You promised yourself to be a caged bird, but you became the supreme young master?

Chapter 82 Rivals from the West

"Your first game is tonight."

Since this is your first time participating, I can only apply for three matches for you at a time.

If you win the first match, don't rush to leave. Someone will arrange your second and third matches.

The gloomy-looking middle-aged man at the underground boxing registration office spoke meticulously.

Logically speaking, a newcomer who has never participated in a single underground boxing match can only fight one match a day at most.

But rules are rigid, while people are flexible.

The truth lies with the other side.

He glanced at Lu Guhong, who was standing to the side, with awe, even though he didn't know whether the other party was a branch family member or a member of the main family of the Lu clan.

Based solely on the fact that the other party is a Qi Refining Realm cultivator, even the person in charge of the Qinghe City Black Boxing Arena, who is at the mid-stage of the Qi Refining Realm, would not underestimate him.

"Let's go back first."

"Come back here tonight." After leaving the registration desk, Lu Qingyan looked at the two of them and said.

With less than three months remaining in the competition for a spot in the Secret Realm, every day is precious.

Lu Heng naturally had no objections, and so did Lu Guhong, as the caregiver.

Simply by taking care of the animals, one can obtain the resources that one would normally earn by working hard to complete tasks.

At the same time, you can also befriend two cultivation geniuses.

No cultivator from a branch of the Qi Refining Secret Realm would refuse such a thing.

"I can come over with Steward Gu Hong tonight, so we won't bother you."

Lu Heng offered his opinion, which he believed was feasible.

He fought in underground boxing matches to earn resources for his own cultivation, and Lu Qingyan's willingness to provide so much help was already more than enough.

He didn't feel that Lu Qingyan would forever owe him anything just because he saved her once.

That would be incredibly foolish.

"No need." Lu Qingyan rejected the idea without even thinking.

"I'm also curious to see how many games you can actually play."

"You've been talking big all along." Realizing her answer had been too hasty, she quickly added.

"Okay." Lu Heng naturally wouldn't refuse.

Time flew by and it was already past midnight when the three of them arrived at the underground boxing ring once again.

Instead of entering through the previous entrance, Lu Heng was led by a servant in the underground boxing ring to the waiting area, while the other two went to the spectator area.

Without much further explanation or waiting, a servant came to the waiting area to inform the contestants that the first match was about to begin and they could go on stage.

Stepping out of the quiet, soundproof waiting area, Lu Heng could instantly sense the dramatic change in the atmosphere around him.

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Noise, anxiety, violence.

The venue for underground boxing matches is neither the octagon of the past nor some dirty and chaotic underground place.

Instead, it resembles a circular arena in the style of ancient Rome.

A match must have just ended on the arena, as there was a dark red stain on the ground.

Apart from the central arena, the surrounding stands were now packed with people.

Judging from their attire and aura, none of the people on the viewing platform were ordinary people; at the very least, they were all independent cultivators, and unsurprisingly, there were also quite a few scions of aristocratic families.

But in the stands of the underground boxing arena, the so-called scions of elite families showed no manners whatsoever, behaving like mad beasts, shouting, roaring, and cursing.

"Damn it, what kind of trash did you get on the field? You made me lose so much money!"

"Damn underground boxing, they must have used some underhanded tactics beforehand, otherwise how could this be?!"

As a cultivator from the Qi Refining Secret Realm, the caregiver should rightfully have the best view, so Lu Qingyan subconsciously frowned in the viewing area.

"It's too ugly."

As the granddaughter of the second deacon, her knowledge and experience far surpassed that of ordinary people; even ordinary members of the main family could not compare to her.

Under her grandfather's deliberate guidance, she witnessed too much of the dark side of human nature.

The scenario of underground boxing was actually expected.

If it weren't for Lu Heng, she would absolutely not have wanted to come to a place like this.

A practitioner whose aspiration is to cultivate themselves would not be so indulgent and degenerate.

The scions of wealthy families who appear in the stands at underground boxing matches are basically either spoiled or abandoned.

Thinking of Lu Heng, she couldn't help but look towards the arena in the center.

A young man dressed in a black outfit and wearing a dark mask quietly arrived at the arena.

But the voices from the stands were filled with angry curses at the boy.

"Damn it, this size suggests he's not even an adult yet?!"

Why did I get on the field?

Damn it! I should never have blindly bet on something like that!

In addition to explicit betting, underground boxing also involves blind betting, where the returns are even greater if you win in uncertain situations.

The teenagers on the field showed no emotional reaction whatsoever, completely ignoring and remaining indifferent.

A pair of blue eyes were hidden behind a mask, and only a few people could catch a glimpse of them.

His first opponent also came to the court.

He was a bald, burly man with a ferocious appearance and a cultivation level of the sixth level of Qi Refining.

From the sounds coming from the surrounding stands, Lu Heng knew that his opponent had won three consecutive matches in underground boxing.

This is the fourth game.

"Kid, this is not a place for you."

"You should go back to breastfeeding." The bald, burly man with a ferocious expression said maliciously.

His undisguised voice made the spectators in the stands who had bet on him burst into laughter.

"Is that so?" Lu Heng raised his head, his blue eyes looking at the bald, burly man.

There was no way around it; the characteristics of the Lu family members were too obvious. At least in Qinghe City, anyone who cultivated would recognize them.

Even walking on the streets of Qinghe City, his pair of blue eyes were enough to instill fear in most ordinary people.

The bald, burly man, whose face had been contorted with rage, instantly changed his expression and asked ingratiatingly.

"You, you are the head of the Lu family?"

"No, I'm just a member of a branch family," Lu Heng replied casually.

Whether or not to believe is up to the other party.

The bald, burly man's expression changed several times in a short period of time, but in the end he was still unwilling to admit defeat.

And underground boxing isn't something to be trifled with; if he dares to hold back in the ring, underground boxing will make sure he never sees the sun rise again.

"I'm sorry to offend you," the bald, burly man said through gritted teeth.

There are fewer restrictions in underground boxing rings; the duel begins the moment you step onto the stage.

The instant the bald man finished speaking, a sword silently appeared at his neck.

In an instant, the masked boy in black crossed half of the arena and defeated him with a single sword strike.

"Next," Lu Heng said calmly, without even glancing at him.

The bald, burly man, as if granted a pardon, slunk away in an instant.

As the middle-aged man at the underground boxing ring registration desk had said, a second opponent was quickly arranged to enter the ring.

A middle-aged man with a disheveled appearance, also at the sixth level of the Body Refinement Secret Realm.

He was already there when the bald, burly man came on stage.

He witnessed firsthand the inevitable defeat of a bald, burly man of similar skill level, who was not much weaker than himself.

With a bitter laugh, he was defeated with a single, predictable strike.

The boy in front of me didn't seem to be here to participate in the competition at all; he seemed to be here to receive an award.

Bored, Lu Heng sheathed his sword, thinking that today would end like this, without any unexpected changes.

As it turns out, underground boxing rings don't let anyone easily take away the prize money.

A Westerner with long flaxen hair and blue eyes walked onto the gladiatorial arena.