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The elevator descended smoothly, and Li Haotian's blurry figure was reflected on the metal walls, his faded security guard uniform standing out. The air grew murky, and the smell of disinfectant was replaced by a stronger odor, a mixture of sweat, alcohol, and a faint smell of blood.

"bite."

The elevator doors slid open slowly.

A deafening roar instantly filled the room, as if throwing people directly into the crater of an erupting volcano. Blinding lights shone down from the steel frame overhead, converging on a huge octagonal cage in the center. Around the cage were tiered seating areas filled with men and women waving their arms, their faces contorted in fervor.

A host dressed in an extravagant sequined suit is standing on a high commentary platform, holding a microphone and shouting at the top of his lungs.

"This is the hall of blood! This is the holy land of power! Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to hell!"

As soon as Li Haotian stepped out of the elevator, a man in a tight black suit with slicked-back hair, who looked like a manager, approached him. He gave Li Haotian a disapproving once-over.

"Delivery? Why are you so late? Don't you know Black Panther needs water after the match? Hurry up!"

The supervisor clearly mistook Li Haotian for a temporary worker hired by some food delivery platform, speaking in a condescending tone.

He didn't give Li Haotian a chance to speak, but directly took a bottle of mineral water from an ice bucket next to him, shoved it into Li Haotian's hand, and then pushed him.

"Hurry up and send it up, don't keep Brother Black Panther waiting."

Li Haotian glanced at the bottled water in his hand, then at the burly man in the octagon who was enjoying the cheers of the crowd. Without saying anything, he walked over.

Inside the cage, a man over two meters tall, with dark skin and muscles like cast iron, raised his arms high. At his feet lay his opponent, beaten to a bloody pulp and unconscious.

"Black Panther! Black Panther! Black Panther!"

The entire audience was chanting his name.

Li Haotian pushed open the iron cage door and went inside. His security guard uniform clashed with the frenzied and bloody atmosphere around him, like a clove of garlic falling into a plate of exquisite sashimi.

The host noticed him too and shouted, "Oh? Looks like our boxing champion's logistics team has arrived! A water deliveryman! Let's see if Black Panther will give him a little reward!"

Black Panther turned around and saw Li Haotian in his security guard uniform, a cruel, mocking look on his face. He didn't take the bottle of water.

"Bang!"

He kicked the water bottle.

The plastic bottle spun rapidly through the air, crashed into the wire mesh, and exploded into a cloud of water mist.

"I'm thirsty, how about I use your head to quench my thirst?"

Black Panther grinned maliciously, his fist, as big as a casserole dish, slammed into Li Haotian's temple without warning. He didn't even use his full strength in this punch; in his view, it was just to amuse the audience and have some fun.

The audience erupted in shrill screams and laughter.

Everyone was waiting to see the unfortunate water deliveryman's head explode.

Li Haotian stood still, without even blinking.

"Bang!"

A dull, loud bang.

Li Haotian's head swayed slightly, as if it had been blown by the wind.

He's fine.

The laughter from the entire audience abruptly stopped, as if someone had grabbed them by the neck.

The savage grin on Black Panther's face froze. He remained in the punching stance, his entire right arm trembling violently.

"Snap!"

A crisp cracking sound, chilling everyone to the bone, rang out clearly in the silent boxing ring.

Black Panther's fist was still pressed against Li Haotian's forehead, but the bones in his hand, starting from the knuckles, were broken inch by inch, twisting backward in a bizarre manner. Shards of bone pierced the skin, and blood flowed down his arm.

"ah--!!!"

The belated, excruciating pain caused him to erupt in a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered. He clutched his right hand, which had become a pile of mangled flesh, and rolled on the ground in agony.

The entire underground boxing ring was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The host's mouth was agape as the microphone slipped from his hand, emitting a piercing whistle.

In the luxurious private room on the second floor.

Zhao Tianming was holding a glass of red wine, with his arm around a scantily clad female companion, watching the bloody scene on the surveillance screen with great interest.

When he saw the security guard take a punch from Black Panther with his head and emerge unscathed, he spat out the mouthful of Romanée-Conti he had just drunk without thinking.

The woman opposite her was sprayed in the face; the wine-red liquid flowed down her heavily made-up face, making her look disheveled and comical.

"Young Master Zhao...?"

Zhao Tianming ignored her, staring intently at the indifferent face on the screen, his wine glass falling to the carpet with a "clatter".

His eyes were so wide they looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets, and all the color drained from his face.

How could it be him?! What is this jinx doing here?!

Inside the octagonal cage.

Li Haotian acted as if he had done something insignificant. He walked up to the pale-faced supervisor, grabbed him by the collar, and lifted him up.

The supervisor's feet left the ground as he struggled desperately, but he felt as if he were being clamped by an iron clamp and could not move.

"Is that all the intensity?" Li Haotian looked at him and asked seriously, "Can you increase the intensity?"

The supervisor's mind went blank. He looked into Li Haotian's calm, unwavering eyes and felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

Almost instinctively, he shakily pulled a remote control from his pocket and pressed the red button on it.

"roar--!"

On one side of the boxing ring, a heavy iron gate slowly rose with a screeching sound.

Six eerie green lights illuminated the dark passage.

Three giant dogs, each the size of a lion, strode out with heavy steps. They were hairless, with bulging purple veins beneath their dark red skin, and corrosive mucus dripping from their mouths.

This is a bioweapon modified with the genes of a mirror-image organism.

"Tear him apart! Tear him apart!" the supervisor roared with all his might, as if trying to bolster his courage.

The three-headed bio-engineered giant dog let out a low growl, and with a sudden burst of power from its hind legs, it transformed into three black lightning bolts, lunging at Li Haotian from three directions.

The crowd in the stands retreated in fear, lest they be caught in the crossfire.

Li Haotian stood still, not even glancing at the three monsters that were lunging at him.

He simply raised his eyes and looked at the supervisor who was still shouting himself hoarse.

Deep within his pupils, a barely perceptible golden glint flashed and disappeared.

An indescribable, terrifying pressure emanating from the apex predator instantly enveloped the entire space.

The three bio-engineered giant dogs, which were in the midst of a pounce, suddenly froze in mid-air.

The ferocity and brutality they saw were instantly replaced by extreme fear.

"Waaah..."

They let out a pitiful cry, and their massive bodies crashed heavily to the ground like kites with broken strings.

They didn't even dare to stand up anymore, but just tucked their tails between their legs, their bodies trembling like leaves, and finally collapsed on the ground like three puddles of mud, with a pool of foul-smelling liquid flowing out from beneath them.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Li Haotian released his grip.

The supervisor collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud. He looked up at the man in the security guard uniform in front of him, his eyes filled with nothing but endless fear.

It was as if what he saw was not a person, but a demon god emerging from the abyss.