As soon as Ning Qing stepped onto the competition stage, she felt a highly aggressive gaze.

Such a gaze was very unpleasant, and Ning Qingwei frowned slightly.

Seeing his opponent's blatant provocation with his eyes, then giving him the middle finger and mouthing "idiot" in an exaggerated way, he felt a chill run down his spine.

Ning Qing curled her lip, wanting nothing more than to trample that person under her feet.

This opponent completely killed her interest in playing tag.

It must be said that the opponent's pre-match provocation was very successful this time!

He's so good it makes you want to smash his head in! Grind him into the ground and beat him senseless!

With the referee's shout of "Start!"

Nuby, the muscular man on the other side, launched the first attack.

He raised his hand high, clenched it into a fist, and smashed it down on Ning Qing's head like a hammer.

Ning Qing's gaze sharpened, and she stepped aside to avoid it.

While dodging the iron fist, both hands moved swiftly and grabbed the iron arm at the same time.

This iron wall is made of real iron; it feels hard to the touch.

Ning Qing pulled hard... well... a little embarrassing! She couldn't budge the man who was as solid as a rock.

Just as this brief delay wasted, Nubi's iron fist struck again.

Ning Qing took a step back to avoid the attack, but Nubi's fists rained down on her relentlessly, giving her no chance to catch her breath.

His fighting style is all about fierce attacks and quick victories.

Ning Qing had already retreated to the edge of the arena. With one last effort, she threw another punch, a victorious smile spreading across her face.

The audience members below the stage had various expressions on their faces. Those who were happy about Binubi's victory stood up and shouted, "Kill him! Kill him! Hurry up and bring the fist down!"

Some who bet on Ning Qing to win stood up angrily and shouted.

"Ji Ningqing, if you dare to lose this match to me, I'll kill you."

"I've staked everything on you."

The audiences on both sides had different feelings; some cheered, some were angry...

Compared to the intense reaction from the audience on the second floor, the people in the private boxes on the third floor were much calmer.

For them, the competition on stage was merely a pastime to pass the time when they were bored.

Winning or losing is just a matter of money... that little bit of money can't stir up their emotions!

Qi Shuyun watched Ning Qing retreat step by step on the stage, his lips pressed tightly together, a complex look appearing in his eyes.

Ning Qing slapped the pillar behind her with all her might, and then leaped up lightly.

Nubi's fist missed its target once again, striking the iron pillar instead.

With a loud "thud," accompanied by the sound of a bone breaking, just hearing that sound was incredibly painful.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ning Qing launched a high kick and struck him in the jaw.

Nubi spat out an unidentified white liquid and stumbled back several steps.

Even after he retreated to the other side of the arena, his head was still buzzing.

The pain in his hands made his face contort in agony.

Just as Ning Qing was about to press her advantage, she was unexpectedly pulled back by the referee.

He warned in a low voice, "No, you can't go over there. This match can't end too soon."

Ning Qing glanced at him coldly and stopped in her tracks.

After Nubi had rested on the stage for about five minutes, the referee went over and asked.

"Are you alright? Can we continue?"

Nubi nodded and gave the referee an OK sign.

The referee then walked to the center of the platform and announced that the match would continue.