Surge of Cultivation

If he could win all five boxing matches set by the club and even win all of them, then he would have fifty thousand federation coins. However, the contract also stated that if a warrior was very confident in his own strength, then he could also challenge someone at a higher level. Since this would be very dangerous for the challenger, no matter who wins, the challenger would be able to receive twice the risk of dying.

Not for anything else, just to quickly gather the remaining 600,000 federal coins needed for Tie Ta's mother's operation!

In addition, just like what Ye Qingdi had said to him when he decided to fight in the dark fist arena, in the dark fist arena, the intense confrontation between high-intensity and high-risk martial artists could greatly increase a martial artist's combat experience and overall strength.

It was said that in the early days of his career, he was not much stronger than the current Ye Qingdi. However, after a few years of punching, although he had suffered a lot of injuries, his strength had rapidly risen, and he had finally become a legendary figure in the world of black boxing. Later on, when he had a certain amount of savings, he had bravely left the black boxing world, married and had a normal life.

However, Ye Qingdi was unable to confirm whether what Tong Shi said was true or false, but judging from Tong Shi's current strength, one could imagine that he was definitely one of the best warriors of the same age as him.

After chatting for a while in the lounge with the three of them, Ye Qingdi found out that the 'uncle' was called Qian San, the 'elder brother' was called Li Long, and the 'elder sister' was called Hu Ling. The three of them came here for a simpler reason than he did.

Some of the people who lived in the lowest levels of society had no choice but to think of all sorts of ways to earn money in order to support their families. For a martial artist, unless he was very strong, otherwise, if he wanted to earn money quickly, the only way he knew was to enter the black fist world.

According to the words of the "Big Sis" Hu Ling, standing on the ring of the Black Fist Sect, one would have to gamble with one's life. Whether one was injured or dead, it didn't matter since one was poor and cheap, it didn't matter!

Suddenly, a flurry of noise came from outside the resting room. It seemed that another fight had ended, and it was now the turn of Hu Ling, who was called "Big Sister" by Ye Qingdi.

"Sister Ling, you can do it!" If we win, we will have the 10,000 federal coins! " Ye Qingdi said with a smile.

"That's right!" Hu Ling stood up, shook her limbs and loosened her muscles. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and said with a grave expression, "God bless me, I must win today! He had to win! After getting the 10,000 yuan, big brother Bai Pang will be accompanying you in the evening! "

It wasn't until Hu Ling walked out of the lounge that Ye Qingdi realized that this elder sister was actually a "drug addict". She only earned money from blackmailing because she wanted to take drugs.

The black art was full of risks, but it could also be deadly. Ye Qingdi did not feel any sympathy for what this "big sister" had done. He only felt sadness for her life.

Soon, Hu Ling's fight ended. Ye Qingdi and the other two had received news from a waiter that Hu Ling was seriously injured and crippled. They might not be able to take care of themselves for the rest of their lives.

After the waiter left, Ye Qingdi and the other two looked at each other, shaking their heads and sighing. A layer of shadow even covered the hearts of Qian San and Li Long.

"My wife wants to wear gold necklaces, designer cosmetics, nice clothes. I love my wife, so for her sake, I must not lose! Bless me! " When it was Li Long's turn to go on stage, he pulled himself together and left this message.

Li Long's result was much better than Hu Ling's. Although he fought until the end, his whole body was injured, but he still won against his opponent. He took the ten thousand yuan prize money and went into the resting room to show off to Ye Qingdi and Qian San, then excitedly left.

"The reason why I came to execute the underworld fist art is to support my family..." When it was Qian San's turn to go on stage, he took out a photo and showed it to Ye Qingdi with a wry smile.

From the photos, Qian San's wife seemed to be a very strong woman, and their son's age was about the same as Ye Qingdi. According to Qian San, his son was a student of the Federation's Starship Academy, and he studied the maintenance of all kinds of starships, a career with great prospects. However, the tuition fees of the Starship Academy was very expensive, and ordinary families would find it difficult to afford it.

"In fact, our family's financial situation is pretty good, but ever since our son entered the Starship Academy, making friends and making girlfriends became more and more expensive, becoming more and more expensive. In just a short year, our family's savings were all lost to him. "My wife dotes on her own son and says that I am an incompetent man who cannot afford to raise a family …"

He stood up slowly, and when Ye Qingdi handed the photo back to him, he waved his hand and said, "Little brother Qing Di, there is an address for our family on the back of this photo. If I am defeated on the stage and can't stand up again, please inform my family and ask them to come and retrieve my corpse. If I win, I'll come get the picture. Sigh, once you enter the black fist world, life and death will be decided by the heavens! Every time before we go on stage, I will always be prepared to never be able to stand up … "

"Uncle Qian, you need to have confidence in yourself!" Sometimes, fighting spirit can also determine the outcome of a match! " Although Ye Qingdi said this, he still threw the photo that Qian San gave him into his pocket. He then said, "Didn't the contract book say that when a martial artist can't hold out during a fight, they have the right to admit defeat!"

"Admit defeat?" Qian San smiled sadly. "To a warrior, honor is everything, admitting defeat is humiliation! Especially in the arena of Black Fist. If anyone admitted defeat, then he would be mocked and ridiculed, and he wouldn't have to stay in the world of Black Fist anymore! Besides, there was an unwritten rule in the world of black boxing. Once one entered the arena, they would never stop until they saw the blood-red light! If I lose, even if I don't die, I will still be heavily injured. Sigh, there is no such thing as a victorious general. Even the strongest martial artist in this world would be defeated one day if they stayed in the dark fist realm for too long. I am thinking of the day I would be defeated … Maybe today, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow … "

As Qian San spoke, he sighed again. Under the guidance of the waiter, he left the lounge and headed towards the arena.

Ye Qingdi was the only one left in the resting room. When he was bored out of his mind, he took out the photo that Qian San gave him and started to look at it again.

That's right, there were no ever-victorious generals in this world. No matter how strong a martial artist was, there would always be a day when they were defeated or surpassed. If they wanted to remain undefeated for a long time, the only way was to continuously cultivate and improve.

After a while, a wave of sounds came from outside. Ye Qingdi's eyelids twitched, he knew that this was the most crucial moment in the fight, so he suddenly tightened the hand holding the photo, got up and rushed to the door of the resting room, and forcefully opened the door.

"Sir, your serial number has yet to be called. Please wait a moment!" A waiter of the club outside the door saw Ye Qingdi rushing out. He could not help but be shocked, and went up to him politely.

"I want to go to the arena to watch the show. Is there a rule that says I can't?" Emperor Ye Qing said.

"This... Out of duty, I still advise you not to watch the fight while the fight is going on, because this will create some psychological pressure on you, causing you to feel nervous, thus affecting your ability to display your strength in the fight. Of course, if you insist on going, I won't stop you … "

"Pressure?" Nervous? You are talking about someone else, it has nothing to do with me! When this person sees someone fighting against me, his blood will boil and his fighting spirit will rise. When it is his turn to stand on the stage, he will display his superior strength. Do you believe that? " Ye Qingdi said with a smile.

The waiter looked at Ye Qingdi and thought: "I don't believe it! "You little brat, you are just bragging too much. Later on, you will be beaten up to the point of crying for your parents. If you are half dead, then you can't be bragging anymore!"

He saw that Ye Qingdi was determined to enter the ring at this time, so he didn't stop him and pointed out a path for him to enter.

Walking up a long tunnel, the sound became louder and louder like waves. When the end of the tunnel, everything suddenly became clear. A large boxing arena appeared in front of Ye Qingdi's eyes.

His left arm was already hanging in the air, and his arm was hanging limply by its side. It was unknown if it was broken or if it was just broken, but he had to rely on his right arm and both legs to deal with the opponent's attacks. His opponent's face was fierce, perhaps because he felt that victory was on the line, and his attack was getting fiercer and fiercer.

There were nearly a thousand spectators sitting around the stage. The two fighters on the stage were fighting intensely, and they were also in high spirits, some were cheering, some were cursing, and there were even some who did not hold any hope of victory in this fight. They lowered their heads, calculating who they should bet on in the next fight, and how much they should place their bets.

"Boom!"

A deafening sound came from the arena as Qian San's chest was struck by a fierce fist from Qi San. His body was sent flying and his back hit the "Heavenly Shield" at the edge of the arena before he was sent flying to the ground.

When he saw Qian San, who was on the stage, struggle to get up, a trickle of blood running down the corner of his mouth. He knew that his internal organs had been injured by the impact of the punch just now, so he couldn't help but break out into a cold sweat for him.