Sunset dusk, the sky awash in crimson clouds.
Today, the Black Fist Arena in Sin City's central district witnessed the birth of a legend.
An unknown young man successfully defended the ring for thirty-two consecutive rounds, setting the twin all-time records for most consecutive defenses and highest prize money.
One contestant after another suffered humiliating defeats, while the spectators screamed themselves mad.
At last, sensing that the effects of his rehabilitation training had reached their peak, Ye Chen wisely stopped while he was ahead. Before countless staring eyes, he collected that heavy bag of prize money and left behind nothing but a cold, domineering silhouette.
Ye Chen and Daigman left the block one after the other, then walked side by side along the broad avenue.
While the prize money in Ye Chen's hands was indeed exceedingly generous, Daigman's gains were no less impressive.
Following Ye Chen's pre-match instructions, Daigman had bet everything on Ye Chen in every match he fought that day.
Although he had not started with much capital, Ye Chen's string of high odds at the beginning, coupled with his many consecutive victories afterward, caused Daigman's winnings to double again and again, accumulating into an ultimately absurd sum.
The two came to a secluded corner by a wall and roughly calculated their earnings for the day.
"Thirty-four, thirty-five, thirty-six..."
With trembling fingers, Daigman counted the total gold coins in the two money bags. Then his body went weak as he leaned against the wall, murmuring in a low voice, his face full of shock:
"Forty-two gold coins. A full forty-two gold coins!"
"Even if I worked until the day I died, I could never earn this much money!"
"It's simply unbelievable..."
Faced with such an enormous windfall, Daigman was beside himself with joy, nearly on the verge of