Besides challenges, another rule in underground boxing is the gauntlet, which is the most popular type of final fight and a favorite among gamblers and big spenders.
This method requires the winning boxer to keep going. With each victory, the odds increase, the prize money increases, and the boxer's reputation naturally rises.
In underground boxing, a winning streak of twenty matches is generally considered the highest, also known as a Grand Slam.
However, it's rare for someone to achieve a 20-fight winning streak; generally speaking, a 10-fight winning streak is enough to make someone a top-tier boxer.
The bearded man had a nine-game winning streak, a remarkable achievement in Zhou City's black market, which gave him confidence in his words.
Gu Chen glanced at the bearded man. He was the most powerful among them, having reached the Mid Initiation Realm. From an ordinary person's perspective, he was indeed an outstanding fighter.
"You think you're very capable," Gu Chen said.
The bearded man looked at Gu Chen disdainfully and said, "At least I'm better than you!"
Although Gu Chen was shrouded in a black robe, his thin arms and legs made him much smaller than them, so it was no wonder that the bearded man looked down on him.
Gu Chen nodded, and then suddenly threw a punch.
Thump!
The bearded man stumbled backward as if struck a heavy blow, then collapsed to the ground.
"You!" The bearded man clutched his chest, fell to the ground, and glared angrily at Gu Chen.
"Do you still think you're strong?" Gu Chen said coldly, "You can't even withstand one of my punches. If I were to press my advantage on the ring, you'd already be dead."
"You attacked me from behind!" Despite the pain in his chest, the bearded man stood up, gritting his teeth as he looked at Gu Chen.
"You're not convinced?" Gu Chen's eyes turned cold. "I only used less than a tenth of my strength just now, otherwise you wouldn't be able to stand up now."
"What a braggart!" The bearded man felt greatly humiliated. His eyes narrowed, and he charged towards Gu Chen, raising his arm to throw a punch.
His punch brought with it a powerful gust of wind, and it came crashing down with tremendous force!
"Master." A murderous glint flashed in Zhao Bo's eyes!
Gu Chen waved his hand, then stood still without dodging or flinching, letting the bearded man's fists pound on him.
Bang!
A muffled thud echoed through the space. After Gu Chen's body was struck by the bearded man's fist, he didn't move at all, not even the slightest sway.
On the contrary, the bearded man let out a miserable scream and retreated in panic!
He clutched his fist, staring at Gu Chen in horror. He felt as if he had not only struck a steel plate, but also a piece of hot iron tumbling in a furnace. The back of his hand felt scorched, the sensation shooting straight to his heart.
However, before he could fully recover from the shock, Gu Chen's body swayed and instantly appeared in front of him. Then, he grabbed him by the neck and lifted his nearly 200-pound body with one hand!
"Now, are you convinced?"
Gu Chen stared coldly at the bearded man.
When Gu Chen appeared, the other three boxers were completely unaware. Only when they saw him lift up his beard did they realize what was happening, their eyes filled with horror!
How did it appear?
And how could he be so strong?!
The bearded man was lifted into the air by Gu Chen, and the higher he was lifted, the reddened his face. Because his breathing was cut off, the veins on his face bulged, making him look extremely terrifying.
Just when he felt like he was suffocating, Gu Chen suddenly pushed him away.
The bearded man was tossed onto the sofa, and a feeling of relief welled up inside him, filling his chest!
Looking at Gu Chen, the disdain and contempt in his eyes had completely vanished, replaced by a sense of horror.
His gaze was more terrifying than that of the boxer who had defeated him with nine consecutive wins—no, it should be said that he was more brutal and terrifying than those with more than ten consecutive wins!
Gu Chen stood there, unmoving as a mountain, yet it was like a dark cloud pressing down, directly enveloping his heart. The force of his aura was so strong that it seemed to bind his feet and arms, rendering him unable to move!
Do you accept it?
Just then, Gu Chen's voice rang out again, without any deliberate air of superiority, but filled with an undeniable authority.
The bearded man dared not say anything more at this moment. He had realized the gap between himself and Gu Chen, which could be described as an insurmountable chasm.
"I admit defeat." The bearded man lowered his head.
"Very good." Gu Chen nodded, then looked at the other three and said, "Do you have any complaints about what I said earlier?"
The three black boxers shook their heads like rattles.
It's a joke. Even the bearded man wasn't a match for Gu Chen, and was so easily defeated. How could they dare to challenge Gu Chen? Most of these people in the underground boxing scene are people who risk their lives for money. If it weren't for the money, who would be willing to sign a death warrant to fight in underground boxing matches?
It is precisely because their lives are so precarious on the ring that they cherish their lives even more.
The strength Gu Chen has displayed now has not only instilled fear in them, but also made them feel that he is unattainable.
"Go stand over there," Gu Chen said calmly.
The bearded man chuckled sheepishly, quickly got up from the sofa, and stood between his three companions.
Gu Chen sat down again, took a sip of tea, and said calmly, "Do you know why I came to find you?"
"I don't know." The bearded man glanced at Gu Chen with lingering fear and said in a muffled voice.
Indeed, given the strength Gu Chen just displayed, he could easily dominate the Zhou City black market. If he needed to find someone to fight in underground boxing matches, he wouldn't need to contact them at all.
"I want you to achieve a 20-game winning streak," Gu Chen said calmly. "There's 40 million in this card, 10 million each. After you complete the Grand Slam, this money is yours."
What?
All four of them were taken aback.
Twenty consecutive wins? Are you kidding me?
"Not enough?" Gu Chen's lips curled into a cold smile.
Indeed, if one could achieve a twenty-game winning streak on the black market, the prize money alone would be worth hundreds of millions. Gu Chen's offer of only ten million is a bit too little.
"Tell me, what's your winning streak?" Gu Chen crossed his legs, pointed at the bearded man, and said, "You don't need to tell me, I already know."
The bearded man gave an awkward smile.
The other three players also started counting their wins: four, six, and seven in a row.
"Too weak." Gu Chen said bluntly after hearing this, "How long do you think it will take you to achieve a twenty-game winning streak?"
"Those who can reach that number should at least be martial artists at the Bone-Forge Realm," the bearded man said. "We can't do it."
"Very good, you've learned to answer quickly." Gu Chen smiled faintly and said, "Then tell me, what gives you the right to complain about the small number?"
The four men's faces flushed red. Although Gu Chen was telling the truth, it still sounded rather harsh.
"Zhao Bo," Gu Chen called out calmly.
Zhao Bo immediately came out.
Gu Chen said, "He's a guide in the black market; you should be quite familiar with him. Zhao Bo, show them what you've got."
"This..." Zhao Bo hesitated.
Gu Chen said calmly, "Let them see your strength."
"Yes!" Zhao Bo dared not disobey Gu Chen's orders, and immediately stood still, focusing his energy in his dantian.
Drink!
With a muffled roar, his aura suddenly exploded!
As heavy as a mountain, as vast as the sea!
The four boxers' expressions changed drastically!
Late Bone-Forge Realm?!
They stared in horror at Zhao Bo, this crazy old man they had never taken seriously, who actually possessed such strength?
How is that possible?
Was the entire black market deceived by his appearance?
Zhao Bo is my disciple.
At this moment, Gu Chen's voice came again, saying, "You've only been following me for a short time."