"Wulong..."
"Wulong..."
The man codenamed Russian Bear was clearly very popular. When he appeared, more than seventy percent of the audience present roared his name frantically, showing immense fervor and pushing the atmosphere to its peak.
"Russian Bear, if you behave tonight, I might let you leave the ring alive." The lean Black man glanced at the incredibly burly man before him, who was like a giant, and sneered.
The lean Black man paid no attention to the audience's cheers. He clearly knew something about the Russian Bear, showing no fear and even provoking him.
In response to the lean Black man's words, the Russian Bear, Wulong, remained expressionless and silent. However, the killing intent in his tiger-like eyes intensified.
"Clang!"
With a clear bell sound, the lean Black man moved instantly. He transformed into a black shadow, charging towards the Russian Bear with lightning speed.
The distance of over ten meters was covered in an instant for an extraordinary being.
The lean Black man formed his five fingers into claws, seemingly tearing through the air, creating gusts of wind as he lunged towards the Russian Bear's chest.
The sharp claw energy left no doubt about its power. Even the Russian Bear's robust body would likely be torn open if hit by this strike.
The Russian Bear was clearly no novice. The moment the lean Black man moved, his body instinctively made a preemptive move.
As the steel-like claws descended, the Russian Bear swung his hammer-like fist towards the opponent's head.
It was evident that the Russian Bear intended to fight without defense, adopting a strategy of trading blows.
However, the lean Black man seemed to have anticipated this. He decisively abandoned his attack, his body moving like a nimble monkey as he leaped over the Russian Bear's head, evading the hammer-like fist.
*Rrrrip!*
Five fresh red scratches appeared on the Russian Bear's muscular back.
But clearly, the Russian Bear's defense was extremely strong. Despite taking the full force of the lean Black man's claw, it only broke the skin, drawing a trickle of blood.
"Heh heh, Russian Bear, I've watched several of your fights. How could I not know your fighting style? A smart golden monkey wouldn't go head-to-head with you." After landing a blow, the lean Black man distanced himself from the Russian Bear and sneered.
The Russian Bear, feeling the slight pain on his back, frowned slightly but remained silent.
Finding it somewhat uninteresting, the lean Black man snorted and charged at the Russian Bear again.
With his extreme speed and agile movements, the Russian Bear suffered significant disadvantages in the next dozen exchanges, sustaining more than ten claw marks all over his body.
Some of these claw marks even suffered secondary damage, with blood flowing ceaselessly, staining the cold iron ring red.
At this point, the audience, who had been cheering wildly, gradually quieted down. It was clear to them that the Russian Bear seemed to be no match for the nimble golden monkey.
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"This Russian Bear is in some danger, I think." Yan Qianghu stared intently at the ring. Although the two fighters on stage had nothing to do with him, he watched with great tension.
This was because the strength of both individuals on stage surpassed his own. He estimated that they were both in the late stage of the extraordinary realm, and that the golden monkey was even close to the peak of the extraordinary realm.
"This monkey won't live much longer." Lin Haotian, who rarely spoke, made a statement.
"How is that possible? Anyone with eyes can see that the Russian Bear can't hold on much longer. After dozens of rounds, he hasn't even touched the golden monkey's clothes," Yan Qianghu did not believe Lin Haotian.
"Xiao Fan, what do you think?" Yi Feicheng turned his gaze to Zhang Fan. Of everyone present, Zhang Fan was the strongest and therefore possessed the most discerning eye, able to see more accurately.
"Didn't my disciple already say it? This monkey won't live much longer," Zhang Fan said with a smile.
"Uh..." As soon as Zhang Fan spoke, Yan Qianghu felt a bit awkward. He could disregard Lin Haotian's words, but he absolutely trusted Zhang Fan's.
Indeed, less than a minute after Zhang Fan finished speaking, the golden monkey, which had been jumping around erratically, was finally caught by the Russian Bear.
Just as the golden monkey was about to repeat its maneuver, the Russian Bear seemed to have known it was coming. With a preemptive move, he grabbed the golden monkey by the ankle.
The Russian Bear's palm, like an iron clamp, held it firmly. Even though the golden monkey struggled violently, it was in vain.
"Let's see you jump now!" Finally, the Russian Bear spoke. As soon as he finished, he grabbed the golden monkey's ankle and slammed him forcefully onto the ground.
*Boom!*
The deafening sound made many people's ears ache, and the noisy arena instantly became deathly quiet. Everyone stared wide-eyed, watching the scene intently, not daring to breathe.
The golden monkey let out an incredibly piercing scream. Despite his lean physique and strong body, being slammed onto the iron ring in this manner still caused him immense pain.
Seeing that the golden monkey was not killed with one blow, the Russian Bear's wild face slightly creased as he prepared to increase the force.
Just then, a black figure emerged from a private room on the second floor. He was shrouded in a hazy black mist, making his form difficult to discern.
"Twenty million US dollars, let him go." The black figure hovered in the air, his voice slightly hoarse, speaking to the Russian Bear.
"A Saint?"
"It's actually a Saint!"
"What kind of identity does this golden monkey have? For a Saint to come forward to protect him?"
The crowd was astonished. While there were many extraordinary beings in the West, Saints were rarely seen. After all, a single Saint was enough to support a vast family.
Even super gangs like the Mafia would not easily provoke a Saint's family.
The crowd began to speculate about the golden monkey's true identity, wondering why a Saint would be willing to intercede and buy his life.
Twenty million US dollars!
At this moment, the prize pool was close to twenty million. Even if the Russian Bear won, he would only take away a few million dollars.
The black figure believed this sum should be enough to tempt the Russian Bear.
However, to everyone's surprise, the Russian Bear looked up at the hovering black figure. There was no fear in his eyes; instead, he grinned, revealing a row of white teeth.
The Saint felt a sense of foreboding. Just as he was about to speak again, he saw the burly Russian Bear lift the golden monkey once more and smash him heavily onto the iron ring.
This time, his strength had increased significantly. Even with the golden monkey's physical resilience, his bones were shattered, and blood gushed out.
"Fifty million, let him go!" The black Saint was clearly getting angry. A mere extraordinary being was showing him no respect. If they were outside, he could have dealt with him in one move.
However, this was, after all, the Mafia's territory. Even he dared not easily break the Mafia's rules, so he directly doubled the ransom.
"Deal!" Upon hearing the figure of fifty million, the Russian Bear immediately stopped. He threw the lean man in his hand towards the figure, a trace of satisfaction in his murderous eyes.
It was quite worthwhile to earn over twenty million in prize money from a fight he had confidently won.
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