In the past, Ji Wenyu didn't know that there was such a place. Now that he knew, he had to make good use of it, so he had to participate in Zheng Xiaoren's game. If possible, Ji Wenyu even wanted to participate in more such competitions when he had time, force himself to add some pressure to himself. Only by tempering between life and death, strengthening his will, stimulating his body's potential, and improving combat experience.

Zheng Xiaoren had worked so hard that he finally put Ji Wenyu in. How could he let them go easily? Hearing Chen Biwang's words, he sneered: "It's okay to admit defeat. In addition to agreeing to the condition I just proposed, you two will kneel down and kowtow to me three times in front of everyone. I can let you go."

To admit defeat, not only have to agree to your conditions, but also to kneel down and kowtow? This is to step on our faces into the mud. Chen Biwang said angrily: "Killing people is just a head-on, don't bully people too much."

Zheng Xiaoren sneered and said, "If you are afraid of losing, go up and fight. Maybe you can still win."

Chen Biwang had to argue a few more words, and Ji Wenyu pulled him back. Things have reached this point, and it is useless to fight for these things. Zheng Xiaoren is rushing to find a beating, so he is not polite. After Ji Wenyu comforted Chen Biwang, he said, "Since I have taken over the ring, I will naturally not regret it, but I have a question, what if you lose?"

Hearing Ji Wenyu's words, Zheng Xiaoren couldn't help laughing. What should I do if I lose? How could I lose? How could I lose? I, a martial artist who is very successful in spirit, lose to you, this unknown boy? It's so ridiculous. Zheng Xiaoren has never considered himself losing, nor has he thought about what to do if he loses, and said, "What do you think you will do?"

Ji Wenyu said coldly without thinking: "I don't make things difficult for you. If you lose, shout three times on the stage, you are a toad. Go as far as you see us, don't let us see you again."

Ji Wenyu's tone was stiff, as if he had already decided that he wanted to win, which made Zheng Xiaoren very uncomfortable and said, "You, huh, let's talk about it when you win."

The two of them refused to give in and signed up for the organizer of Black Fist on the spot. The organizer was also very efficient and arranged their game after the next official game. Now there is still half an hour before their game begins, which is enough for them to prepare for the pre-match.

Ji Wenyu was confident, so naturally there was nothing to worry about. Chen Biwang was different. He just relied on an impulse and now he calmed down, so he was a little scared.

If Zheng Xiaoren didn't have two brushes, how could he dare to set up the arena easily? Moreover, the other party's preparations were very sufficient. After signing up, he went directly to the garage to change his clothes. He was wearing loose sportswear, sports shoes on his feet, and even knee pads and wrist guards.

Look at Ji Wenyu, there is no preparation. She is still wearing a bathrobe and slippers at this time. This is completely unequal. He knows that Ji Wenyu has some martial arts skills, but isn’t it a joke to compete in the heels of slippers? Even if he goes out to buy sportswear temporarily, it’s too late to go out. Zheng Xiaoren is really hateful. I guess he has already reached this point.

Chen Biwang was even more worried about this competition than Ji Wenyu. He personally went to the organizer of Black Fist to ask if there were any clothes and shoes for the competition. The result was disappointing. The private competition was all brought by themselves, and they had no extras.

Half an hour passed quickly, and another formal boxing match on the ring was coming to an end. The two on the stage were young men in their twenties, but their cultivation was not low at all. They were actually Mingjin's cultivation level, and their actions were more ruthless than the other.

The final result was also a loss-making loss. One of them had a broken arm and was hanging from a strange angle. Although he won, it would take at least several months to recover his combat power. The other one was hit on the back of the head by a heavy technique and fainted on the stage. The situation would not be much better than the one who won.

Another person was carried away. Chen Biwang became more and more scared when he looked at it. He shouldn't have encouraged Ji Wenyu to come to such a place. The game is too cruel. If he has some problems, how should he explain to his family?

The layman watches the excitement and the expert looks at the tricks. As a cultivator at the third level of the Kaimai Realm, Ji Wenyu's experience is completely different. His spiritual consciousness is like a video recorder, which clearly sees every detail of the battle on the field. From defense to avoidance, from exercising force to punching, body coordination, movement coordination, nerve reaction, brain operation, use of bright spirit, etc., it is like a live teaching subject, which has benefited Ji Wenyu a lot.

Not only that, Ji Wenyu even has time to think about the same attack, how to avoid the same opponent, how to find flaws if he is. Even if Ji Wenyu did not play in person and was just a spectator below, he felt that his strength was increasing little by little. It was true that only by fighting could he train people.

Zheng Xiaoren turned a blind eye to the game on the court, just leaned on the chair next to him to accumulate strength. He occasionally opened his eyes and sneered at Ji Wenyu and Chen Biwang, as if he was already sure to win the next game.

The ring was cleaned up quickly. Zheng Xiaoren and Ji Wenyu and others came to the preparation area outside the ring. The lights on the field shone on the two of them. At the same time, the host also began to introduce the information of the two.

This game is a private competition. When registering, the two simply signed up for their names and basic physical conditions. The organizer had nothing to introduce, so they could only try to turn on the lights on their bodies so that the gamblers could observe them by themselves.

The betting time was only twenty minutes. Not long after, the gamblers in the audience went to the betting station to bet one after another. Everyone seemed to be optimistic about Zheng Xiaoren, and of course some people like to bet on the unpopular ones, but in general, the winners of Zheng Xiaoren are still the majority, and Ji Wenyu are only a very small number of winners, which can be seen from the odds on the electronic screen.

Seeing that the game was about to begin, Chen Biwang finally couldn't help it and said, "Wen Yu, I think it's better to forget it. This game is too cruel. During the time we came in, the four players were slightly injured and two seriously injured. This is a bet on their lives."

Ji Wenyu comforted him and said, "How can you regret it when you reach this point? Just keep your heart in your stomach. I'm not afraid, what are you worried about?"

It’s not that Chen Biwang didn’t believe Ji Wenyu, but that he was frightened by the cruelty of Black Fist and said, “I’m worried about you. What if something happens to you? After all, I brought you here. If something happens to you, I will be condemned by my conscience in the future.”
Chapter completed!