Late at night, the rain stopped.

The dark clouds were blown away, the stars were shining, and the bright moonlight shone down from the sky, covering the entire martial arts arena.

The noise of uproar came from the fighting arena, as if it had cut through the quiet night sky.

Compared with the quietness of the city streets, the fighting arena is brightly lit and the noisy is like a wave of ups and downs, which makes Jiufang City look like a city that never sleeps.

In the fighting arena, shouting enthusiastically, and the crazy gamblers shook the bills in their hands, their eyes red, and their shouts are flying.

They are all looking forward to the good show tonight.

A newcomer who doesn't know how to live or die, intends to challenge an old fox who has been doing boxing for several years!

It is rumored that this competition is related to the secret battle between two martial arts coaches!

The two coaches alone bet on 100,000 taels!

Hundreds of thousands of taels!

This is a betting scene that only the sky-shaped boxing betting can appear, and now it is actually presented in the yellow-shaped betting.

Such a gamble is very rare on weekdays!

Therefore, as soon as the news spread, the gamblers in the martial arts are in full swing and follow them!

As for whom to follow, most of them follow Lei Laohu.

After all, no one is a fool.

Who dares to bet easily for a newcomer who has never beaten a boxing game?

Of course, there are also some crazy, desperate gamblers who are struggling to make a fortune, and those who suffer from cerebral hemorrhage, who expect newcomers to show some miracles and choose to bet on newcomers.

Amid a burst of cheers and shouts.

Mr. Zhao took the cigarette pole and took the ark to leave the training ground and walked out of the huge arch.

A red carpet on the ground spread out from the exit of the arch to the boxing ring made of white jade.

The wooden carved cloud-patterned staircase that climbed the boxing beating also had a red carpet. This is the Yellow No. 1 boxing beating, and it is the best one in the Yellow No. 1.

Above the ring, eighteen lanterns with tassels hanging high. The lanterns are not candles, but are inlaid with glowing crystals. The lights gather, making the entire ring as bright as daytime.

At the two corners of the boxing, there are two nanmu chairs, which are a place for boxers to rest.

Fang Ark put on a strong outfit and followed Mr. Zhao quietly.

"Zhouzi, is this scene strong enough?"

"The first time I was fighting for boxing, I was on the yellow number one rating. This treatment is very rare."

Mr. Zhao also changed into a neat silk gown, carrying it with one hand and holding the cigarette pole in the other, smoking, and spitting out a smoke dragon like agarwood in his nose.

"Lei Laohu is also interesting. When I learned that I increased the odds, it was ruthless enough. I didn't withdraw my hands, but chose to spread the market directly."

"No matter who loses this boxing game, you will lose your face."

"However, a pure newbie challenged a veteran warrior with yellow font size. This gimmick is pretty good. To mobilize the atmosphere, you should make a big profit."

"It's the highlight of tonight. I'll perform well. There are many big guys watching the box on the second floor."

Mr. Zhao took a step back, approached the ark, and whispered.

"Zhouzi, fight well, it's not just for me, but for yourself."

Fang Ark nodded, stepped on the soft red carpet, his eyes fell on the white jade fist. Hearing the fierce cheers around the fist, and the gamblers who were frantically shaking their gambling tickets.

Fang Ark was inexplicably dazed, and the silent blood in his body seemed to be completely ignited by a ball of fire.

He finally embarked on the road of no return with fists.

From time to traveling to this cruel world, he saw the bloody fist. Every night, people died and some were disabled in the martial arts arena.

As a servant in Jiufang City, he was like a mouse trapped in a jar, and he could not see any hope.

Unless you are punching.

"Go."

Master Zhao held the cigarette pole in his mouth and narrowed his eyes. Even though he had seen all kinds of boxers, he had a variety of punches, at this moment, the old man's heart was a little uneasy, and there were rare ripples.

Perhaps it was because of this big bet on boxing?

Maybe it is because of the talent of this young man who is in a tiny state?

Fang Ark let out a breath, glanced at Mr. Zhao, and bowed slightly.

For Ark, this boxing battle is an opportunity to change one's destiny.

Mr. Zhao is considered a nobleman who gives him this opportunity.

Whether to continue to be a mouse in the jar, or to open the plug that seals the mouth of the jar, and travel around the world without restraint, depends on this boxing.

Mr. Zhao smiled and gently patted Fang Ark on the shoulder.

Then, the one-eyed old man turned around and left.

Fang Ark turned his head and stepped on the wooden staircase covering the red carpet. Listening to the crazy roar and insult of the gamblers on both sides, Fang Ark calmed down and walked onto the white jade ring.

Sitting on the nanmu chair placed in the corner of the ring, running the "Miral Washing Sutra", the qi was intertwined, waiting for the beginning of the boxing.

...

...

The second floor of the martial arts arena.

Compared to the madness of the gamblers below, the second floor looks much more elegant.

Mr. Zhao did not stand around the boxing like an ordinary coach waiting for the result. He returned to the second floor, held a cigarette pole in his mouth, and sucked the clouds and mist to the viewing box on the second floor.

In the private room, there were a few figures already sitting in the seat.

Lei Laohu is also among them.

This private room is specially set up for nine coaches with Tianzi to watch the game. This is also a symbol of identity. Ordinary coaches are not qualified to come here at all.

As soon as Mr. Zhao entered the private room, a coach with a good relationship with him tried hard to speak to the opposite side.

Mr. Zhao was stunned and turned his head to look behind him, but saw a private room opposite that represented the noblest martial arts arena, with lights on.

That private room is the private room of the leader, and only the leader can enter.

Did this boxing fight... actually attract the attention of the leader?

It shouldn't be. Even if it's a font-sized boxing, the leader may not be interested...

Also, which leader?

Mr. Zhao frowned.

Could it be Lei Laohu's backer?

It seems that Lei Laohu is against him everywhere, and there is no reason.

In the private room, Lei Laohu obviously understood this point. When he saw Mr. Zhao come in, a sneer suddenly appeared on his face.

"Oh, Lao Zhao is here? Sit down, the boxing starts soon, look good, look good, how did the newcomer you like was beaten up? I heard that this newcomer was a servant who applied ice to the boxer to stop bleeding yesterday?"

Lei Laohu grinned and smiled.

Mr. Zhao took a sip of cigarette and spit out a thick fog at Lei Laohu.

Then he smiled and said, "You still have the face to talk. Your and my grudges involve newcomers, shameless things."

"You deserve to be called Lei Laohu? Forget it, let's lose the face of the coach named Tian."

The two of them faced the slightest point, and the other coaches in the box did not get involved.

Lei Laohu's face was gloomy and he didn't scold him again. He was more poisonous than Master Zhao.

He was waiting to see the boxing and Qian Monkey smashed the ark.

Only then can he trample on Mr. Zhao's face well.

Qian Houzi is an old fried dough stick with the yellow boxing style. He is experienced and cannot be compared with a newcomer.

Even Lei Laohu had plans in his mind that in the future, Zhao Lao’s newcomer would be able to defeat one!

"Master Guan, who are you betting on?" Lei Laohu turned his head and looked at a fat old man in a black coat beside him.

"Of course it's Qian Monkey. I don't think the newcomer can create miracles. This newcomer was still a servant yesterday, and he might not even master the basic moves... and that would be even more hopeless."

The fat old man smiled silly.

Lei Laohu suddenly laughed, while Mr. Zhao sneered in the distance.

"My old man, you'd better shut up. Your poisonous milk... don't you know what you think? From the beginning of the year to now, have you ever won the boxer you bet?"

Mr. Zhao's words made Lei Laohu's expression suddenly stagnated.

The coach named Guan laughed and scolded: "Master Zhao, don't block me all the time. Last year, I bet two games! This year, it was all accidents. When the horse was stumbled. This time, my bets must be stable, and I will be as strong as everyone else."

"And I analyzed the data. Since the fight, we started the boxing field, the newcomer who entered the first boxing game met an old boxer, and basically no one won."
To be continued...