The Playboy Bodyguard of the Beautiful CEO

Chapter 1072 974: The Frenzied Underground Boxing Arena

That night, Yang Tian and the others rested at Eliza's place.

Early the next morning, Yang Tian and Eliza left this area, which represented New York City's wealthiest villa district, and headed to the city center, intending to find a way to collect enough Martial Arts Demon Qi.

New York City is the most prosperous city in the world.

It hosts immigrants and tourists from all over the globe and offers a wide range of entertainment options, both legal and illegal. Yang Tian and Eliza arrived at a nearby plaza, famous for wrestling matches from around the world. Beneath this plaza, there is a moderately-sized underground venue.

When night falls, this underground venue hosts thrilling and intense underground boxing matches.

In Milan, there is a world-renowned free fighting project. Fighters from all around the world dream of achieving fame here, but such competitions are too formal and require participants to undergo cumbersome procedures to enter the Martial Arts Platform.

The underground boxing ring lacks these constraints.

As long as you're not afraid of death and dare to fight, you can sign up on the same night and step onto the Martial Arts Platform to challenge. If you defeat your opponent, you can immediately receive a large cash prize.

Moreover, there's no responsibility for killing someone, making it bloodier and more frenzied than officially held fighting competitions, attracting a large number of upper-class socialites to watch and bet.

Yang Tian and Eliza visited the nearby Chinatown, indulging in food and fun, and by 5:30 PM, they arrived at the plaza, where they found the entrance to the underground boxing ring inside a nearby bar.

However, when they intended to enter, they were stopped by two burly men: "Sorry, please show your invitation!"

"You need an invitation to enter?"

Yang Tian frowned.

Eliza quickly explained, "Yang, in such underground boxing rings, fighters might die at any time. Without an invitation from the organizers, it's hard to get in."

"Oh."

Yang Tian nodded and activated Spiritual Breath, lightly tapping the shoulders of the two burly men.

The two thugs immediately knelt down in front of Yang Tian, respectfully saying, "Welcome to your arrival!"

Yang Tian and Eliza proceeded down, greeted by waves of frenzied shouting. Yang Tian looked up to see, on the underground boxing arena's central Martial Arts Platform, two men fiercely battling.

Here, referees do not need to be professional. They usually stand below and only announce results when the two men on the Martial Arts Platform fight to the death.

Once the fight starts, the referee doesn't call for a stop.

Thus, on the Martial Arts Platform, as soon as one fighter gains the upper hand, they will madly kill the opponent.

Mercy and sportsmanship are rare here; everything is to entertain the audience, who cheer frantically as the fighters battle to a painful death.

"Hit him, kill him!"

Voices shouted in waves.

On the Martial Arts Platform, a tall Westerner had already knocked down a large black man. The black man tried to struggle up but could not stand steadily, almost tottering on the platform.

The Westerner seized the advantage, and amid the crowd's cheers, swung a whip leg towards the black man's head.

With this strike, the black man fell against the railing, completely losing his resistance.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"

Cries rang out.

The Westerner pounced, delivering a series of straight punches to his opponent's head. By the time he finished, the black man was down on the Martial Arts Platform, foaming at the mouth, bleeding from every orifice.

From one glance, Yang Tian understood that the black man had suffered a concussion. Blood had seeped into his brainstem; he was beyond saving.

The black man continued to tremble and convulse on the Martial Arts Platform, ultimately dying in agony.

"The winner of this match is Blas!"

The referee excitedly rushed onto the Martial Arts Platform, raising the winner's fist.

"Blas! Blas! Blas!"

Cheers erupted from the arena.

Seeing this, Eliza shook her head, "This isn't competition; it's brutal combat! As long as the audience wants to see it, fighters can kill each other."

Yang Tian activated his Divine Sense to perceive his surroundings, clearly feeling the intense frenzy in the eyes of hundreds of spectators, their strong admiration for Blas, exactly what Yang Tian needed: "Here, the audience is fiercely passionate. As long as you have strength, you can gather a vast amount of admiration!"

"Let me sign you up!"

Eliza understood that they came here to collect Martial Arts Demon Qi.

She headed to the second-floor hall, found the hall manager, and registered a name directly.

Afterward, three rounds of frenzied combat ensued on the Martial Arts Platform, each typically ending with the death of a fighter. Yang Tian noticed that the venue especially liked arranging death matches between fighters of different races, as if that was the only way to stir the audience's most passionate enthusiasm.

After all, in such a large underground boxing venue, there were many Caucasians and Asians.

"The next fifth round of insane confrontation is between Blas and Yang Tian!"

The host's voice resonated.

"Blas? He's rested? Ready for a second match?"

The spectators' eyes blazed with frenzied anticipation.

After all, this Blas was ranked among the top three fighters in the underground boxing arena. Every challenger had died at his hands, and due to Yang Tian's first appearance, the audience's eyes were filled with mad brilliance: "Blas! Blas! Blas!"

"Yang, it's our turn."

Eliza said to Yang Tian.

"Hmm."

Yang Tian nodded, and with a light leap, drew a parabola over the crowd, landing steadily on the Martial Arts Platform.

This display silenced the frenzied underground boxing arena.

All eyes widened in surprise, fixated on Yang Tian.

"What's going on? He jumped from five meters away onto the Martial Arts Platform?"

"Is he Superman? How did he jump so far?"

"Is he a fighter from Asia? Is he a Martial Artist?"

The crowd started discussing intensely.

Blas, standing on the Martial Arts Platform, also frowned, staring hard at Yang Tian: "I've never seen you. Is this your first time participating in a match here?"

"That's right. You're too violent, with too much blood on your hands. Today, I am here to act on behalf of heaven and take you down!"

Yang Tian said, and even before the referee could announce the start, he had already leapt forward…