The black-clothed man took the Golden Monkey and examined it. Its bones were shattered in multiple places, and the severity of its injuries made him inwardly gasp. He glanced at the Russian Bear with dark eyes, let out a cold snort, and then returned to his private room.
The first match was unexpectedly spectacular. The Russian Bear's ferocity and bloodlust left a deep impression on everyone, though the outcome was not what most had anticipated.
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Third-floor monitoring room.
"So, this Golden Monkey is from 'Tijuana'. I thought tonight would only be the 'Da Quan Gang' and 'Hell Angels' showing up, but I didn't expect Tijuana to come join the fun."
Summers sneered as he stared at the black figure on the screen. "But these Tijuana guys are too useless, they can't even find a single decent fighter. In the end, a Saint had to step in to save its life, truly embarrassing."
The middle-aged man beside him couldn't help but shake his head. "Tijuana's ranking in recent gang competitions has been quite poor. Among the three major powers in the Americas, the 'Brotherhood' in America and the 'Hell Angels' in Canada are very strong, but only 'Tijuana' in South America has been lagging behind."
"However, you shouldn't underestimate 'Tijuana'," the middle-aged man added, "after all, they have two Saints as their backing."
Summers nodded but didn't pay much attention. Saints and transcendents were on entirely different levels. As long as one didn't provoke them, Saints generally wouldn't attack transcendents.
For someone like him, with a strong background, even if he provoked a Saint, the most they would do was issue a reprimand, not kill him.
"How do you plan to arrange the next match?"
Summers gazed at the screen, watching the burly figure on the ring. "This Russian Bear's strength is extraordinary. It seems it had been hiding a lot of its power before. Now, it's likely reached the peak of the transcendent level. Even I would have trouble dealing with it, and I doubt anyone under you could confidently say they could defeat him."
The middle-aged man didn't deny Summers' words. While the Russian Bear was a regular here, it wasn't one of his men.
He had previously thought its strength was barely at the late transcendent stage. Now it seemed it was only because its previous opponents were too weak to force it to exert its full power.
From its previous performance, the 'Tijuana' Golden Monkey's strength had undoubtedly reached the late transcendent level. With its agile physique and speed, it was considered a master among late transcendents.
Yet, the Russian Bear had dealt with it with little effort, showcasing its formidable power.
Despite the more than ten wounds on the Russian Bear's body, with blood splattered across the iron ring, for a body-refining expert like him, as long as the vital points weren't hit, they were minor injuries. Within a few minutes, the wounds had clotted and stopped bleeding, posing no hindrance to combat.
Now, having dispatched the Golden Monkey, the Russian Bear stood tall on the iron ring, its gaze sweeping across the private rooms on the second floor, filled with defiance.
Clearly, it intended to continue fighting.
"'Da Quan Gang' and 'Hell Angels' didn't just come here to watch the show. With the Russian Bear performing so brilliantly now, they're likely feeling tempted."
"I wonder if their gangs have any experts of this caliber. If they end up like that monkey earlier, it would be quite humiliating," the middle-aged man scoffed.
"If they lose, so be it. But if someone can defeat this Russian Bear, I'll be happy to warm up and get a preview of the opponents in this gang competition," Summers said casually.
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"The Tijuana guys are indeed trash. Cook, go finish that stupid bear below and show the Tijuana how strong our Da Quan is." In another private room on the second floor, a group of Chinese men were watching the match. Although they were all Asian, they were conversing in fluent American English.
"The Russian Bear, huh? Since the Da Quan Gang needs to show its strength today, I'll use you for practice." The man named Cook stood up. He was tall and slender, with a mixed-race appearance, and his handsome face bore a hint of a wicked smile.
He leaped up, gliding like a bird, and landed lightly on the iron ring. Standing on the cold arena, Cook's excitement grew.
"Your strength is not bad. I hope you can entertain me," Cook said to the Russian Bear with a brilliant smile.
Cook was slender, a stark contrast to the Russian Bear's massive physique. But when he attacked, the onlookers realized that this slender mixed-race man possessed even more terrifying strength than Cook.
Cook's body was not robust, but with every strike, blue energy would condense between his palms, pushing back the hulking Russian Bear each time.
This was a duel of completely unequal strength. The Russian Bear was utterly suppressed, and after only a dozen moves, it sustained serious injuries.
"Boring. I thought you had more hidden strength, but you've disappointed me too much. So, die!" The mixed-race man's originally smiling blue eyes flashed with murderous intent. An arm-thick beam of highly condensed blue energy blasted from his fist, striking 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 killed it.
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"It's him!" The moment Cook appeared, Poyang's emotions became highly unstable, his eyes turning bloodshot.
Hong Binglan also clenched her fists tightly, her eyes filled with hatred.
"What's wrong?" Lin Haotian asked hurriedly from the side.
Everyone else also noticed the change in their emotions and turned their gaze towards them.
"It's him, Cook from the Da Quan Gang. In the last gang competition, he caused immense losses to our Hong Men Qing Gang. My senior brother died at his hands." Poyang, usually gentle and refined, now had a ferocious look on his face.
Sensing Hong Binglan's sadness, Lin Haotian pulled her into his embrace, a fierce glint in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, he won't live to see tonight."
After speaking, Lin Haotian prepared to step forward and deal with the mixed-race man below.
"Haotian, let me go," Yi Feicheng stopped him and volunteered.
Lin Haotian hesitated. Yi Feicheng was very strong, possessing the strength of an invincible Grandmaster, even considered half a Saint Domain, making him difficult to defeat below the Saint Domain.
However, Cook's strength was also not to be trifled with. The Russian Bear, at the peak of the transcendent stage, had no resistance against him. Yi Feicheng might not be his match.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look towards his master.
"Let Big Brother Yi Feicheng go. His strength has reached its current level, but he's still a bit lacking in combat experience. Regardless of the outcome, Cook is going to die anyway," Zhang Fan said.
"Don't worry, sister-in-law, I will help you avenge your enemy," Yi Feicheng grinned at everyone and then descended.
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