred or so people, divided into two distinct groups.

One group wore all sorts of mismatched clothes, and they were filthy. They looked like native wastelanders from the post-apocalyptic world. Their weapons included machetes, bows and crossbows, and firearms like AK47s and M4A1s wrapped in bandages—all battered and worn-looking.

Xia Hongyao thought those guns would blow up and kill their owners before they ever managed to shoot anyone.

The other group's clothes and appearance made it obvious that they were the unfortunate people who'd been caught up in this after attending the auction that