Chapter 33 - 33 Green-faced Ghost

Chapter 33: Chapter 33 Green-faced Ghost

“Yo—”

Hua Jie heard what Li Fei had said and immediately jeered in a strange, singsong voice:

“What a big mouth you have, you might not even qualify to earn money on your knees in this Boxing Village, yet you want to stand and earn it?”

“Cut the crap, are we fighting or not?”

Li Fei looked at the other with a look of disgust.

Hua Jie’s face cooled, and she said in a shrill voice, “Fine, let’s fight!”

“How much for one match?”

“If you can win, on top of the original bonus, I’ll add fifty yuan!”

“Good, let’s go.”

The two of them settled the bout in just a few words, while Liu San could only look on helplessly.

Next, the four of them headed to the area where the ‘Yellow Letter No. 7’ ring was located.

Inside the Qingyuan Fist Village, each boxing ring was housed in a separate tent, and soon they arrived outside one, from which continuous shouts could be heard:

“Kill him!”

“Fight fight fight!”

“Good—”

“…”

Li Fei looked up and saw a wooden plaque above the tent entrance that read ‘Yellow Letter No. 7’.

“Hua Jie, bringing a newbie?”

The person standing outside the tent asked with a flattering smile upon seeing Hua Jie.

“Mm, arrange a match quickly, these two are going to fight,”

Hua Jie pointed to Li Fei and the boxer she had brought.

“Okay, come on in.”

After entering the tent, there was a square boxing ring in the very center, one meter high, surrounded by a wire fence.

On the ring, two men with bare upper bodies and no protective gear were fighting, with blood visible on their hands and faces.

Bare-knuckle fighting and fighting with gloves are completely different. Here, almost every punch draws blood!

Surrounding them were tiered stands filled with people shouting passionately.

The smell of smoke, sweat, foot odor, and a strong scent of blood mixed together, creating a particularly unpleasant stench.

Li Fei and the tower-like strong man were first taken to the backstage registration area, where both had to do an identity registration.

“What’s your name?”

The man with the register looked up and asked Li Fei.

Liu San hurriedly explained to Li Fei,

“Every boxer who goes up there has to pick a nickname for themselves, which makes it easier to call them.”

“Green-faced Ghost.”

Li Fei said in a deep voice

In the dim light, his Evil Ghost Mask radiated a greenish glow.

The registrar glanced at Li Fei’s Evil Ghost Mask and, without saying much, wrote down ‘Green-faced Ghost’ in the register, filling in Liu San’s name in the manager column.

When it came to the tower-like strong man’s turn to register, the registrar’s attitude became noticeably warmer.

“Black Mountain.”

The strong man gave his name.

“Put those two in the next match.”

After registration, Hua Jie spoke.

“No problem.”

The person responsible for arranging the match immediately agreed.

The wait began, and Liu San took the opportunity to introduce the rules of the ring to Li Fei:

“There are several types of fighting here. The most common is bare-knuckle boxing, with no protective gear, and the fighters determine the victor by hand. There’s also weapons combat, where opponents win with weapons. The cruelest is the Deathfight, where they must fight until death. ‘Yellow Letter’ rings only allow the most common boxing, with no rules; the fight ends when one side concedes or loses the ability to fight.

So, when you go up there, either make your opponent lose the ability to fight, and the referee declares you the winner, or wait for him to concede. If you don’t hear the referee announce the win or the opponent concede, don’t stop, keep fighting!”

Li Fei nodded and asked:

“Can fighters place bets?”

He was certain that such a place would surely have betting, and Qingyuan Fist Village’s main income couldn’t be the audience’s tickets, but from the betting.

Liu San nodded, “You can place bets, but you can only bet on yourself to win.”

“Good, later take everything and bet on me winning.”

Li Fei took out a stack of paper money and handed it to Liu San.

Liu San took the paper money and counted it, totaling 60 yuan, and couldn’t help but be surprised:

“Brother, you’re playing big, huh?”

In the ‘Yellow Letter’ rings, the bonus for a fighter winning a match was 5 to 10 yuan, depending on the opponent.

As a result, Li Fei took out 60 yuan for a bet, which indeed was playing big.

“Just bet on me to win,”

Li Fei said.

“Alright, just be careful, and if you really can’t beat him, just admit defeat,”

Liu San shook his head and sighed.

A few minutes later, the two fighters on the stage had determined the victor. One of them was beaten until his face was covered in blood, unconscious, as the referee at ringside announced the winner.

There were cheers from some in the stands around the venue, and loud curses from others.

“Ladies and Gentlemen!”

A presenter walked onto the ring and announced loudly, “This next fight is the newcomer’s first battle; please welcome the two newcomers to the stage!”

Soon, Li Fei and Hei Shan both climbed onto the ring.

The audience, seeing Li Fei’s masked figure, wasn’t too surprised. Many a contestant in Qingyuan Fist Village liked to wear masks or don some strange outfits to boost their fame.

“Standing to my left is nicknamed the Green-faced Ghost, as you can tell by his mask; it really is quite fitting,”

“On my right is nicknamed Hei Shan—wow, his stature really does resemble a black mountain.”

“Alright, you have three minutes to place your bets now.”

Since both were newcomers with no fighting history, the spectators could only judge who was stronger based on their appearance.

The build and the composed demeanor of Hei Shan inspired confidence, so many in the crowd chose to bet on him.

Liu San, following Li Fei’s instructions, bet all 60 yuan on Green-faced Ghost winning.

After placing the bets, Liu San thought of what Li Fei had said about standing to earn money, and, as if possessed, pulled out 20 yuan from his pocket and bet on Green-faced Ghost as well.

“Wow, so confident to bet so much?”

Sister Hua saw the stack of betting slips in Liu San’s hand and sneered,

“I’m eager to see just how skilled this new guy you brought is!”

Clenching the betting slips in his hand, Liu San bit his lip and said nothing.

Three minutes later, the betting ended, and the referee declared the start of the match.

“Beat him!”

“Kill him!”

A huge roar erupted from the crowd.

Under such an atmosphere, Hei Shan remained unaffected by the outside noise, his gaze steely as he observed Li Fei.

Li Fei, on the other hand, was already impatient to make his move.

“Pfft—”

Sister Hua couldn’t help but scoff from below the stage, while Liu San’s expression revealed his concern; he felt Li Fei was too impulsive.

On the stage, Li Fei threw a Straight Punch toward Hei Shan’s chest, which the latter raised his arms to block.

Bang!

A dull sound resonated as Hei Shan stumbled backward.

“Wow—”

An exclamation erupted from the crowd.

Judging by their size, Li Fei was a head shorter and much leaner than Hei Shan; no one had expected him to unleash such incredible strength.

Stepping forward, Li Fei continued to punch. Hei Shan, eyes wide in shock, dared not receive any more punches and agilely sidestepped before trying to grab Li Fei’s arms.

His specialty was close quarter grappling and Wrestling Skills; once he had hold of an arm, you were in his domain!

The next second, Hei Shan’s hands firmly grasped Li Fei’s right arm.

His eyes lit up and the move he had practiced thousands of times instinctively unfurled:

He tugged hard at Li Fei’s arm with both hands, swiftly turning his body, his back pressing against Li Fei, readying to execute a vicious over-the-shoulder throw.

In daily practice, Hei Shan could lift and flip a sandbag weighing two hundred kilograms in one second!

The floor of the ring they stood on was cement; if you were slammed onto it, the lightest outcome would be fractured bones and torn ligaments!

But, as Hei Shan exerted his force, his waist was braced by Li Fei’s left hand, while a formidable strength surged from Li Fei’s right arm, preventing him from pulling Li Fei at all with this sudden burst of effort.

Hei Shan tried to continue exerting force, but Li Fei’s right hand had already grabbed his wrist and yanked it hard to the side. At the same time, the left hand pressing on Hei Shan’s waist pushed forcefully, coupled with a trip at the feet.

Bang!

Hei Shan was pulled down face-first onto the ground by Li Fei.

He reacted quickly, his hands immediately pushing against the floor, trying to prop himself up.

But Li Fei’s hand pressing on his back was like a mountain crushing down on him, stopping him from getting up.

Then Li Fei swiftly smashed his elbow hard down on the back of Hei Shan’s neck.

Bang!

It sounded like a hammer striking the floor; Hei Shan lay motionless, knocked out cold.

After completing all this, Li Fei slowly stood up.

A few seconds passed, seeing no movement from Hei Shan, the ringside referee announced the result:

“Green-faced Ghost, wins!”