Gang Boxer

On the top floor of the Thunder Dragon Bar, inside the private suite that doubled as an office for Zhou Hu.

Yu Feng pushed the door open and saw Zhou Hu swivel his boss chair halfway around, turning from the window to face him.

"Coach Yu, what brings you here?"

Yu Feng glanced at him without a word, walking instead to the window to look down at the two fighters stepping onto the ring.

"It's Li Jun."

He said indifferently.

Zhou Hu walked over as well, then plopped down onto the sofa.

He picked up a bottle of foreign liquor, poured it into a crystal glass, took a sip, and smacked his lips.

"It is. He wants to sign a contract, so I'm checking his quality."

"You're letting a newcomer test him?"

Yu Feng raised an eyebrow.

Zhou Hu looked him over and chuckled.

"Coach Yu, are you not confident in the newcomer you've been training?"

Yu Feng stared back at him and said slowly:

"I just think that with this kind of gap, you won't be able to see what Li Jun is truly capable of."

Zhou Hu looked at him, neither confirming nor denying.

"Is that so? Who knows? I think that kid might still have some tricks up his sleeve."

He swirled the glass in his hand, watching the amber liquid form a vortex, a trace of obsession flashing in his eyes.

"If you don't use some force, how can you tell if someone is the right candidate?"

Yu Feng's brows twitched.

"If the force is too great, you might just crush them to death."

"If they can't even withstand this, then dying is just dying. It makes no difference to me."

The scar on Zhou Hu's face twisted, and he tilted his head back, draining the glass in one gulp.

On the ring.

Chen Chong wore a black tight-fitting T-shirt, matching athletic shorts, and white sneakers.

The burly man opposite him wore only white shorts, his upper body completely bare, revealing a green dragon tattoo coiled around his shoulders and back, along with various scars and even bullet marks.

He wasn't particularly tall, standing just around 1.8 meters, and his muscles weren't as bulky as Zhang Yao's or as robust as Yu Feng's; they simply looked exceptionally dense and powerful.

His rigid face was gloomy, and his messy, chopped hair bounced with his light footwork, swaying like wild grass.

Li Jun looked restless, sullen, and vicious.

He stared at Chen Chong and said coldly:

"I can't tell how you killed Zhang Yao."

Chen Chong felt the dangerous aura radiating from across the ring, his expression remaining calm.

"It's fine, you can go ask him later."

Whoa!

The audience erupted in an uproar, watching the stage with excitement.

They hadn't expected that Li Jun, the god of slaughter, would be the one receiving a death threat!

Although Li Jun didn't like to show off like Zhang Yao, he was equally popular among the audience because he always drew blood whenever he struck.

He truly lived up to the reputation of the guy who killed Zhang Yao with explosive methods in the last match... The moment news of Chen Chong taking the stage today was released, the bar's foot traffic was significantly higher than average.

Li Jun's face darkened instantly, and he said viciously:

"You're quite arrogant for a young man. I'll make you regret this soon. I'm going to kill you, and then next time, I'll make my move to become an Official Fighter!"

"It seems you won't have the chance to sign that contract."

Chen Chong replied with a smile.

Seeing that the tension had reached its peak, the referee signaled for the two to stand apart, gestured between them, and then swung his arm down sharply!

As he retreated rapidly to the edge of the ring, both Chen Chong and Li Jun assumed standard guards. The difference was that Li Jun's guard was much looser.

But that by no means meant he had any openings.

Wang Li had previously spent a long time analyzing the characteristics of gang fighters with Chen Chong—which were also the typical traits of Li Jun.

Their technical and tactical movements weren't very standard, and many were purely unorthodox, but most were forged in countless bloody brawls on the streets, making them absolutely practical.

Furthermore, beyond standard combat techniques, their repertoire included many dirty tricks; the groin, throat, and eyes were always their primary targets.

Someone had once calculated that Li Jun had gouged more eyes and crushed more testicles in the ring than all the other Official Fighters combined.

Chen Chong watched Li Jun's aggressive gaze and posture, slowly shifting his feet.

Li Jun constantly changed his positioning, his body leaning forward in a series of feints, accompanied by rhythmic shouts of "Hey!" and "Ha!" as he tested the waters.

Yet, as time dragged on, his movements remained purely exploratory, leaving the audience bewildered.

Since when had Li Jun, known for his aggressive and ruthless style, become so conservative?

He looked like nothing more than a monkey jumping around in place.

Li Jun, however, was growing increasingly cautious.

Having survived the streets and dominated as an Official Fighter, he was no mindless brute.

He had probed so many times, yet his opponent hadn't taken the bait even once.

Either his eyes were incredibly sharp, his composure was rock-solid, or perhaps both.

Regardless, these were signs of a solid foundation; he had at least five years of systematic training... looking at how young he was, he must have been practicing since childhood.

Li Jun snorted, though he felt no real concern.

He had sent plenty of opponents of this type to their graves.

The fastest solution was simple: a direct, overwhelming assault!

Li Jun excelled at dirty tricks, but he was also a master of heavy, powerful strikes.

With his Beam Setting technique nearing perfection, few Official Fighters could withstand his onslaught!

Sensing the shift in the situation, a sharp glint flashed in Li Jun's eyes, and with a strange cry, he lunged forward!

Seeing Li Jun finally make his move, Chen Chong narrowed his eyes.

He lived up to his reputation; his movement was fast as lightning, closing the distance in an instant.

Watching the jab shoot toward his face like a spear, Chen Chong instinctively activated his Breathing Method. After twisting his head to dodge, he slapped his palm toward the other fist Li Jun had kept in reserve.

Fist and palm collided, and Chen Chong's arm vibrated; it felt as if a hammer had struck him.

The force was far superior to Zhang Yao's, though thankfully, it didn't hurt much.

His hand followed the momentum to seize Li Jun's wrist, while his other hand circled around, ready to execute a Grappling Style from his Combat Drill.

Although Li Jun was still surprised that Chen Chong's palm strike felt immovable, his body reacted instinctively to the maneuver. His left hand retracted like an eel, and his empty right hand quickly pulled back, aiming to claw at Chen Chong's ear.

As Chen Chong's grab met empty air, he sensed the wind behind his head. With a rhythmic exhale, he took a large step back, narrowly avoiding Li Jun's right hand and creating distance.

Before he had even steadied himself, Chen Chong followed the momentum of his retreat, spinning around to deliver a roundhouse kick aimed at the side of Li Jun's head!

Though Li Jun was fast, he couldn't dodge this clever, momentum-driven kick, and was forced to cross his arms over his head, taking the blow head-on.

He stumbled, rolled on the ground, and perfectly dissipated the force. Though uninjured, he climbed to his feet and glared at Chen Chong, his expression dark.

"Damn, Li Jun actually got kicked away!"

"What kind of background does this Chen Chong have? Is he going to take down Li Jun after killing Zhang Yao?"

"Li Jun is supposed to sign a contract! If he actually loses, does this guy go from a warm-up match to an official one, and then straight to a contract?"

"No way! I put a lot of money on this! Waiter, bring me a 'Green Mood'!"

"It's fine, it's fine. Li Jun looks disheveled, but he's still just testing him. Once he brings out his real skills, this kid won't be able to hold on."

In the private box, Zhou Hu watched the ring and chuckled.

"See? I told you he had some tricks up his sleeve!"

Yu Feng didn't answer, his eyes fixed intently on Chen Chong, revealing a strange flicker of emotion.

On the stage.

Li Jun brushed the dust off his body and said with a grim face:

"Your kung fu is indeed well-practiced."

Chen Chong smiled slightly:

"Thanks. Do you want to concede?"

"Hmph. I'm telling you, this ends here."

A fierce light flashed in Li Jun's eyes:

"Your level cannot possibly exceed mine, and your experience is nowhere near mine. You don't know how many life-and-death battles I've endured to reach this point, but you will soon discover just how vast the gap between us is!"

With that, he lunged forward two steps and launched a flying kick directly at Chen Chong's chest!

Chen Chong's eyes flashed; he abandoned the idea of catching the kick mid-air to end the fight in front of everyone.

He dodged to the side, and as he turned, he saw Li Jun had already landed and was already slashing a palm toward him!

Chen Chong was unfazed; his left hand moved to intercept Li Jun's right wrist, while his right fist struck toward Li Jun's face.

However, Li Jun changed tactics this time. Ignoring Chen Chong's attack, he widened his eyes, let out a strange cry, and thrust the index and middle fingers of his left hand toward Chen Chong's eyes in a Two Dragons Playing with a Pearl.

Chen Chong frowned. He wasn't sure if his Taotie form would make his eyes immune to such a vicious strike, so he had to retract his right fist and hold his palm vertically to block the attack.

Falling half a beat behind, Li Jun immediately seized the initiative. Like a madman, he let out a series of strange cries, disregarding his own defense and raining blows toward Chen Chong's head, face, throat, heart, and abdomen.

His strikes were incredibly precise, always tracing the optimal path to a vital point, and his hands moved with such lightning speed that to the audience, they were nothing more than a blur.

Chen Chong adopted a purely defensive stance, needing his full concentration to parry every one of Li Jun's attacks. Fortunately, his combat techniques and Breathing Method had both reached a level of proficiency that allowed him to keep pace with Li Jun, occasionally even unleashing sharp counterattacks.

But Li Jun was like a madman; he ignored Chen Chong's attacks entirely. Whenever Chen Chong opened up to counter, Li Jun would immediately unleash an even more vicious maneuver, aiming solely for Chen Chong's vitals, even if it meant they both ended up crippled. Chen Chong was forced back by these same tactics several times in quick succession, soon falling into a state of total passivity.

Watching this style of trading injury for injury and striking only at vitals, the audience held their breath, pressured by the intensity of dancing on the edge of a blade.

Li Jun himself stared with wide eyes, his aura both murderous and brimming with confidence.

He believed that even among the fighters in this underground ring, no one possessed his level of ruthlessness. He had come from the streets, starting as a bottom-tier gang member, and had fought countless brawls and committed countless acts of cruelty to climb to the position of a leader, only to flee to the Wasteland after a betrayal, becoming an inescapable Thunder Dragon Official Fighter.

He was ruthless to his enemies and even more so to himself; he truly did not care if he was injured.

Once, he had faced an opponent in the ring who was stronger than him. He had been losing, but he used this same suicidal tactic, gradually making his opponent falter. Despite the opponent having the advantage, he was eventually beaten to death, punch by punch, by Li Jun. When he was hoisted up by the referee, drenched in blood, he had barely been able to stand by leaning on the official, but that night, besides the frenzied crowd, even Zhou Hu had applauded him from the VIP box.

This time, Li Jun intended to use the same method to kill Chen Chong.

This was enough to prove how troublesome Chen Chong was; whenever he used this method of attack, his opponents usually couldn't hold out for long.

But Chen Chong had already been standing his ground for a while, and even though he had fallen into a passive position, he remained steady and methodical.

Furthermore, he gradually began to do the same as Li Jun, choosing to trade injury for injury.

Chen Chong had clearly grown tired of the formalities of a standard fight.

Having familiarized himself with his opponent's rhythm, Chen Chong chose to ignore any attack that wasn't aimed directly at his eyes, throat, or other lethal vitals, choosing instead to trade punch for punch.

Li Jun sneered.

So he finally lost his composure.

Comparing ruthlessness? No one could beat him!

Comparing durability? Among the Official Fighters, no one had a deeper foundation than him!

By choosing the same tactics, he was the only one who could win!

He landed a punch on Chen Chong, causing him to pause, while he himself felt a jolt.

But he was completely fearless, raining punches down on Chen Chong like a storm.

The young man across from him, who didn't know the height of the sky or the depth of the earth, did the same. Both men completely abandoned their defenses, beginning to pour attacks into one another.

This straightforward, violent exchange made the audience's blood boil, flushing their faces red and drawing deafening cheers!

They screamed the names of the two men, cheering them on, urging them to hammer the other to death and not to fall!

However, it was clear that the audience supporting Li Jun far outnumbered those supporting Chen Chong.

Yet, amidst the cheers of the crowd, Li Jun gradually realized something was wrong.

Why does this guy's bones feel so hard?

Blood was already trickling from the corner of his mouth, though he forced himself not to spit it out; conversely, Chen Chong was full of vigor, his expression calm, as if the punches landing on his body weren't hitting him at all!

Li Jun was filled with doubt and fear. He was already vomiting blood, so how could Chen Chong have no reaction?

Is he faking it? But his punches remained powerful, while Li Jun could only muster sixty or seventy percent of his strength.

Should I keep going? I'm already nearing my limit...

No! It's impossible for anyone to be more ruthless than me.

Li Jun gritted his teeth and persisted, blood spilling from his lips, staining his chin, his chest, and then the ring floor beneath his feet.

After trading blows for a few more rounds, Li Jun found that Chen Chong's expression remained indifferent.

He stared closely and saw that Chen Chong's eyes were like a lake, reflecting his own disheveled figure.

Something is wrong...

By the time he realized the oddity, it was already too late.

Li Jun stumbled back a few steps, clutching his chest, his mouth full of blood:

"You?! You... cough, cough... don't you feel pain?"

Chen Chong lowered his hands and slowly closed in on Li Jun:

"I'm a man with a bit of backbone."

Watching Chen Chong approach, Li Jun retreated step by step in fear, his previous arrogance completely gone.

However, the referee had no intention of calling the match early, and Li Jun was too proud to be the first to surrender; besides, he didn't know if it would even work on Chen Chong, who had literally stomped Zhang Yao's head into a pulp.

Watching Chen Chong press forward, Li Jun grew increasingly nervous.

Suddenly, his back tightened—he had hit the ropes.

There was nowhere left to retreat.

His heart leaped into his throat as he looked at Chen Chong. Li Jun's entire body was tense, his eyes flickering with madness.

The reflection of Chen Chong in his eyes grew larger and clearer. He kept walking, slowly approaching, closer and closer, bearing down on him as he was backed into the corner, still coming...

It was only a few steps, but in Li Jun's perception, it felt agonizingly long.

Until Chen Chong took one more step, crossing the threshold of Li Jun's endurance.

He finally couldn't help but move—

His eyes rolled back, his body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground.

As luck would have it, when he fainted, he pressed against the lower rope and rolled right out of the ring.

In the silent gaze of the entire arena, Li Jun tumbled a few times and rolled smoothly into the tunnel.