Chapter 156: Is Being Rich Also Against the Rules? [1]

"The underground fighting ring holds matches every week. Before the main event, there are a few preliminary matches to warm up the crowd. Some of these minor matches are for settling personal grudges, while others are for winning prize money, but most of them are of low caliber..."

"The guy who challenged me to a death match is named Li Hu. He was the world champion of underground boxing a few years ago. Because of him, our match has been scheduled as the grand finale of tonight's event."

Yan Yu and the others found a booth and ordered some drinks while Hao Zhuang introduced the underground fighting ring to them.

"When I agreed to the death match with Li Hu, he looked down on me and boasted that he didn't care who I brought to help me."

"Li Hu fights with vicious and ruthless methods, aiming specifically for vital points. Boss, if you face him later, you must be extremely careful."

Yan Yu took a sip of his drink and smiled. "Don't worry about it."

As time passed, the audience in the stands grew larger, and the cheers became louder. A few more bouts were held on the ring. Just as Hao Zhuang had said, these contestants were total amateurs, and their fights lacked any aesthetic appeal, being no different from brawls between street hoodlums.

At that moment, the lights of the fighting ring suddenly dimmed, and a spotlight shone on the entrance.

A shirtless, burly man draped in a red cloak walked out from the entrance. His gaze was fierce, resembling a ferocious tiger, and no one dared to look him in the eye!

The host stood in the ring and shouted, "Distinguished guests, I believe everyone has heard about tonight's main attraction—our city's veteran Hao Dada Martial Arts Club will engage in a life-or-death duel with the King of Underground Fighting, Li Hu!"

The atmosphere at the venue suddenly heated up. The factions led by Ren Yuheng and Meng Guohui were also mixed among the crowd.

"Li Hu, three-time defending champion of the World Underground Boxing Championship! This time, he has come to our Rong City to establish the Tiger's Way Martial Arts Club, vowing to unify the martial arts world of Rong City. Hao Dada Martial Arts Club is merely his first stumbling block. Let us all look forward to seeing what kind of sparks will fly on this ring tonight!"

Li Hu leaped onto the ring, snatched the microphone from the host, and kicked him right off the stage!

"Sharing the same ring with an opponent like this is an insult to me, Li Hu! Today... within three moves, I shall take my opponent's life!"

"Li Hu! Li Hu! Li Hu!" The audience chanted loudly.

The host awkwardly retrieved another microphone and said in a hoarse voice, "Li Hu truly lives up to his reputation! Cough, cough... Now, where are the people from the Hao Dada Martial Arts Club? Surely they haven't gotten cold feet and run away?"

In the spectator seats, Ren Yuheng took out a gold card and tossed it to Tan Junwen. "Junwen, help me place a bet. I'm wagering one million on this Li Hu."

Tan Junwen laughed. "Brother Yuheng, Li Hu is known as the King of Underground Fighting. Who would be blind enough to come and court death? I bet the Hao Dada Martial Arts Club doesn't even dare to show up. I'm afraid this wager won't even happen!"

Wen Muwan pointed at the ring and said, "It looks like someone is accepting the challenge."

"What? Is someone really that unafraid of death?"

Tan Junwen turned around and looked, nearly popping his eyeballs out!

The person crawling onto the ring near the stage, using both hands and feet at a leisurely pace, was none other than Young Master Yan, Yan Yu himself?!

"How could it be him?" Ren Yuheng was also quite surprised.

But then he sneered, "This brat really doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth. He actually came here to court death!"

Tan Junwen was exceptionally excited as well. "If he gets beaten to death, who else in Rong City will dare to cross me?!"

On the other side of the spectator seats, Meng Guohui and the others were also filled with astonishment.

"Young Master Yan... why is Young Master Yan over there?!" For the first time, Meng Guohui panicked. "No, I have to drag Young Master Yan back. If Young Master Yan dies, 'that young lady' will definitely not let me off!"

Seeing that Meng Guohui was about to rush forward, Liu Yuxin quickly grabbed him. "Mr. Meng, don't get excited. Yan Yu must have his own plans. Let's not interfere blindly."

"You don't understand!" Meng Guohui was on the verge of crying. "I'm terrified!"

"Terrified? Terrified of what?" Zhang Jingtian asked, puzzled.

"I'm terrified of his mother!"

"Mr. Meng, we understand your feelings, but please don't use foul language."

"..."

Meng Guohui let out a heavy sigh, returned to his seat with an anxious heart, and stared fixedly at Yan Yu.

In his heart, he kept praying, hoping that nothing would happen to Yan Yu...

As the absolute focus of the entire arena, Yan Yu leisurely climbed up into the ring, steadied himself, and even patted the dust off his clothes.

"Who are you? Where is that brat from the Hao Dada Martial Arts Club?" Li Hu asked with a frown.

Yan Yu shrugged. "The brat you mentioned is my underling. Since my underling is being bullied, as his boss, I naturally have to step forward."

"Hmph, ignorant and arrogant fool. You're just coming here to court death!"

"Who is courting death remains to be seen." Yan Yu looked completely unconcerned.

Li Hu already had a fiery temper, and being provoked like this by Yan Yu instantly pushed him to the verge of explosion.

The host did not dare to get onto the stage and could only shout from below, "Since both contestants are on the stage, I declare that the match begins immediately. Three... two..."

"Go to hell!"

Li Hu directly ignored the rules and struck first, his fist, as large as a mortar, fiercely smashing toward Yan Yu!

Yan Yu's expression remained unchanged as he raised both hands to block in an instant!

Seeing this, Li Hu sneered inwardly. A single punch from him could warp an iron plate; the kid in front of him had such skinny arms and legs that his bones would probably be shattered on the spot!

"Go, Boss!" Hao Zhuang and the others shouted from around the ring.

"This is it, I can't bear to watch!" Meng Guohui closed his eyes.

"Yan Yu, you brought this death upon yourself, you can't blame anyone!" Ren Yuheng sneered incessantly.

The moment Li Hu's fist touched Yan Yu's arm, a miserable scream instantly echoed through the arena!

"Ah—"

"How is it? What's the result?!" Meng Guohui didn't dare to look at the ring at all, covering his eyes as he asked Liu Yuxin and the others beside him.

Liu Yuxin said in a low voice, "...The one screaming... is Li Hu."

"What?!"

Meng Guohui quickly opened his eyes and looked toward the ring. On the platform, Li Hu was clutching his red and swollen fist, his face contorted in extreme agony.

"Referee, this kid is cheating! He installed iron plates on his hands!" Li Hu shouted.

Hearing this, the referee quickly got onto the stage. In the underground fighting ring, nobody was allowed to violate the rules, or there would be severe consequences.

Surrounded by the referees, Yan Yu rolled up his left sleeve with an innocent expression, revealing a whole arm covered in gold watches: "What's the deal? Are there regulations against wearing a watch while fighting?"

"..." The referees fell into a speechless silence.

Wearing a watch was fine, but wearing five gold watches on a single arm—wasn't that a bit excessive?!

According to the rules, using weapons was a foul; Yan Yu was merely wearing the watches on his hands and hadn't taken them off to use as weapons, so these timepieces couldn't even be counted as weapons.

"Sir, to ensure the fairness of the match, please take off your watches," the referee said.

As he unbuckled the gold watches, Yan Yu muttered, "Damn it, you people are just prejudiced against the wealthy. What's wrong with me wearing a few extra gold watches? Is having money considered a foul too?!"