The boxing match was over in less than three seconds. As expected, the victor was a boxer from Chen Ming's Battle Hall.

"The first match, Wang Chen from Battle Hall wins!" declared the old gang leader of the Qingzi Sect, his face emotionless. The other elder judges silently jotted notes on their papers.

"Wang Chen, well done!" Chen Ming cheered without reservation. Raising both hands over his head, he clapped twice, cheering for the boxer on the stage. Simultaneously, he shot a triumphant glance at Long Shaotian and sneered, "Lord Dragon, don't be so selfish. For your men's sake, I suggest you give up early. There's no way you can win!"

Long Shaotian, his face cold, quietly watched the scene. He ordered his men to carry away the boxer Wang Chen had knocked off the stage with a single punch, but said nothing himself.

On the stage, Wang Chen, who stood nearly 1.9 meters tall, grinned and laughed mockingly. His provocative gaze was fixed on Lin Feng; he even raised his right hand, beckoning contemptuously at Lin Feng with his index finger.

"Wang Chen ranks fifth among the Thirteen Generals of the Qingzi Sect..." Wu Mei, sitting next to Lin Feng, briefly introduced the man on the stage. "Among the Thirteen Generals, the second and fourth are in Beijing. Although Wang Chen's rank doesn't seem very high, his strength surpasses Long San's. Be particularly careful when facing him..."

Wu Mei felt a knot of anxiety in her chest. She couldn't understand how Lin Feng's situation had become so dire. Initially, Long Shaotian and Chen Ming were evenly matched, with Long Shaotian even holding a slight advantage. But now, the entire burden rested squarely on Lin Feng's shoulders. According to confidential police records, Long Tianyi, Long San, and Wang Chen were all top-notch fighters, each capable of taking on ten men. Although Lin Feng was a good fighter, how could he possibly defeat all of them?

If Long Shaotian wanted to win the boxing tournament, he would need to win more than six matches. Apart from Lin Feng, he had no other formidable fighters among his subordinates. In other words, for Lin Feng to successfully complete his mission, he had to defeat six top fighters, including Long Tianyi, Long San, and Wang Chen!!!

This is an impossible task... Wu Mei had already lost hope for the outcome. She resolved that as long as Lin Feng could get off the stage safely, it wouldn't matter if he gave up the mission. However, she dared not show any signs of discouragement in front of Lin Feng.

After hearing Wu Mei's introduction, Lin Feng nodded impassively, not saying a word. His eyes, however, showed keen interest as he watched Wang Chen on the stage. In the south, a man standing 1.9 meters tall was a rare sight. Combined with his impressive musculature, Wang Chen exuded a formidable aura on the stage, looking quite intimidating.

Inner Strength Level Three! He definitely qualifies as a master... Lin Feng silently reached this conclusion, mentally calculating the simplest way to defeat Wang Chen.

"Boss, I'll just stay on the stage and hold the fort! I won't step down until someone from Lord Dragon's side can beat me!" Wang Chen, still on the stage, suddenly laughed smugly, his voice booming, "I reckon no one else will even need to fight tonight. It's not that I'm disrespecting Lord Dragon! I just want to let my brothers relax a bit..."

Wang Chen's arrogant words made Long Shaotian's expression turn exceedingly grim. He clenched his fists tightly, a hint of humiliation on his face. Wang Chen feigned respect, claiming he wasn't disrespecting Lord Dragon, but anyone with discerning eyes could see his contemptuous attitude betrayed his true thoughts—he held Long Shaotian's men in utter disregard.

Chen Ming's face stiffened when he heard Wang Chen declare he would remain on the stage. However, upon seeing Wang Chen's confident and fearless expression, Chen Ming gave a subtle nod of approval. He then watched Long Shaotian with a smug grin, awaiting his reaction.

Long Shaotian finally took a deep breath, suppressed his unease, and forced a calm smile. He turned to Lin Feng and asked in a low voice, "Lin Feng, are you ready?"

In Long Shaotian's eyes, there was helplessness, but also a flicker of anticipation. Apart from Lin Feng, he had no other truly formidable fighters at his disposal. But Lin Feng was someone who could contend with Long Tianyi; he definitely wouldn't be weaker than Wang Chen!

To wash away the humiliation brought by Wang Chen, Long Shaotian decided to send Lin Feng up early. Even if it meant ultimately losing the bid for the Speaker position, he had to regain some face!

Hearing Long Shaotian call his name, Lin Feng wasn't surprised.

"Lord Dragon, I can go up anytime. You'd better get the money ready..." Lin Feng looked at Long Shaotian and smiled confidently.

Money?! Long Shaotian paused for a moment before understanding Lin Feng's meaning—he was talking about his appearance fee. According to their agreement, Long Shaotian would only pay if Lin Feng won. Lin Feng asking for the money now clearly showed his confidence in the match!

Realizing this, Long Shaotian felt no displeasure at all. Instead, he laughed heartily. "Good! Good! I'll have my men transfer the money to you immediately!"

Lord Dragon was true to his word and didn't treat it as a joke. He immediately instructed Long Jiu, who was beside him, to transfer the money to Lin Feng. In less than three minutes, Lin Feng received a bank notification text!

Four million had been deposited! Adding this to the 34,500,000 already in his account, Lin Feng now had 38,500,000 in cash.

Lord Dragon is indeed a straightforward man... Lin Feng thought with a slight smile as he rose from his seat. At Jiangzhou University, Lin Feng was considered well-built. But here, in the underground boxing ring of the Tianxing Club, surrounded by formidable men, he appeared somewhat slim. His face was refined and fair, exuding a touch of scholarly elegance.

Lin Feng calmly walked onto the stage and stood face to face with Wang Chen. Lin Feng not having appeared on stage earlier actually made Wang Chen seem even more imposing by comparison. Now, seeing Lin Feng on the platform, many in the audience who didn't know the situation winced. Even the white-haired elders of the Qingzi Sect couldn't help but frown, as if they were already picturing a gruesome scene.

"So you're that Lin Feng? I heard you not only beat Long San but even fought Long Tianyi to a draw? Looking at your scrawny, bird-like frame, you really don't look like someone who could beat Long San. Did they go easy on you?" Wang Chen sized Lin Feng up and down, asking with a relaxed smile. He didn't believe Lin Feng had beaten Long San, and seeing Lin Feng's appearance only amplified his skepticism.

"Humph, looking down on Brother Feng now, but you'll regret it soon!" A cold, dismissive smirk touched Lin Feng's lips, and he was about to speak when, unexpectedly, Long Xiaoyun shouted arrogantly from below the stage, answering for him.

Lin Feng was momentarily stunned, then glanced at Long Xiaoyun with interest. He found himself liking this kid more and more.

Hearing Long Xiaoyun's sudden, insolent outburst, Wang Chen's face turned ugly. He glared at Long Xiaoyun with extreme disgust and roared, "Long Xiaoyun, shut your damn mouth! You're nothing but a disgrace who only embarrasses Lord Dragon! What right do you have to speak?!"

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