The last game was finally about to begin. Lang Wenzhe held the red wine glass and looked at Ye Qun and Valeri on the field, feeling proud.

Valeri is a black boxer hired by Jiuzun at a high price, but this guy is too cruel. Although he has won all 20 matches, the boxers who have fought with him are either killed or injured. Now, as long as people hear that the opponent is "Valeri the Butcher", no matter how high the price is, no one dares to accept the challenge.

Ye Qun was a newcomer in the black boxing world and had not heard of Valeri's vicious reputation, so Lang Wenzhe half-tricked him into signing a contract to fight Valeri.

When Zhan Feng saw Ye Qun coming on stage, he was so nervous that he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, staring at the ring intently.

Qingshan reached out and touched Satan's head, then looked at his apprentice again.

"A Feng, why are you more nervous than when you were on the court?"

Zhan Feng said while shaking his legs:

"Master, this Valeri came from a Siberian concentration camp and is mentally retarded. I'm afraid he'll go crazy and kill me..."

"A fatal blow? Are you going to just stand by and watch?"

Zhan Feng smiled bitterly. "Master, you don't know that although Jiu Zun will pay a large sum of compensation if a boxer is killed or disabled, this amount of money is negligible compared to the profit from the commission. Therefore, Jiu Zun will not interfere too much and may even prefer a bloody scene to attract more people to place big bets."

Qingshan then realized that Zhan Feng's worries were not groundless. This was the final match and would definitely be more exciting and intense than the previous four. If Valeri was really as cruel as Zhan Feng said, it would be difficult for Ye Qun to escape unscathed.

Lang Wenzhe looked at the prize amount displayed on his personal computer with a satisfied smile on his face. He estimated that after the game, the profit from "drawing the red" alone would make up for the losses from dog fighting.

As soon as Ye Qun and Valery appeared on the stage, they caused cheers and roars. Qingshan saw that the Chinese man on the left side of the ring was of medium build and looked gentle like a weak scholar.

The foreigner on the right side of the ring was in sharp contrast to Ye Qun. He was two meters tall, and his arms were too muscular to be close to his body, so they were drooping on both sides of his body. He also had thick hair on his chest, making him look like a bear.

After Valery took the stage, he began to speak in Russian with a contemptuous tone and a disdainful expression, and even made an obscene gesture, which was probably not a good word. Ye Qun's expression did not change at all. She remained motionless in a corner of the ring, waiting for the start of the match.

The people in the audience and VIP seats were so excited that they kept shouting and howling.

"Valery, I'm betting one million on you, you can't lose!"

"Go on, foreigner, tear that little bastard to pieces!"

"Kill him, kill him!"

Valery is Jiuzun's ace boxer and has never lost, so his odds are very low. Many people think it is meaningless to bet on him to win, so it is better to take a gamble and bet on Master Ye. If a miracle happens, the winnings can be multiplied several times, so there are many people in the field who hope Ye Qun will win.

"Master Ye, I'm counting on you! Let the foreigners see Chinese martial arts!"

"Let's start soon, what are you waiting for?"

"Start! Start!"

"when--!"

With the sound of a gong, the competition officially begins.

Valery clenched his fists, held them in front of his chest, and jumped around on the ring nimbly.

Master Ye touched the ground with the tip of his left leg, slightly bent his right leg, and made a gesture with his hand.

"Wing Chun, Yip Chun."

Valery grinned, revealing his big yellow teeth, cursed "Dulak", and threw a right hook at Ye Qun.

Qingshan felt that Valeri's punching speed was almost the same as Batur's, and he must be a powerful boxer who took a tough approach. He couldn't help but worry for Ye Qun.

Seeing that Valery was tall and muscular, Ye Qun thought his speed was his weakness, but she was surprised to find that his punches were so fast.

Ye Qun quickly dodged, plowed her feet and started to move forward, and made a left-sun punch and a cross-fingered move, hitting the tendon of Valery's right elbow.