Starting from becoming a god, I travel through the heavens.

"Kill him! Kill him!" As Zhao Sheng stood in the iron cage, countless people in the surrounding seats roared. They came seeking thrills, and they went mad whenever they saw a dead body.

Zhao Sheng remained unaffected by the noise; his eyes, visible through the mask, remained calm. The burly man opposite him, seeing this, roared repeatedly and pounded on the iron cage.

The guards outside the iron cage, seeing the atmosphere reach its climax, closed the iron gates, and the competition officially began.

"Kill him! Kill him!" they shouted even louder, and the atmosphere reached a fever pitch.

boom!

The moment the iron gate closed, Zhao Sheng darted out like a cheetah. Before the burly man could react, he punched him in the chin with his fist, then with his feet on the ground, he grabbed his arm with his fingers, dislocating his tendons and bones!

The burly man's eyes changed, revealing pain, and cold sweat slid down his forehead, but he didn't utter a sound, enduring the pain as he tried to retaliate.

Seeing this, Zhao Sheng shifted his body to the side and slammed his foot hard into the back of the strong man's knee. Immediately afterward, a "crack" was heard, and the kneecap broke.

"Ah!!" The burly man couldn't hold back any longer and screamed in agony. He knew he was no match for this man and wanted to admit defeat and beg for mercy, "I admit..."

Zhao Sheng raised his foot, his toe piercing the strong man's temple like a sword, cracking his skull and severing his life. Then he watched as the man lay down with dull, lifeless eyes, his gaze unchanged from beginning to end.

Participating in underground boxing is like this; there are no kind souls here, and a slight misstep can lead to utter ruin, so he has no pity for anyone.

Participating in such a competition already puts one's life at risk, so how could one possibly beg for mercy from their opponents? Since one has participated, one should be prepared to die.

Similarly, if he were to die in the ring, he wouldn't resent his opponent. He chose his own path, and he can't blame others for his death.

From the start of the match to the killing of the strong man, Zhao Sheng only took less than a minute, and it was clean and efficient.

However, the clean and decisive match brought the escalating momentum to an abrupt halt, leaving countless people looking at each other in a brief silence.

"I didn't expect Xuan Cang to be so strong after just a few months. He might actually be able to kill tonight's main event." Black Wolf thought to himself, sitting upright in the stands and stroking his chin.

He remembered that the boxer who killed someone wasn't as clean and efficient as Xuan Cang, nor as fierce. "Why don't we place a bet? If we make a fortune, we won't have to do this anymore."

He's not young anymore; he should be thinking about his future. Underground boxing isn't a long-term career. "Damn it, he's so indecisive, like a woman. It's all or nothing!"

After saying that, Black Wolf stood up and headed towards the betting area.

The staff responsible for cleaning up the body entered the iron cage, glanced at Zhao Sheng who was resting with his eyes closed, and dragged the burly man's body away.

There was no blood on the ring, so there was no need to clean it.

The surroundings were noisy.

On the seating area, a young man stared intently at Zhao Sheng on the platform. He wore a mask, crossed his arms, and had bandages wrapped around his hands. He exuded a fierce aura, clearly having killed many people.

"He's a boxer too. Looks like there's going to be a tough fight tonight," the young man murmured.

As if sensing something, Zhao Sheng opened his eyes and looked at the young man. Their eyes met. "He should be the boxer that Black Wolf mentioned. I wonder which school he belongs to."

The young man nodded, which was considered a greeting.

Zhao Sheng withdrew his gaze, pondering how to kill such an arrogant person.

At this moment, the next contestant stepped onto the stage, and then, within minutes, he died in the ring.

The third match...

The fourth match...

The fifth match...

In three consecutive matches, Zhao Sheng cleanly and decisively defeated his opponents. He respected every contestant, so unlike the strong man in the first match who was killed by kicking, he beat him to death with his bare hands.

His odds changed from 1:2 to 1:1. Having previously participated in underground boxing matches, the organizers naturally knew this murderer who had killed more than twenty people.

Therefore, the odds won't be very high, otherwise Black Wolf wouldn't have bet his entire fortune on it; he would have gambled everything.

Success leads to financial freedom; failure means returning to your old profession.

Zhao Sheng shook his hands to loosen his palms. His knuckles were a little sore from killing people with his fists in three consecutive matches. His gaze fell on the young man again, and his eyes flickered.

The meaning is quite clear.

Your turn.

The young man understood Zhao Sheng's meaning, stood up, and walked towards the iron cage. His arms hung down like a monkey's, and his steps were light and agile, making him look like a monkey walking.

"Moving like a monkey, Tongbei Fist." Zhao Sheng saw through the young man's fist technique at a glance. Tongbei Fist is highly recognizable, known for its pair of long iron arms, which are like a protective armor.

For an ordinary person, a single blow to the arm would either break a bone or cause severe pain for a long time.

Years of hammering wooden stakes, coupled with the use of medicinal solutions, have given him arms that are practically made of steel.

The young man moved nimbly and quickly entered the iron cage. Looking at Zhao Sheng opposite him, he also sensed a fierce aura emanating from him. "This person is probably stronger than me!"

"Tongbei Quan, Li Quan."

"Zhao Sheng."

Li Quan frowned, his eyes filled with displeasure. He had already explained his own martial arts style, yet the person opposite him was so arrogant. Did he think he was unworthy to know?

When he punches him to death, hopefully he won't be begging for mercy on his knees.

Clang!

The iron cage is closed.

Zhao Sheng strode forward with a loud thud, raised his right arm, and brought his palm down like a knife or axe, his aura fierce as a tiger, his movements wide and sweeping, aiming to strike first.

Seeing this, Li Quan dared not be careless. He dodged to the side, swung his iron arm and whipped out, making a whooshing sound.

He has practiced Tongbei Quan for more than 20 years since he was a child. His iron arms have long been quite skilled. They can leave marks on ordinary wood. If a person is hit by a whip, broken bones and tendons are considered light.

Zhao Sheng took two steps back to dodge, his five fingers forming an eagle claw as he extended them. His five fingers were thick and powerful, clearly indicating that he was an expert in Eagle Claw Boxing.

Li Quan's hair stood on end. He dodged left and right, staring at the five fingers that resembled eagle claws, and cursed inwardly, "Damn it, isn't he a Xingyi Quan practitioner? How does he know Eagle Claw Fist?"

Zhao Sheng gave him no chance. He changed his footwork and took advantage of Li Quan's distraction to suddenly kick him, causing him to stagger backward, his eyes flashing with pain.

Zhao Sheng not only practices boxing but also legwork. This front kick was quite powerful, and you could tell from Li Quan's eyes that he was in great pain.

Seizing the opportunity, Zhao Sheng pressed his advantage relentlessly, a move so intense it was like kissing someone.

Li Quan's expression changed drastically, and he felt fear. After seeing Zhao Sheng practice more than two boxing techniques, his spirits had weakened, and he was no longer as confident as when he first stepped onto the stage.

Fear will weaken your fighting skills, making you less fierce than before. The most taboo thing for a boxer in combat is fear. Even if you know that death is the final outcome, you will not feel fear.

Because that would only make you die faster!

Zhao Sheng naturally realized this. Boxers like Li Quan who participated in underground boxing were too inexperienced, had killed too few people, and had not yet developed the awareness to be fearless of death.

When encountering someone stronger than oneself, one may unconsciously feel fear, but after a period of adjustment, one will regain one's usual ferocity.

Zhao Sheng wouldn't give him time or opportunity to adapt. In underground boxing matches, the strong survive and the weak die. For Li Quan, death is the only path he can take!

Tear!

Zhao Sheng's five fingers, like iron claws, gripped Li Quan's throat. Then, with a forceful tug, he ripped out Li Quan's trachea, causing blood to spray and stain his mask and clothes.

His eyes remained calm, even indifferent!

Li Quan stared wide-eyed, clutching his neck as he looked at Zhao Sheng across from him. Seeing the other man's cold gaze, his vision blurred and he sank into complete darkness.

boom!

His body fell to the ground, blood gushing out and staining the ring beneath him red.

Crash!

The people sitting on the surrounding stands, having watched the exciting fight end and seeing the blood-stained man standing on the stage, all stood up and cheered.

Of course, there were curses, but Zhao Sheng didn't care.

After glancing at Li Quan's corpse, Zhao Sheng casually tossed away the flesh and turned to leave the iron cage. The underground boxing match was over for the night.