As Zhao Tianxing's voice, filled with frustration and anger, shouted "Begin!"
Several fighters instantly rushed into the large octagonal cage on the first floor, each looking fierce and intimidating. Among them was a brawny man nicknamed "Iron Tower," wearing only training shorts, who deliberately raised his head and shouted toward the VIP room upstairs.
"Where are the cowards from the Righteous Union? Tell them to get their asses in here!"
In the second-floor VIP room.
Including Zhao Tianxing, all the big shots turned their gazes toward Chu Yang, who stood beside Scarface, their faces twisting into sinister smirks.
They could pretty much guess that this guy was likely the fighter the Righteous Union had sent for today's match.
Perfect. Once he stepped into the ring, their men would make sure to teach him a brutal lesson—cripple him!
The underground fighting tournament Zhao Tianxing and his crew ran was a free-for-all.
The last man standing would be the winner.
Things might get a little chaotic later, but the process would be absolutely thrilling.
In this kind of match, aside from your own allies, everyone could become your enemy. You might not face a one-on-one fight but instead deal with sneak attacks or gang-ups.
One wrong move, and you could end up broken.
Scarface swallowed hard and instinctively glanced at Liu Yutong.
Liu Yutong said nothing, only elegantly handing her teacup to Yun Cheng before calmly turning her gaze toward the fighters in the octagonal cage.
Taking a deep breath, Scarface turned to Chu Yang beside him and said, "Go on, Chu Yang!"
He even threw in a gesture for good measure: "Go get 'em! Olé!"
Chu Yang: "......"
Without another word, he turned and left the VIP room.
Chu Yang was dressed in simple athletic wear, looking more like he was on vacation than stepping into a fight. His appearance was a stark contrast to the bare-chested, muscle-bound, and menacing fighters already in the cage.
The moment he reached the ground floor, the audience erupted in jeers.
"This is it? The Righteous Union has no one else? They sent some pretty boy?"
"Ah Tai could probably flatten him with one punch!"
"Place your bets! How many minutes can this kid last?"
Chu Yang’s casual outfit and slightly longer, unassuming hairstyle made it easy to underestimate him.
However, the moment he stepped into the octagonal cage and stripped off his shirt, the crowd's skepticism shifted.
"Damn!"
"Didn’t expect this guy to be packing some muscle!"
"Gotta admit, his physique is well-balanced—just doesn’t look as powerful as Ah Tai or Iron Tower."
"With that kind of build, sure, the lines are nice, but can he take a heavy punch?"
"So… still betting he goes down in ten seconds?"
"Uh…"
"......"
Under the lights, Chu Yang’s upper body was on full display.
Unlike the bulky, stacked muscles of the fighter nicknamed Iron Tower, his physique had a streamlined elegance—every muscle sharply defined, clinging to his frame, radiating a perfect blend of power and speed.
Yet, despite this, the visibly intimidating fighters, including Iron Tower, only slightly dialed back their sneers. Their arrogance remained unshaken.
"Hmph, nice workout routine. All show, no substance. One punch from me, and he’ll fall apart!"
Another fighter, a bald-headed brute, grinned viciously. "Hey! Is the Righteous Union sending just you? That’s not nearly enough!"
Chu Yang unhurriedly folded his discarded athletic wear and placed it neatly in a corner of the cage. After stretching his joints lightly, he finally spoke.
"Honestly, I don’t even want backup. If this fight ends too quickly, it’d just be boring."
The moment these words left his mouth, the octagonal cage fell silent.
Then, the fighters exploded in fury.
"The hell did this punk just say?!"
"Finish us off? Am I hearing this right?"
"Damn, this guy’s got a death wish! Never seen someone so reckless in my life!"
"Let’s all focus on him first—make sure he kneels and begs for mercy!"
Up in the VIP room.
Liao Dapao and the others burst into mocking laughter at Chu Yang’s audacity.
"Scarface, where’d you dig up this idiot? He’s got a real talent for bullshitting!"
"Scarface, your Righteous Union might be weak, but your bravado’s improved!"
"Don’t blame us when our guys make an example out of your fighter first!"
"......"
Though they grudgingly acknowledged Chu Yang had some skill after the earlier incident, this underground tournament wasn’t a one-on-one match.
It was a chaotic brawl with over a dozen fighters.
With such a cocky declaration, Chu Yang was practically painting a target on his back—guaranteeing he’d be the first one eliminated.
While killing wasn’t allowed (too messy), crippling someone? That was fair game.
Hearing their taunts, Liu Yutong’s lips curled into a faint, knowing smile.
Did these people really think Chu Yang was fighting alone?
She deliberately asked, "Scarface, is the Righteous Union only fielding one fighter?"
Now brimming with confidence, Scarface replied with equal arrogance.
"Of course not. But I’ll be generous—we’ll send one more. Two fighters are more than enough to wipe the floor with your trash!"
The others: "You—!"
Before they could curse him out, Scarface ignored them and shouted down to the cage.
"Chu Yang, why waste words? If they’re in a hurry to lose, show them what real fighting looks like!"
Chu Yang sighed and shrugged before calling toward the entrance tunnel.
"Ji Yu, get out here. Time to fight!"
"Ji Yu?"
"Who’s that?"
"Never heard of him…"
The audience and the fighters in the cage turned toward the tunnel entrance, curiosity mixing with disdain.
They wanted to see what kind of person this "Ji Yu" was—could he possibly be even more arrogant than the guy already in the ring?
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds…
The tunnel remained dark and silent.
"HAHAHAHA! Where is he? Scared shitless and hiding?"
"Bet he pissed himself! If you’re gonna chicken out, stay in your mom’s womb where it’s safe!"
"Kid, your backup lost or something? Want me to go find him for you? HAHAHA…"
The fighters in the octagonal cage roared with laughter.
The audience erupted in another wave of jeers.
"What a joke! Wasting everyone’s time!"
"Righteous Union, get the hell out! You’re embarrassing yourselves!"
"Bookies, close the bets! I’m putting money on the Righteous Union getting wrecked in under two minutes!"
"Two minutes? Too generous! I say one minute tops before they’re begging for mercy!"
"......"
Liu Yutong naturally heard the mocking voices from below.
Honestly, if gambling weren’t illegal, she’d have shouted: "I’ll bet a million on the Righteous Union!"
It was bound to be a huge profit.
Unfortunately, reality didn’t allow it—especially with Gao Min secretly recording evidence nearby.
At that moment.
No one expected that the second fighter from the Yilianshe, who was being mocked by the crowd, stood like a statue in the dark corridor, snoring loudly.
If not for the deafening noise inside, his snores would have echoed all the way to the second floor.
