Beating Instances through Words Left by the Dead

Chapter 611 288: The Boss's Kindness Can Never Be Repaid

The audience's emotions can also be reflected in the bets.

The odds for betting on Gray Wolf are 1 to 1.40, betting on him to win is 1 to 3.0.

Wu Chang saw the punk finish his bet, then turned to Gray Wolf and gestured, "Shall we start directly?"

The response he got was a curse from Gray Wolf.

Watching Gray Wolf leap over the car and jump into the ring, Wu Chang handed the microphone back to the host, indicating it was time for him to leave.

Wu Chang looked at Gray Wolf. True to his name, Gray Wolf was covered in exceptionally abundant body hair, with long coarse hair in shades of gray and gold that almost completely covered the skin of his chest and arms, combined with his disfigured face from the repeated bare-knuckle fights, he resembled a werewolf from a movie.

Gray Wolf indeed had strength. Out of his three losses, two were to players, and one was to the top-ranked in bare-knuckle boxing.

Of the two who defeated Gray Wolf, one was the owner of Blood-Colored Will.

In other key matches, Gray Wolf had never been at a disadvantage and even defeated the now-third-ranked fighter early on.

This shows that the audience's recognition of Gray Wolf's technique is not blind.

The moment Gray Wolf jumped into the ring, excited shouts erupted from the audience.

"Kill him, Gray Wolf!"

"Show him it's not just about size in boxing!"

"Take down the musclehead, hooray for live muscles!"

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The referee arrived, and after confirming neither fighter had any questions, the match began.

To be fair, Old K's bare-knuckle boxing matches were of a high level, and the average standard of the fighters in key matches was equivalent to level seven players.

The level seven extra attributes, combined with their already high starting point, meant these fighters had around fifteen points in strength, agility, life, and endurance. For a strong fighter like Gray Wolf, without any significant drop in the other three attributes, his strength could reach around 20.

If it were Wu Chang before special training with Zhao Yan, based on current stats, it would be difficult to beat Gray Wolf without using skills.

But now, with Fighting Mastery, Wu Chang's technique was a dimensional reduction strike against Gray Wolf.

After all, you can't expect a bunch of bare-knuckle desperados to hire professional teams for guidance in their spare time, formulate scientific training plans, or continuously learn more refined techniques.

If they had such skills and awareness, they would participate in official fighting competitions rather than risk their lives underground.

While falling behind in technique, Wu Chang also uncovered Gray Wolf's weaknesses through two instances of grudge.

Gray Wolf had an injury on his left knee, making his movements to the left slow, and he was overly eager to trade punches, neglecting defense.

Ring, ring, ring.

The bell signaling the start of the round rang, and just as shown in the grudge, Gray Wolf impatiently started pressing forward aggressively filled with hostility.

Wu Chang slowly walked towards Gray Wolf, without any guard, in a relaxed posture.

Gray Wolf felt belittled and immediately swung a left punch, prepared to test Wu Chang's toughness.

But the moment Gray Wolf's shoulder exerted force, Wu Chang dodged in advance, moving first, making him seem exceptionally agile.

In the instant he dodged Gray Wolf's left punch, he fiercely kicked Gray Wolf's injured left knee. With a crisp crack, Gray Wolf's left leg folded unnaturally, and he stumbled to the ground, wailing incessantly.

Wu Chang had always believed that savagely kicking a lame man's good leg was an inhumane and cruel act. With martial virtue, knowing when to stop, he always focused on the lame leg for his kicks.

He pointed at the bewildered referee, then pointed to the helpless Gray Wolf on the ground, indicating the referee to end the match.

The referee hesitated for a moment before announcing, "The winner of this match is the Peace Contestant!"

The cheers that followed the end of the previous match did not erupt; the arena was as quiet as a library.

Everything happened so fast that some spectators, who had their heads down grabbing a chip, looked up to find Gray Wolf laying on the ground, who they had placed high hopes on.

Until Gray Wolf was carried away by the staff, and the referee raised Wu Chang's arm on tiptoe, the audience finally reacted.

The audience's first reaction was not that this newcomer was fierce, but that Gray Wolf was a fake wolf! They always thought his strength exceeded his record, but now realized he was really lousy.

Among the gamblers who bet big on Gray Wolf, there was a collective meltdown, shouting "Water Wolf" and "Trash". Some even protested against match-fixing.

No matter in which world, the meltdown of gambling addicts always looks the same.

Among the gamblers, the one who broke down the most was the punk-haired guy.

Just like Wu Chang said, his current feeling could be summed up in two words: regret.

If he knew the big guy was this fierce, he would have bet not just his organs but also those of his five siblings.

Unfortunately, after Wu Chang's performance in this match, there wouldn't be any 1 to 3 odds again.

After Wu Chang won, he accepted the five thousand Federation Coins prize handed over by the host, but he did not choose to leave, instead, he asked:

"Honestly, I haven't even warmed up yet. Can I fight another round?"

Bare-knuckle matches aren't formal competitions. Requesting a series of fights doesn't disrupt the flow and can even boost the atmosphere.

Upon hearing Wu Chang's request, the audience immediately shouted, "Let him fight! Let him fight!"

The host went offstage to consider it for ten minutes and then arranged a second key match for Wu Chang.

This time, his opponent was the third-ranked fighter who once lost to Gray Wolf, known as Meat Grinder.

Meat Grinder's style differed from Gray Wolf's. He specialized in agility, standing at 185 cm tall, with a lean build, and long limbs.

He excelled at using flexible footwork to maintain distance, then launching a flurry of punches, limiting in damage but relentless like a gale, continually wearing down the opponent's body.