"Can't I participate?" Li Ze asked rhetorically.
The man scrutinized Li Ze's slender limbs and thin frame, and said mercilessly, "Don't you want to live? Once you're on stage, life or death is irrelevant."
"I will win," Li Ze said, uttering only three words.
"Tsk, you want to die, but I can't stop you." The man chuckled. "Here's your number. Turn around, I'll help you with the back panel. It'll be your turn to play in two rounds."
Li Ze turned around and faced the stage. At this moment, the fight on the stage had reached its final stage.
“The man in red is going to lose,” Li Ze said.
No sooner had he finished speaking than the man in green suddenly increased the speed of his punch. The man in red was startled; the fist was already right in front of him, and there was no way to dodge it.
The man in red has truly lost.
The man behind the table looked at Li Ze with surprise, "You've got some skills."
Li Ze shook his head. "More than that."
The man burst into laughter. "You're really not modest. Let me give you a friendly reminder: there are ordinary people among these people, as well as sentries and guides. If you encounter someone stronger than you, just admit defeat. Admitting defeat isn't shameful; losing your life is truly not worth it."
Li Ze hummed in agreement, accepting the man's kindness, but added, "I never admit defeat."
Even when facing the Demon King, Hime Rin.
Soon it was Li Ze's turn to go on stage. Before going on stage, he bet all the gold and silver coins he had on him.
"So confident?" the man asked in surprise.
"I'd also like to kindly remind you, bet on me, and I'll help you make money," Li Ze said, his beautiful eyes brimming with youthful vigor.
Will they really win?
The man didn't believe him, but when he thought of the boy's eyes, he inexplicably felt that he might as well believe him for the time being.
"Then I'll bet fifty gold coins." Even if I lose, it won't hurt too much. The man said to himself.
Li Ze's opponent was an ordinary person, a burly man who looked very intimidating. His opponent was two or three times the size of Li Ze.
It was time to place bets, and seeing the difference in size between the two men on stage, almost everyone placed their bets on the man.
Li Ze looked up at the screen above. His odds had reached 1 to 7 and were still rising.
Can I really earn enough for my travel expenses in one game?
"Kid, I won't hold back. You're unlucky to have met me," the man said contemptuously, as if he could already see the miserable end his opponent would suffer.
Li Ze remained calm, his beautiful eyes undisturbed. "Bring it on."
At that moment, a whistle blew.
The man rushed towards Li Ze first.
A fierce gust of wind came, but Li Ze turned his head and dodged it.
The man's punches were incredibly fast and powerful, creating a whirlwind that left him almost a blur. But while he was fast, Li Ze was just as quick, dodging with ease.
Five minutes into the contest, the man hadn't even touched the hem of Li Ze's clothes.
The more the man hit him, the angrier he became. "Why are you dodging? Fight back!"
The man was convinced that Li Ze was only fast, and that his strength was definitely inferior to his own.
"I thought the competition had a time limit." After all, if it ends too quickly, it lacks entertainment value and doesn't do justice to the audience's ten silver coins.
"No." The man gritted his teeth. "If you're so capable, then fight me head-on."
Li Ze nodded, "Okay. I'm coming!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Ze threw a punch at the man, who neither dodged nor evaded, meeting the blow head-on. The two fists collided, and a cracking sound reached the ears of everyone present.
Whose bone is broken?
Those present instinctively looked at Li Ze, convinced that the person with the broken bone was Li Ze.
However, the outcome was destined to disappoint them.
Li Ze withdrew his hand, his expression unchanged. "Are you admitting defeat?"
"You're dreaming—" The man slammed his other intact fist at Li Ze.
"Heh, you never learn!" Li Ze sneered, this time he used his fist to meet the attack.
This time, the man used all his strength, intending to finish off Li Ze with a single punch. However, his fist felt like it had struck iron.
As a result, all ten of his fingers were severed, and the injury was even more serious than that of his other hand.
The man's face turned ashen instantly, his large, round eyes filled with horror. "You're completely unharmed!"
Li Ze showed the man his unharmed hands, saying, "I'm fine."
Looking at Li Ze's beautiful hands, the man felt a metallic taste rise in his throat; he was so angry at the person in front of him that he almost vomited blood.
“I—admit—defeat—” the man said through gritted teeth, enunciating each word clearly.
Li Ze won!
The entire boxing gym fell into an eerie silence. Everyone present was stunned, wondering how they had won.
Li Ze walked leisurely down from the stage and came to the table. "How many gold coins did I win?"
"You really won?" The man behind the table seemed a little unreal.
"Are you deaf?" Li Ze asked impatiently.
When the man was questioned about his deafness, he wasn't upset. Instead, he burst into laughter, "Hahaha, you win, I win too. Let me calculate how much money we won."
Li Ze put the gold coins into his spatial storage and turned to leave.
"Not fighting anymore?" the man asked him.
"I'm not playing anymore. It feels like I'm being bullied, it's boring," Li Ze said casually.
His arrogant words were overheard by those nearby, and one of them objected, "I'll fight you. You dare?"
Li Ze looked at the person who spoke, a handsome man.
"His name is Bashe. He's won thirteen games in a row and is currently undefeated," the man behind the table said, adding a special note, "He's very strong."
"So, do you dare to fight me?" Bashe glanced sideways at Li Ze.
Li Ze didn't want to bully people, but he wouldn't refuse someone who came to him on their own. "Then come on."
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