Chapter 564 The Enemy

The black-clothed man took the golden snub-nosed monkey and examined it. Its bones were shattered in multiple places, and the severity of its injuries made him inwardly gasp. He cast a cold glance at the Russian bear before returning to his private box.

The first match had been unexpectedly thrilling, with the Russian bear's brutality and bloodshed leaving a deep impression. However, the outcome was not what most had anticipated.

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The third-floor surveillance room.

"So, this golden snub-nosed monkey is from 'Tijuana'. I thought only the 'Big Circle Gang' and the 'Hells Angels' would show up tonight, but it seems Tijuana decided to join the fun."

Summers sneered as he watched the black figure on the screen. "But these Tijuana guys are too incompetent. They couldn't even find a decent fighter. In the end, a Saint had to step in to save its life. Truly embarrassing."

A middle-aged man beside him couldn't help but shake his head. "Tijuana hasn't fared well in the gang rankings in recent years. The 'Brothers' from America and the 'Hells Angels' from Canada are both formidable. Only 'Tijuana' from South America has been a bit of a drag."

"However, don't underestimate 'Tijuana'," the middle-aged man added. "They do have two Saints in their ranks."

Summers nodded, but he didn't give it much thought. Saints and transcendents were on entirely different levels. As long as one didn't provoke them, Saints generally wouldn't attack transcendents.

Someone like him, with connections, would at most receive a reprimand from a Saint if he caused trouble, never a lethal blow.

"How do you plan to arrange the next match?"

Summers stared at the screen, watching the burly figure on the stage. "This Russian bear's strength is quite extraordinary. It seems he was hiding a lot of his power before. Now, he's likely reached the peak of the transcendent level. Even I would have a hard time dealing with him, and I doubt anyone under you could confidently say they could win."

The middle-aged man didn't deny Summers' words. The Russian bear was a regular here, but he wasn't under his command.

Previously, they only thought his strength was barely at the late transcendent stage. Now, it seemed he simply hadn't faced opponents strong enough to force him to reveal his full power.

Judging by its previous performance, the 'Tijuana' golden snub-nosed monkey had undoubtedly reached the late transcendent stage. With its agile physique and speed, it was considered a master among those at that level.

Yet, the Russian bear had dealt with it effortlessly, demonstrating his formidable strength.

Despite the dozen or so wounds on the Russian bear, with blood staining the iron ring, for a body-refining expert like him, these were minor injuries as long as they weren't fatal. Within minutes, the wounds had congealed and stopped bleeding, posing no impediment to combat.

Now, after dispatching the golden snub-nosed monkey, the Russian bear stood tall on the iron stage, his gaze sweeping across the private boxes on the second floor, filled with defiance.

It was clear he intended to continue fighting.

"The 'Big Circle Gang' and the 'Hells Angels' didn't just come here to watch. With the Russian bear performing so brilliantly, they're likely tempted."

"I wonder if they have any fighters of this caliber in their ranks. If they end up like that monkey from earlier, it would be quite a disgrace," the middle-aged man chuckled.

"If they lose, so be it. But if they can defeat this Russian bear, I might as well warm up and get a preview of this year's gang competition opponents," Summers said casually.

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"The Tijuana guys are all trash. Cook, go take care of that brute below and show Tijuana the strength of our Big Circle Gang." In another private box on the second floor, a group of Chinese men were watching the match. Despite their Asian faces, they were communicating in fluent American English.

"The Russian bear, huh? Today, our Big Circle Gang needs to show its strength, so you'll have to do as practice." A man named Cook stood up. He was tall and slender, with a handsome, slightly villainous smile. He appeared to be of mixed race.

With a leap, he glided like a bird and landed lightly on the iron stage. As he stepped onto the cold arena, Cook's heart began to pound with excitement.

"Your strength is not bad. I hope you can give me a good fight," Cook said to the Russian bear with a bright smile.

Cook was slender, a stark contrast to the Russian bear's massive physique. However, once he attacked, everyone realized that this slender man of mixed heritage possessed even more terrifying strength than his opponent.

Cook's body wasn't particularly robust, but with every strike, blue energy would condense in his palms, pushing back the hulking Russian bear each time.

This was a duel of completely mismatched strength. The Russian bear was completely outmatched, taking significant injuries after only a dozen moves.

"This is boring. I thought you had more hidden strength, but you've disappointed me. So, die!" The mixed-race man's blue eyes, which had held a hint of a smile, now flashed with murderous intent. A concentrated beam of blue energy, as thick as an arm, shot from his fist, directly at the Russian bear's chest.

At that moment, the Russian bear's chest seemed fragile. A fist-sized hole appeared in its chest, a fatal blow that instantly ended its life.

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"It's him!" The moment Cook appeared, Poyang's emotions became highly unstable, his eyes turning somewhat bloodshot.

Hong Binglan also clenched her fists tightly, her eyes filled with hatred.

"What's wrong?" Lin Haotian quickly asked from beside them.

Everyone noticed the change in their emotions and turned to look.

"It's him, Cook of the Big Circle Gang. In the last gang competition, he caused immense losses for our Hongmen Qingbang. My senior brother died at his hands." Poyang, usually refined, now had a ferocious expression.

Sensing Hong Binglan's sorrow, Lin Haotian held her close, his eyes flashing fiercely, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, he won't live to see tomorrow."

With that, Lin Haotian prepared to step forward and deal with the mixed-race man below.

"Haotian, let me go," Yi Feicheng stopped him, volunteering.

Lin Haotian hesitated. Yi Feicheng was very strong, possessing the strength of an invincible Grandmaster, even bordering on Saint Domain. Few could match him below that level.

But Cook below was also no simple opponent; the Russian bear, at the peak transcendent level, was utterly defenseless against him. Yi Feicheng might not be his match.

Thinking this, he couldn't help but look towards his master.

"Let Brother Yi Feicheng go. Although his strength has reached its current level, his combat experience is still somewhat lacking. Regardless of the outcome, Cook is doomed to die," Zhang Fan said.

"Don't worry, sister-in-law, I'll avenge you," Yi Feicheng grinned at everyone before leaping down.

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