Martial Arts Godhood: At the Start, Rebels Asked Me to Be an Undercover Agent

Xiao Wang was very interested in this talent program. Although there were only ten spots available and the competition was fierce, the number of spots for entering the inner city was even smaller. In other words, if he couldn't get into this talent program, he could forget about entering the inner city.

Most importantly, the spots for entering the inner city will most likely be selected from among the ten people in this talent program.

But there's no rush now, there are still a few months left. The most important thing right now is to raise tuition fees.

Last time I delivered goods to Sister Hua, she gave me an extra 10,000 Federal Dollars, bringing my total to 15,000 Federal Dollars. Adding that to the Federal Dollars I had on hand, I had a total of over 40,000. However, the tuition and expenses for the martial arts school, plus the tuition for Yuanshan Martial Arts Academy, will require another 130,000 Federal Dollars.

This does not include the various expenses after enrollment.

"That's quite a difference."

Xiao Wang sighed inwardly and casually asked Chu Wenlong beside him, "Brother Long, do you know any ways to make money? I'd like to know a couple."

"Brother Wang, are you short of money? You should have said so earlier. How about this: you fight me a few times a day, and I'll give you 1000 Federal Coins for each match?"

Xiao Wang listened and smiled, "You really don't value money at all. Never mind, I'm leaving now."

After saying that, Xiao Wang prepared to return to the martial arts school first, thinking that he might get another delivery order and earn a few thousand more.

As for making money by sparring with Chu Wenlong, I think I'll pass. Although it seems like there's a price tag, it's clearly a favor. Favors in the outer city of Yuanshan City aren't easy to repay, especially to wealthy families like this.

"Brother Wang, wait a minute."

After Xiao Wang took a few steps, Chu Wenlong called out to him from behind and followed.

"Brother Wang, are you really short of money?"

"Terrible, extremely bad."

Xiao Wang answered as he walked out without stopping.

Chu Wenlong followed Xiao Wang and said, "Brother Wang, wait a minute. I actually know a way, but it's a bit difficult to make money this way. I know you don't want to owe me a favor, so I'll give you this information as repayment for the favor I did for you last time."

Hearing Chu Wenlong's words, which didn't seem like a joke, Xiao Wang stopped, turned around, and asked, "What kind of approach?"

Have you ever heard of underground boxing gyms?

"An underground boxing gym? Black boxing?"

Chu Wenlong was taken aback. "Underground boxing? What underground boxing?"

"It's nothing, please continue."

"It's an underground boxing gym; you can make money by boxing."

Xiao Wang listened, realizing this was just underground boxing. "Doesn't the police care?"

"Huh? Why should the police intervene? It's all voluntary; they're not forcing you to fight." Chu Wenlong looked at Xiao Wang with some surprise and continued, "The police not only don't intervene, they even encourage it."

"Advocate? What's the logic behind that?"

"Most of the security incidents in this outer district are conflicts between gangs. Rather than letting them fight on the streets, it's better to let them settle things in the boxing ring."

Xiao Wang listened, and it made some sense logically.

At the same time, he also remembered that when he was testing drugs at Fusheng, so many people died at once, and the police only gave some compensation and that was it. How could they possibly care about something like boxing?

And from that drug trial, he realized that people seemed to have gotten used to it.

It's obvious that Chu Wenlong is quite used to it.

"Boxing... am I good enough at this level?"

"Brother Wang, you underestimate yourself. No problem, it also has different levels. You'll definitely be fine fighting in non-life-or-death arenas. You'll see when you get there."

"Not a life-or-death arena?" Xiao Wang repeated, "Are there life-or-death arenas?"

You'll see when you get there.

Chu Wenlong said, handing the address to Xiao Wang, "The show starts tonight, you can go check it out. Find someone called Brother Yu, and just say I recommended you."

Xiao Wang noted down the address and returned to the martial arts school to practice his fist techniques for an afternoon. Finally, he managed to convert most of the damage in the bead, and the bead turned grayish-white.

After dinner, he made an excuse to leave the martial arts school and headed toward the address Chu Wenlong had given him.

After leaving the house, walk through seven blocks, then turn into an alley, go down the steps to a basement, walk another thirty meters, open a heavy iron door, and then go through a long corridor to a door.

Standing at the door, Xiao Wang could see the faint light peeking through the crack in the door, and at the same time, he could hear very faint noises.

He then opened the door, and immediately a burst of light and shouts filled the air.

"Get him."

"Hit his leg!"

"Steal his bottom lane."

Looking at the scene before him, Xiao Wang knew he had come to the right place; this was the underground boxing ring that Chu Wenlong had told him about.

Amidst the loud shouts and dazzling lights, Xiao Wang looked around the venue. It wasn't very big, but the ceiling was very high. The layout didn't resemble the boxing gyms of his previous life; instead, it looked more like a billiards hall. There were no seats; instead, there were three rings in the center of the venue.

At this moment, fierce battles were taking place on all three arenas, while the arenas were surrounded by shouting and screaming spectators.

Xiao Wang didn't rush to find the Brother Yu that Chu Wenlong mentioned, but instead stood aside and observed the situation.

He noticed that there were numbers written next to each ring, and after asking the onlookers, he learned that they were the odds of winning and the proportion of people betting on them.

"This isn't a boxing gym, it's practically a boxing casino!"

Xiao Wang pondered for a moment, observing the three arenas. The intensity of the fighting increased in that order. After looking at them, he judged that his skill level was somewhere between the second and third arenas.

He also found out that the prices for fighters in these three rings were 1000 Federal Coins per match, 5000 Federal Coins per match, and 10,000 Federal Coins per match, respectively, and of course, you could only get that price if you won.

Furthermore, he observed that this place was different from the boxing he knew. Here, during the match, spectators could use Federal Coins to make demands on the boxers, and if the boxers complied, they would receive the corresponding Federal Coins.

For example, right now, one player in the intermediate arena is clearly lying on the ground, but an announcement comes over the loudspeaker: "Player Niu Renli, if you win this round, you will receive an extra 5000 Federal Coins."

Clearly, this means that some spectators placed extra bets during the match. If the expert wins this round, in addition to the original 5000 Federal Coins, they will receive an extra 5000 Federal Coins.

This will unleash potential, making the competition more exciting and more brutal.

Sure enough, the bull-man who had been lying on the ground in the arena tried to get up again after hearing these words, but Xiao Wang observed that his knee was probably broken.

No matter how hard he tried to stand up, he couldn't, and then he shouted.

"what!"

Despite the intense pain, I still wanted to stand up.

But in the end, it couldn't be done.

At the same time, his opponent delivered a knee strike to his chin, knocking the bull unconscious.

After he lost consciousness, the onlookers showed no fear or concern for whether he was alive or dead. Instead, they cheered for those who had won and sighed for those who had lost.

Then staff members carried the bull off the stage and threw it in a corner.

Then a woman carrying a very weak-looking child came to Niu Renli's side, crying and calling his name.

As Xiao Wang watched, preparing to go over and check on the situation, Niu Renren spat out a mouthful of blood, then slowly sat up, looked at the woman in front of him, and said dejectedly, "Wife, I'm sorry, I didn't get the five thousand federal coins, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's okay," the woman said between sobs. "Let's go home, we'll think of something when we get home."

Then the woman, supporting the ox-man, limped toward the gate.

As Xiao Wang watched their retreating figures, he suddenly thought of the older brother who had participated in the drug trial with him, and his daughter who received the death compensation from his drug trial.