One of the ring-defense arenas in the Black Fist Grounds was in the midst of a blazing match, surrounded by a throng of spectators.
A lean, agile fighter with a long braid tied behind his head used both fists and legs, his moves varied and tricky, quickly driving his opponent all the way into a corner of the ring.
Before long, the braided man threw an uppercut that landed squarely on his opponent's chin, knocking him unconscious and winning this round of ring defense.
"Whoa! That was beautiful, Long-Braid Liang!"
"You've successfully defended the ring three times in a row! The prize pool has now built up to eight silver coins!"
"My money on you wasn't wasted! Keep it up! I'm counting on you to earn back this month's drinking money!"
Listening to the cheers of the spectators and gamblers, the man known as "Long-Braid Liang" raised his arms smugly in response.
"Heh! I'm really feeling it today! So all you gambling addicts need to do is shut your stinking mouths and put your money on me! Come on, who's the next challenger? While the entry fee's still low, hurry up and come help me keep building the prize pool!"
And just as Long-Braid Liang was laughing and shouting, Ye Chen, dressed in a shirt, stepped out of the crowd and mounted the ring in a single stride.
"Oh? Who's this kid? Never seen him before!"
"Wow, he's really tall—at least one meter ninety, right?"
"And those features are handsome too. Strange, is he some young master from a wealthy family?"
Ye Chen's entrance stirred the atmosphere throughout the arena to an even greater height.
Long-Braid Liang looked at Ye Chen, who stood half a head taller than him, and at the powerful physique hidden beneath his shirt. His brows