Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

Mo Siqing saw that it was impossible to dissuade these people and couldn't help but sigh deeply before leading everyone towards the second floor.

Of course, those being led were none other than Ye Ling and his group, as well as Jiang Xiaobai and his companions, but it's worth mentioning that the scumbag Shenfeng was actually embracing the starlet Bingbing.

Bingbing was beside herself with joy; she knew that inside the second floor lay a world of great wonders. She had never been qualified to enter, but today she could tag along with Shenfeng and be eligible, so she was overjoyed.

The group followed Mo Siqing up to the second floor, into a narrow passageway that was somewhat dark, but after going through this not-too-long hallway, Ye Ling and the others were deeply shocked by the scene they encountered.

Outside the passage, a huge hall unfolded before everyone's eyes, as grand and opulent as a venue for a high-class ball. They were standing on the second floor.

Descending the staircase, a fighting ring abruptly stood in the center, surrounded by a broad viewing gallery filled with brightly dressed men and women. This place wasn't for dances or banquets, but a Black Fist ring representing death and victory!

"Not just anyone with money can enter this place; you must have a certain status. Like Bingbing beside Shenfeng, she basically has no right to be here."

"To put it this way, any family that can enter here is either rich or noble, where the patriarch is either the richest person in a province or a senior official."

Mo Xing explained to Ye Ling that this place was one of the most famous boxing arenas where countless life-and-death Black Fist fights took place every day, with astronomical amounts of money being wagered.

Just taking a cut, Mo Siqing had earned a terrifying amount of wealth, enough to make many men feel ashamed.

"Is it this crowded every day in the arena?" Ye Ling asked, puzzled. Did these people really travel from all over the country daily and then leave in the morning?

Mo Xing nodded, "Yes, there's a dedicated plane to transport them. That's why this is the place with the best service and highest security. They're willing to spend money here."

Ye Ling nodded, full of wonder, "Tell me, how embarrassing is it for a guy to be so outranked by a girl that he can't even lift his head? Embarrassing or not? I'm embarrassed for you."

"Ah, can't help it. There's just this one girl in our generation of the Mo Family, and the old man completely spoiled her. Who can do anything about it?" Mo Xing smacked his lips.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Ye Ling nodded and his eyes turned toward the two black-market fighters crazily brawling on the ring.

Black Fist, a bloody sport that exists outside the realm of regular boxing, has a long history. This project, not accepted by the public, has now taken root around the world and is much favored by some nobles.

Despite the strong suppression by the national system, it had failed to stop these contests. On the contrary, they sprung up like bamboo shoots after the rain, casting their shadow everywhere.

"Alright, I'll go arrange it. The next match will be between you and Hei Hu, but you must sign the life-and-death agreement!" Mo Siqing said in a low and serious tone.

Ye Ling nodded; it was normal procedure. Once the life-and-death agreement was signed, one's life on the ring was no longer their own. If one died, they couldn't blame anyone else, only their own lack of skill.

Hei Hu, of course, was also clear about this procedure, and both men swiftly signed the life-and-death agreement. Then they sat separately on the left and right sides of the ring, watching the match that was about to end on the stage.

"Every fighter here has their own stake, and the minimum bet must not be less than one hundred thousand yuan. And the house takes a cut if you win."

"I'll bet a little less this time, to make some pocket money."

Mo Xing chuckled, while Shenfeng also hurriedly said, "I'll bet as well; who doesn't love a business that's guaranteed to make a profit?"

"Bingbing, you place a bet too, just bet on this guy. Brother tells you, there's no way you'll lose. If anything goes wrong, I'll cover it all!" Shenfeng declared grandly with a wave of his hand.

Mo Xing burst into laughter, "Oh, feeling some real affection, are we? You, the High Commissioner, so easily trapped in a beautiful star's cage."

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"Mo Young Master must be joking," Bingbing hastily said with shy coyness, a shock rippling through her heart. The Bureau Chief, could it be the head of the Bureau of Superpowers?

Thinking of this, Bingbing hugged Shenfeng even tighter. This could be a big catch, definitely not one to let slip away easily.

"I'll also bet a little less, just ten billion on myself for the win," Ye Ling said with a slight smile.

By his side, Bingbing's eyes immediately showed shock. The little general beside her, whose identity was uncertain, had so much money?

She had seen wealthy people, but a single bet of ten billion, she had never seen such; no one burned through a colossal sum like ten billion as if it weren't real money.

"Oh my lord! You really mustn't, if you truly bet ten billion, my sister's club would have to be fully compensated to you, Siqing she will kill me!" Mo Xing wailed.

At this time, the match on the stage had ended, with one fighter being directly knocked out by his opponent, collapsing to the ground and causing countless sons of nobility and young elite men and women to shout excitedly.

Ye Ling even noticed some exceptionally beautiful women going crazier than the men, dressed in hardly any clothes; they didn't even cover themselves when having a wardrobe malfunction, instead becoming even more frenzied.

At that moment, an announcer stepped onto the stage, his voice rising: "Friends, coming up next is tonight's main event!"

"The undefeated King on the fighting ring, Hei Hu, versus a mysterious powerful contender!"

"The odds and records of both fighters are now displayed on the big screen above, everyone has five minutes to place their bets, five minutes later, the most thrilling battle will begin!"

Roar after roar of excitement made everyone instantly boil with enthusiasm.

Hei Hu, the War God of the ring, undefeated in ninety-eight fights, with ninety-six wins by knockout, having killed eighty-nine opponents, was the nightmare of all Black Fist fighters.

His odds were one to 0.2, easy to understand, bet a hundred and if you win, you only get two more, but even so, everyone was frantically betting on Hei Hu.

The odds for Ye Ling were very tall, one to three, if you bet a hundred and won, you'd win three hundred.

"I'm betting five million on Ye Ling to win!" Mo Xing declared, flinging out five million with a grand gesture.

Shenfeng also bet five million, Bingbing at his side bet one million, while Ye Ling smacked his lips and chuckled, tossing out fifty million directly.

"A little gamble for fun, a little gamble for fun, since a big bet isn't allowed, let's just go with fifty million, I could win more than a hundred million," Ye Ling hurriedly explained, then stood up and stretched, loosening his body.

"Watch me make this night come alive!" Ye Ling said with a cold laugh, heading towards the fighting ring.

Ye Ling had decided not to use the Spiritual Power within his body, as that would be too uninteresting, and since everyone was so enthusiastic, he would light up the night's brightest lantern, letting the night sky completely boil over.

After the betting ended, both Hei Hu and Ye Ling ascended the ring, abiding by the rules to take off their shoes; Hei Hu with his upper body bare, his strong muscles subtly flexing.

"I will make you despair!" Hei Hu said with a cold laugh.

The reward Jiang Xiaobai offered him was, for killing Ye Ling, fifty million!

Ye Ling nodded: "I hope you can last a little longer, otherwise, it would be too boring."

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