37: Chapter 37 Oh no - there's no more fighting.

The scene was deathly silent.

This brutal battle had ended in such a way, in an instant.

It was something no one had expected.

As the referee entered the ring to confirm the Butcher's victory.

The venue erupted in earth-shattering cheers.

In the Monster Factory, this Ability User was considered first-tier, the strongest kind of Ability User.

To think that he died just like that at the hands of the Butcher.

It was unbelievable.

Level 3 Cancerous Mutation, three Special Abilities; people like this were already rare enough to appear here.

And yet, he died right here.

The scene was in an uproar, and everyone began to discuss it frantically.

"Holy crap... this can happen? Just now when the wind bind was active, I thought the Butcher was a goner."

"Thrilling..."

"Why, though? A Genius like this comes here and gets beaten to death; it's a bit of a pity, sigh..."

"This Wind Shadow was very strong, but unfortunately, the Butcher's combat awareness is maxed out. What makes the Butcher strong isn't himself, but his combat awareness."

"I agree with what you said, brother. Fierce, cruel, ruthless killing. Anyway, I watch every one of the Butcher's matches; he fights too aggressively. Average people can't withstand his attacks."

"Just now when the wind bound him, his reaction was too fast, and he was ruthless enough to directly sacrifice his hands, suffering heavy injuries to withstand the wind hammer. In one move, his signature Iron Mountain Lean dodged the wind blade and sent Wind Shadow on his way."

"This is top-tier combat awareness. How could an average person be this decisive? Half-dead himself, yet still thinking about killing his opponent, seizing the opportunity in a desperate situation."

"It's a pity. I guess we won't see the Butcher appear again."

"Why is that, brother?"

"Isn't it simple? Who the hell would fight him? This monster? A Level 4 Cancer-mutant, who would come here? The Level 3 Wind Shadow was considered the strongest for now; if he couldn't beat him, who would? Are they looking for death?"

Lu Qingfeng didn't hear any of this.

He gritted his teeth against the pain, refused the medical staff, and walked back to the lounge step by step.

"Do you need to go to the hospital?" Tang Si asked quickly.

He had already been conquered by this Butcher. What kind of god-tier contestant was this?

Fighting against a Level 3 Ability User while being only Level 2, and killing him...

Lu Qingfeng shook his head.

"Settle the money; I'm going back."

"Okay..."

Tang Si also knew that the Butcher had a strange temper, so it was best to follow his wishes.

The odds this time were exaggerated: 10 to 1.

The odds for that swordsman last time were only 5 to 1.

They just assumed Lu Qingfeng would lose.

As a result, Lu Qingfeng won easily.

This time they thought the same.

It wasn't that they didn't learn their lesson.

It was just that Wind Shadow's strength was truly maxed out.

It was like a Level 30 character in a game. They had melee, ranged, crowd control, and had even trained their footwork—a high-end player.

Fighting a Level 20 player who only knew how to use basic attacks.

In such a duel, they couldn't figure out how he could lose.

One could only say that the player had Divine-Grade operations.

The betting amount this time reached 20 billion.

Challenging a higher level.

It was already a big gimmick.

The commission was given the treatment of a hundred-win streak, 5 percent.

Plus, the betting limit for Level 3 was 200 million; this time Lu Qingfeng made a fortune.

In Tang Si's words, they didn't make money this match.

With his arm injured, he hailed a cab and returned home.

He immediately started eating Energy Bars.

His body, just like when practicing stance training or boxing, was steaming with white smoke and water vapor.

He knew this was his body undergoing rapid metabolism.

He could feel the injuries on his body and arm healing rapidly.

This was the time he ate the most and lasted the longest.

Back and forth, he ate 500 federal credits worth of Energy Bars, a full 50 of them.

Equivalent to an adult's food intake for 350 days, only then did he feel it was enough.

Don't look at the short time in the arena; the great terror between life and death consumes too much mental energy.

Coupled with the heavy injuries, for the first time, he felt the word "sleepy."

He fell asleep right in the living room while the metabolism continued.

The next morning, he woke up, his eyes flashing with brilliance.

He looked at his arm; it was completely healed, and his body was even better than before.

He looked at the ring and kissed it directly.

"Awesome..."

With such heavy injuries, even soaking in nutrient solution would take at least a week before it didn't affect his movement.

To fully heal, it would take more than a month.

As a result, he recovered in one night.

Truly magical.

There was a large puddle of water on the floor, so he quickly grabbed a mop to clean it up.

He also checked his balance: 7.2 billion.

In a great mood, he decided to practice martial arts and do some stance training to calm his nerves.

...

A few days later.

"Tang Si... are there any matches?"

"Uh... no, Butcher."

Half a month later.

"Tang Si... it's been half a month, why are there still no matches?"

"Butcher brother... to be honest with you, there won't be any matches for you; no one will challenge you."

"Then that hundred-win thing you have, is it fake?"

"Yes... we never thought anyone would reach ten wins in the death match, let alone a hundred wins. You're the only one who has achieved it."

Come to think of it, he had won several matches in a row and earned quite a bit of money.

He didn't know who the next opponent would be, and with enough money, who would still fight to the death?

Not everyone practices the Dao of martial arts; they practice combat.

And like Lu Qingfeng, having won multiple consecutive matches, who would be bored enough to challenge him?

Did they not want to live?

Fighting others, there's at least a 20% chance of survival; fighting him, it's 0.

"Got it..."

Lu Qingfeng said listlessly.

After hanging up the phone, he felt a bit dejected.

For the past half month, he could only place bets every day and earn small money.

Sometimes, when he ran into too many sneaks, he would even lose.

It's really fucked up.

It seems there's no more chance to win big money.

Plus, that feeling of surviving a desperate situation was really... too great... too thrilling.

Even getting injured felt wonderful.

Just then, the phone rang.

Lu Qingfeng looked and saw it was Old Lu calling.

"Son, how have you been lately? Have you missed your old man?"

"Missed you? Missed you every day, missed you to death."

"I don't believe a word of it, you brat. You stop me from coming home to see you every day. This time I'll give you two choices: one, you come to the moon; two, I come home."

Lu Qingfeng was speechless, but it seemed Old Lu really missed him.

"I'll go to the moon, I'll go to the moon."

"Good... tomorrow, okay? If you dare to mess with your dad, I'll have your mom call you."

"Got it..."

Hanging up the phone, Lu Qingfeng sighed.

Everyone just kept threatening him with Mother Lu, but come to think of it, he hadn't seen her in so long, he did miss his mom a bit.

Being a son isn't easy; let's go to the moon tomorrow.

Just consider it a little break.

When he gets back, he'll make a push to train his Internal Energy through his five internal organs.

He just hasn't fully trained his heart and lungs yet.

Everything else is already done.

The next day, before he even got in the car, the Female Devil called.

"Xiao Liuzi... ta-da! I'm back. I'll come find you to play in a bit."

"No time... I'm going to the moon today. My dad insists I go, and he won't let me stay for less than ten days or half a month. You know how it is, Mom isn't here, he's worried."

"Oh..."

After hanging up, Lu Qingfeng was quite happy; go tomorrow, back the same day.

How nice. Stay for ten days or half a month?

How is that possible? The path of the Dao of martial arts has only forward, no retreat.

Resting for one day is already very luxurious.

Wasting his money-making time to accompany the lonely old man, Old Lu, is fine, but wasting the night practicing boxing is unforgivable.