Chapter 60

The Bull approached Shan Ming with a menacing smile, closing in on him step by step.

Shan Ming looked at him coldly, taking note of his vulnerable posture and the disdain in his eyes. Shan Ming thought to himself that if this person hadn’t taken drugs, he wouldn’t even be a worthy opponent. However, after fourteen years of development and progress, the extent to which those drugs had become powerful was what troubled him the most.

As the Bull closed the distance to just a few inches, he suddenly raised his fist and swung it towards Shan Ming.

Very fast!

Shan Ming quickly ducked under the punch, evading it successfully. He then exerted force in his legs and lunged into the Bull’s embrace. With precision, his hardened elbow aimed for the Bull’s diaphragm, delivering a fierce and powerful blow.

The Bull reacted swiftly, retracting his missed punch and instead smashing it into Shan Ming’s back. Shan Ming knew he couldn’t avoid it, so he tried to relax his body as much as possible to absorb the impact. He felt the blow like a heavy hammer striking his spine, causing tremoring pain that almost immediately numbed his body.

Shan Ming was half-kneeling on the ground, his vision slightly blurred. His hands and feet trembled uncontrollably, and the numbness from the blow hadn’t subsided yet. He couldn’t even manage to stand up. This fucker had incredible strength.

Fortunately, that blow had taken its toll on the Bull as well. The powerful strike to his diaphragm caused him to vomit on the spot. His eyes were filled with bloodshot veins as he struggled to breathe properly due.

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The Bull’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as he clutched his throat, desperately trying to breathe. However, the air he managed to inhale into his chest was incredibly scarce. At this point, it was impossible for him to stand up and continue the fight. Just one more kick from Shan Ming, and he would be completely incapacitated.

Shan Ming’s icy gaze swept across the Bull, then scanned the audience stands, before finally settling on Nessis.

Nessis, too, was left dumbfounded. It wasn’t until Shan Ming’s lethal gaze locked onto him that he nervously swallowed a gulp of saliva. He glanced at the bodyguard beside him, who was holding a machine gun, and regained some sense of reassurance.

He pointed towards the Bull on the stage, and then made a throat-slashing gesture.

Initially, Shan Ming held an indifferent attitude toward whether or not to kill this person. After all, someone who was so weak even after being injected with the drug was hardly worth the effort. However, Nessis told him to kill his opponent, and why should he listen to Nessis’s commands?

With a cold snort, Shan Ming walked over and kicked the Bull off the stage, sending him rolling toward its owner’s feet. He then gracefully stepped down from the platform and took a seat in the chair that had been prepared for him.

The entire fight was over in less than five minutes, leaving most of the spectators still in a state of shock, unable to react. However, the group of spectators who had bet on Shan Ming erupted into a frenzy of wild cheers, and the atmosphere in the arena reached its peak.

Many of those who came to place bets were seeking exactly this kind of thrilling underdog victory. By wagering on someone who wasn’t favored to win, they had the potential to earn tens or even hundreds of times their original bet, turning it into a massive windfall. Was there anything more exhilarating and exciting than that?!

The audience began chanting loudly, “Beauty! Beauty!”

Shan Ming felt a deep disgust towards this title, but unfortunately, he couldn’t silence the mouths of so many people.

The two large LED screens hanging from the ceiling of the arena began replaying the clean and decisive lethal moves executed by Shan Ming. The commentator used highly provocative language to sensationalize Shan Ming’s performance and the substantial profits resulting from this surprising upset.

Nessis smiled with satisfaction and elegantly raised his glass towards the opponent’s owner. Shan Ming had won him a round, saving him some of his dignity.

As the doctor examined Shan Ming’s injuries and provided treatment, a massage therapist worked on relaxing his muscles. Shan Ming found the experience quite comfortable and simply decided to close his eyes and enjoy it.

“Mr. Shan.”

Shan Ming opened one eye, only to find Nessis’s face, wearing a hypocritical smile, appearing right in front of him.

“You’re truly remarkable, even better than I imagined. Excellent, simply excellent,” Nessis exclaimed excitedly.

Shan Ming replied coldly, “Say what you want to say and get it over with.”

“Do you have any idea how much I earned just from this match?” Nessis chuckled mysteriously. “Eight million six hundred thousand dollars.”

In his mind, Shan Ming thought, damn, this shit makes so much fucking money. He earned half of the Peregrine Falcon’s mission’s worth by just fighting one match.

Nessis explained, “Actually, not every round earns money like this. The key was that this time, 92% of the people bet on the Bull. Just imagine how much the remaining 8% earned from betting on you. The prize money this time, 8.6 million, it’s all yours.”

Shan Ming sarcastically remarked, “What a profitable deal.”

Nessis replied, “Of course, I won’t lie to you. It’s much more profitable than going on missions, and you’ll have loyal supporters. From now on, if you win a match, we’ll split the prize money in half. Even if you lose, I won’t make you compensate for my losses. As long as you continue to cooperate with me.”

Shan Ming scoffed, “Because if I lose, I’ll be dead. Are you going to seek compensation from a dead man?”

Nessis’s smile remained unchanged. “If I believe you have value in staying alive, I will let you live. Let me witness your boundless potential, my Beauty.”

A cold determination gleamed in Shan Ming’s eyes as he clenched his fist. His greatest motivation now was to have Nessis die in his hands.

He didn’t get much time for rest, Nessis saw that his injuries were just minor and arranged another match for him on the same day at night.

His afternoon match received sufficient publicity, and the second match had noticeably more spectators than the previous one.

After the betting concluded, Nessis informed Shan Ming that the total amount of bets for this match had reached nearly 100 million.

Shan Ming felt his blood boiling inside his body.

Though standing in the Cloud Realm wasn’t Shan Ming’s original intention, the primal fighting instinct within him had been ignited by the brutal world of underground fighting. No matter which battlefield he was on, his thirst for victory and desire to conquer his opponents remained unchanged. Shan Ming turned to Nessis and asked, “Where’s my money?”

Nessis paused for a moment, “What?”

“That eight million, put it all on me.”

Nessis was stunned, then burst into laughter. “You are a true warrior, and a bold gambler.”

As Shan Ming looked at his opponent on the other side of the ring. A towering figure nearly two meters tall, with a square head, big ears, and packs of muscles. He slowly clenched his fist, causing his joints to crackle.

He was indeed a bold gambler, what he wagered was his own life.