11: We agreed on a life-and-death fight, and you're using him as a sparring partner?

Looking at the undisguised hatred in Qin Ming's eyes, the men in suits frowned slightly.

Qin Ming touched the bandage on his arm, his gaze growing colder.

Su Lei's fists and feet were as hard as steel, and his explosive power was astonishingly strong.

That day, just two exchanges of blows caused him a comminuted fracture.

Even after emergency treatment and expensive restorative fluid injections, a sharp pain still radiated from beneath the bandage.

"The Troll is a monster I personally trained."

"Under the stimulation of exotic beast flesh and drugs, his body underwent partial mutation, and his Qi and blood value has reached the fifth-order level!"

"Even if he loses his mind and forgets his Martial Skills, with just his strength and speed, he can easily tear apart any fourth-order Martial Artist in this octagonal cage!"

"Su Lei… is dead for sure!"

"I'm not interested in what happens between you," Mr. Chen said, gently swirling the red wine glass in his hand before taking a sip.

"However, if you're going to do it, do it cleanly, so as not to cause any complications that might affect business here."

"Don't worry, Mr. Chen, I've already investigated thoroughly. A few years ago, this guy retired from the battlefield due to an injury. He lives off his daily allowance and has no background whatsoever."

Qin Ming looked at the ring and licked his lips.

"After Su Lei dies, I'm going to torture his campus belle wife to death!"

"As for those two little brats, I'll train them into…"

Before he could finish, Su Lei on the ring suddenly turned his head, his gaze full of killing intent, piercing like a sharp sword towards the VIP box.

At that moment, Qin Ming felt a chill shoot from his feet straight up to his scalp.

His throat felt constricted, and he swallowed the latter half of his sentence.

"Ho-how is that possible…"

He involuntarily took a few steps back, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

This was a VIP box.

To protect the guests' privacy, the entire wall was bulletproof, one-way glass, making it impossible to see inside the box.

It was also equipped with top-grade soundproofing Materials; even if a gun was fired inside, no sound would be heard outside!

"Is it a delusion…?"

Qin Ming forced himself to calm down and swallowed, only to find his shirt soaked with sweat.

On the ring, Su Lei slowly retracted his gaze.

Although he didn't speak, the killing intent in his eyes made the spectators near the ring feel a chill down their spines.

The scent of sweat in the air was suddenly mixed with a few whiffs of urine; someone had been scared into incontinence.

Perhaps even Su Lei himself hadn't realized it.

After Cultivating the Meditation Technique, his five senses had not only become exceptionally keen, but his Mental Energy had also risen significantly.

An unintentional glance could make ordinary people feel an unspeakable palpitation.

As if sensing Su Lei's scrutinizing gaze.

The burly giant across the octagonal cage suddenly became restless, emitting a beast-like growl from his throat.

As the giant searchlights focused on the ring, explosive DJ music began to play.

Several Martial Artists at the ringside worked together to unfasten the iron chains around the opponent's neck.

The entire venue instantly erupted.

The spectators wildly waved their betting slips, the roar almost tearing off the roof.

"Troll! Tear him apart!"

"I bet three million on you!"

"Rip out his guts!"

…

Amidst the roar, the burly giant suddenly lunged!

The ten-meter distance vanished in an instant!

He swung his right hand, heavily striking forward.

This palm strike was as heavy as a thousand pounds, even producing a series of piercing shrieks!

The resulting strong wind caused the faces of the surrounding spectators to sting and made it difficult to breathe, causing them to retreat several meters from the ring in terror.

No one doubted that if this blow landed on them, their entire body would likely be shattered, broken in half at the waist!

The suddenly unleashed deadly move was upon him, but Su Lei merely shifted his body slightly.

Sharp claws swiftly swept past his clothes, the wind pressure lifting his short hair.

The perfect dodge, instead of drawing cheers, caused an uproar in the stands.

Beer bottles and lighters rained down on the iron cage, and curses filled the air.

"What are you doing!"

"Why are you dodging, you horse! Fight back!"

"Useless! Are you here to dance? Are you even a man!"

In the stands, a beautiful girl in a school uniform took off her top, raised her middle finger, and screamed.

She was then pulled into the shadows by several ill-intentioned men beside her.

At this moment, Su Lei was highly focused, completely disregarding all external distractions.

He carefully observed every move of his opponent.

After just one round of engagement, he had a direct sense of the opponent's strength.

It was no exaggeration to say.

The strength and speed of the burly giant in front of him were not on the same level as his at all.

Any single mistake could lead to his death here!

Su Lei's body began to tremble slightly.

He suddenly recalled the first time he set foot on the battlefield and fought against exotic beasts.

The thrill and excitement of walking on the edge of life and death, the bloodlust and violence hidden deep within human genes, seemed to be slowly awakening.

Failing to land a blow, the burly giant's skin began to turn a sickly crimson.

His attacks became even more ferocious and swift, his fists creating a series of afterimages, smashing against the octagonal iron cage with continuous vibrations.

Steel bars as thick as a thumb were bent, causing the entire ring to shake slightly.

The two figures on the ring intertwined, with only constant roars and the whistling of strong winds heard.

Slowly, the boos on the field grew quieter, and people gradually realized something was wrong.

"Why hasn't there been a winner yet? What are you doing!"

"Is it a fixed match?"

"You motherf*ckers! Give me back my money!"

…

On the second floor, the people in the VIP box unconsciously put down their red wine glasses and sat up straight.

Mr. Chen frowned slightly, "Is he wearing down his opponent's stamina?"

Qin Ming quickly lowered his head and replied, "The Troll's body has fused with the genes of multiple exotic beasts. Not only is he incredibly strong, but he won't feel tired even if he fights for a day and a night."

"Su Lei, being inside the octagonal cage, should be even more aware of this."

"5 minutes and 17 seconds, not a single hit landed." The man in the suit next to him pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, "Is it a coincidence?"

Qin Ming's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty, "It seems dangerous, but continuously dodging hundreds of punches without taking a single hit. This can no longer be explained by coincidence."

After a moment of hesitation, he slowly said, "Su Lei… might have anticipated all of the opponent's attacks."

Mr. Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression instantly becoming serious.

"If that's the case, why isn't he fighting back at all?"

"Is he testing his limits? Is he using the Troll as a sparring partner?"

At these words, the box fell silent.

"The Troll," the king of the underground boxing arena.

His total record was 28 wins and 0 losses, and he had personally killed 28 fourth-order Martial Artists.

Using him as a sparring partner?

What a joke!

Did this person not know how to write the word 'death'?

Qin Ming was both shocked and angry, about to retort but not knowing what to say.

He turned to stare at the octagonal cage below, his face extremely gloomy.

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