"Wu Long..."
"Wu Long..."
The man codenamed the Russian Bear was clearly popular. As soon as he appeared, over seventy percent of the audience wildly chanted his name, their fervor reaching a crescendo.
"Russian Bear, if you behave tonight, I can let you walk off this stage alive," the lean Black man sneered, glancing at the man before him, whose physique was extremely burly, like a giant's.
The lean Black man paid no heed to the crowd's cheers. He clearly knew about the Russian Bear, showing no fear and even provoking him.
To the lean Black man's words, the Russian Bear, Wu Long, remained expressionless, saying nothing. However, the ferocity in his tiger-like eyes intensified.
"Clang!"
With a crisp bell sound, the lean Black man moved instantly. He transformed into a black shadow, rushing towards the Russian Bear as fast as lightning.
A distance of ten meters was mere blinking of an eye for an extraordinary.
The lean Black man's fingers formed a claw, seemingly tearing through the air, accompanied by gusts of wind, as he lunged at the Russian Bear's chest.
The sharp claw energy left no doubt as to its power. Even with the Russian Bear's robust physique, being hit by this claw would likely result in torn flesh.
The Russian Bear was clearly no novice. The moment the lean Black man moved, his body instinctively anticipated the action.
As the steel-like claws descended, the Russian Bear swung his own fist, like a massive hammer, towards the attacker's head.
It was evident that the Russian Bear intended to fight without defense, opting for a strategy of trading damage for victory.
However, the lean Black man seemed to have anticipated this. He decisively abandoned his attack, his body agile like a monkey's, leaping lightly over the Russian Bear's head and dodging the hammer-like fist.
*Rrrrrip!*
Five fresh red claw marks appeared on the Russian Bear's powerfully muscled back.
However, the Russian Bear's defense was clearly formidable. Despite the full force of the lean Black man's claw, it only broke the skin, causing a trickle of blood to flow.
"Heh heh, Russian Bear, I've watched several of your fights. How could I not know your fighting style? A clever monkey wouldn't go head-to-head with you," the lean Black man chuckled, retreating after his successful strike.
Feeling the slight pain on his back, the Russian Bear frowned slightly but remained silent.
Finding it somewhat dull, the lean Black man snorted and charged at the Russian Bear again.
With his exceptional speed and agile movements, the Russian Bear suffered significant blows in the next ten-plus exchanges, bearing more than ten claw marks across his body.
Some of these claw marks had even been aggravated, causing blood to flow incessantly onto the cold, cast-iron stage, painting it red.
At this point, the initially roaring crowd gradually quieted down, evidently realizing that the Russian Bear seemed to be no match for the agile monkey.
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"This Russian Bear might be in some danger," Yan Qianghu watched the stage intently. Though he had no personal connection to the fighters, he was remarkably tense.
The strength of both men on stage surpassed his own. He estimated they were both at the late extraordinary stage, with the monkey's strength nearing the peak extraordinary.
"This monkey won't last long," Lin Haotian, who rarely spoke, remarked.
"How is that possible? Anyone can see the Russian Bear is on his last legs. After dozens of rounds, he hasn't even touched the monkey's clothes," Yan Qianghu didn't believe Lin Haotian.
"Xiao Fan, what do you think?" Yi Feicheng then turned his gaze to Zhang Fan. Among those present, Zhang Fan possessed the greatest strength and therefore the sharpest vision, capable of more accurate judgment.
"Didn't my disciple just say it? This monkey won't last long," Zhang Fan replied with a smile.
"Uh..." Zhang Fan's words made Yan Qianghu feel rather awkward. While he could dismiss Lin Haotian's words, he had absolute faith in Zhang Fan's pronouncements.
Indeed, less than a minute after Zhang Fan spoke, the monkey, which had been leaping about, was finally caught by the Russian Bear.
As the monkey attempted its usual maneuver, the Russian Bear seemed to have anticipated it. With pre-emptive action, he grabbed the monkey's ankle.
The Russian Bear's hand was like an iron vise, gripping the monkey tightly. Despite the monkey's desperate struggles, it was futile.
"Let's see you jump now!" The Russian Bear finally spoke. As soon as he finished, he swung the monkey by its ankle, slamming it fiercely onto the ground.
*Boom!*
The deafening sound reverberated, causing pain in people's ears. The noisy arena instantly fell silent, and everyone stared wide-eyed, not daring to breathe.
The monkey let out an incredibly piercing scream. Even with its agile body and robust physique, being slammed onto the cast-iron stage in this manner caused it immense pain.
Seeing that the monkey wasn't killed by the first slam, the Russian Bear's ferocious face creased slightly as he prepared to increase the force.
At this moment, a black figure swooped down from a second-floor private box. Shrouded in a faint black mist, their form was difficult to discern.
"Twenty million US dollars. Let him go," the black figure, floating in mid-air, said in a slightly hoarse voice to the Russian Bear.
"Saint?"
"A Saint!"
"Who exactly is this monkey, that a Saint would intervene for him?"
The crowd was astonished. While extraordinary individuals were not uncommon 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 wouldn't lightly provoke a Saint's family.
People began to speculate about the monkey's identity, wondering why a Saint would go to such lengths to save his life.
Twenty million US dollars!
The prize pool currently held close to twenty million. Even if the Russian Bear won, he would only take home a few million dollars.
The black figure believed this sum would be enough to entice the Russian Bear.
However, to everyone's surprise, the Russian Bear looked up at the floating black figure. There was no fear in his eyes; instead, he grinned, revealing a row of pearly white teeth.
The Saint felt a sense of unease. Just as he was about to speak again, he saw the burly Russian Bear swing the monkey up once more and slam it heavily onto the cast-iron stage.
This time, his strength had significantly increased. Even with the monkey's physical resilience, its bones shattered, and blood gushed out.
"Fifty million. Let him go!" The black Saint was clearly angered. A mere extraordinary dared to disrespect him so. Outside, he could have dealt with this individual in a single move.
However, this was the Mafia's territory, and even he dared not lightly break their rules. Thus, he directly doubled the ransom.
"Deal!" Upon hearing the figure of fifty million, the Russian Bear immediately stopped. He tossed the lean monkey to the black figure, a hint of satisfaction in his fierce eyes.
A battle with guaranteed victory, earning over twenty million in prize money, was quite worthwhile.
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