Transmigration: Surviving to Become the Richest

Left alone on Mars, Lu Guansheng finally realizes that his younger brother has colluded with his competitor!

No food, no water source, and soon even the oxygen will be depleted.

When su...

213. Rookie Appearance

Back in the boxing ring, the emcee began again: "This time, welcome to the ring the victorious Jiaolong!"

After winning a match, Jiaolong was immediately welcomed with applause. You know, he won a lot of money for everyone present!

"Next up is our new fighter—the rookie!"

"Rookie? Phew! Hahaha!" Bian Zhenglin was greeted with a burst of laughter.

There are only a few people who want to bet on him!

"Hey! A newbie, right? Can't you come up with a more decent name?" The dragon couldn't help laughing and unexpectedly made a joke with his opponent.

Usually, boxers are extremely alert when they see their opponent, and even when they speak, their tone is always provocative. But the "rookie" is really making it difficult for people to function properly!

"I didn't come up with it. I just didn't know what to think of a name, so I just filled in 'Rookie'!" Bian Zhenglin really explained it, without any awareness that his opponent was out to beat him to death.

"Rookie! It's about to begin! Come on!" The dragon got into position and the bell rang.

In the boxing ring, the ringing of a bell signals a state of transition. For Bian Zhenglin, a former professional fighter, the moment he hears the bell, he reflexively enters the state of transition.

His defensive opening moves were very standard, which really surprised Jiaolong.

"This old guy looks quite capable!" thought the dragon.

The reason why they call him an old guy is that most of the people who fight underworld boxing here are young and strong.

Jiaolong himself is only in his early twenties, so to Bian Zhenglin, who looks to be in his early thirties, he can really be called an "old guy".

It's just that the regular boxing style is not popular in the black boxing ring! So Jiaolong really didn't take Bian Zhenglin, the "rookie", seriously.

The strategy adopted by Bian Zhenglin is the defensive counterattack that most boxers would use.

Although he was in his thirties, he hadn't lost sight of his early training. On the school boxing team, his strengths lay in his fast pace and accurate punches.

Because formal boxing matches are decided by points, even though his strength is not the most impressive, he can still often win by points.

The dragon's several attacks were all neutralized by Bian Zhenglin's swift and agile steps. Not only did he miss, but he also wasted a lot of energy.

This is his second game, and this one requires a quick victory. Conserving energy is the key to winning three games in a row.

He was somewhat dissatisfied with Bian Zhenglin's waste of energy: "Rookie! Are you a weasel? How can you run so fast? If you have the guts, don't run away!"

"If I don't run away, I'll get punched by you!" Bian Zhenglin was still in the mood to refute.

"Hey! Do you understand the rules?" Jiaolong stood at the diagonal line, his hands on his hips, forming a compass shape, and roared angrily, "You can only win by knocking them down! You don't want to fight until dawn? Idiot!"

"Oh? I forgot! Doesn't it count points?" Bian Zhenglin scratched his head. He was really not used to it.

"Idiot rookie! Be serious! Don't delay my dividend!" After saying this, the dragon took a fighting stance again.