Dual-wielding! 100x proficiency, I'll grind my way to godhood!

The ghost leaned close to Chen Mo's ear and whispered.

"Boss, you've made a whopping five billion US dollars!"

Chen Mo was also taken aback; this was even faster than making money from stocks.

However, in a VIP room on the second floor, upon hearing the report from their subordinates, the smiles on the faces of several wealthy men who had been waiting to see the results instantly froze, and their expressions darkened.

"Fuck! Five billion! Five billion! We'll go bankrupt!"

"Absolutely impossible! That damned Eastern monkey won't get a single penny!"

A bald, burly man in a dark red velvet suit slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly, his fleshy body trembling violently.

This man was none other than the big boss of the Obsidian Casino and the organizer of tonight's underground boxing match.

He stared at Chen Mo, his voice booming and menacing, and said to his men:

"Go tell the manager that winning one game doesn't count! Our casino has a rule that if you win more than a billion in a single game, you have to finish beating all the players tonight. We don't have enough working capital here, so have him go and stall that yellow-skinned kid."

"Hey, Thor, that's a brilliant idea. It's best for him to die here."

"Shit! That damned yellow-skinned monkey, he won't get a single penny from us!"

A moment later, the manager, his forehead covered in cold sweat, strode up to Chen Mo:

"Sir, I'm really sorry, the casino doesn't have that much cash on hand right now. Please play a few more games, and we'll settle the account immediately afterward!"

It's obvious they're trying to renege on their debt!

Chen Mo didn't even look up, slowly taking a cigarette from the pack. Ghost immediately stepped forward and deftly lit it for him.

He took a drag, slowly exhaled a puff of white smoke, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the bald tycoon and the manager, his tone calm.

"Fine, I'll fight. Call all the remaining boxers over. After I finish, not a penny less than 5 billion. If you dare to shortchange me even a penny, I'll tear down this lousy casino and leave no one alive."

After saying that, he put the cigarette in his mouth, got up, and walked towards the fighting cage.

The moment Chen Mo stepped into the cage, in the VIP room on the second floor, the bald tycoon stared at Chen Mo's back on the monitor and roared through gritted teeth into the communicator.

"Offer a bounty! Ten million US dollars! I want him dead in that cage! Bring me his head!"

The next second, the loudspeaker suddenly blared, the piercing sound penetrating the entire boxing ring.

"Ten million US dollars in cash! Whoever can take this Asian man's head out of the cage gets ten million US dollars!"

A generous reward will surely attract desperate criminals!

As soon as the announcement ended, a group of ruthless men exuding a fierce aura rushed out of the backstage corridor of the boxing ring.

They were all armed with machetes, chains, and brass knuckles, their eyes bloodshot like hungry wolves. They were all people who would risk their lives for money. They swarmed into the iron cage and surrounded Chen Mo.

Chen Mo didn't stop walking at all. He turned his head to look at the ghost and gave a calm instruction:

"Cole, guard the entrance to the private room. Don't let my wallet get away."

The ghost nodded, said nothing, and disappeared into the crowd.

On the commentary platform in the center of the boxing ring, the host, having received orders from above, leaped onto the platform, ripped off his bow tie, gripped the microphone tightly, and roared in the most frenzied tone of the American underground scene:

"Ten million US dollars! Ten million US dollars!"

You bunch of rotten scum, you'll never make this much money in your entire lives!

Charge at him! Tear him to pieces! Tear his head off!

This ten million US dollars is yours!

The host's roar instantly ignited the entire venue!

The European and American spectators in the stands all stood up like madmen, banging on the iron railings in front of them, whistling, and screaming at the top of their lungs.

Everyone stared with bloodshot eyes at the fierce battle inside the iron cage, completely engrossed in the frenzy.

The desperados in the cage went completely mad, gripping their weapons tightly and surrounding Chen Mo completely, their deadly intent palpable from all sides.

"Ten million is mine!"

A Mexican outlaw with a face full of scars, gripping two gleaming curved knives, roared and charged forward first, raising his knife to slash at Chen Mo's head!

Chen Mo had a cigarette dangling from his lips, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

He put his left hand in his pocket and gently straightened his shirt collar with his right hand, his movements lazy and casual, as if he were strolling leisurely on an American street.

Just as the blade was about to strike him, he casually sidestepped to the side, easily dodging it, and then delivered a powerful front kick to the opponent's chest.

With a series of crisp cracking sounds, the Mexican burly man's ribs broke, and he flew backward like a tattered sack, smashing into several of his accomplices behind him.

Seeing this, the remaining twelve desperados rushed forward like madmen, slashing with knives, smashing with clubs, and whipping with iron chains—every move was a killing blow aimed at killing!

But Chen Mo remained nonchalant, hands in his pockets, standing calmly in the center of the cage.

The front kick, the sweeping kick, the spinning back kick—each move is simple and crisp, without a single superfluous movement.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

A series of loud bangs followed, and people were kicked and thrown into the iron mesh of the fighting cage.

What's even more frightening is that he kept the cigarette firmly in his mouth the whole time, without even a single ash falling out!

Within ten seconds, all thirteen men who rushed up collapsed in the cage, some dying instantly, others convulsing in pools of blood, completely incapacitated.

Chen Mo stood amidst the groans of the crowd, took off his cigarette, flicked off the ash, looked down and saw a trace of blood on the tip of his shoe, and frowned slightly.

He took out a tissue from his pocket, bent down, and slowly wiped the shoes clean.

The boxing ring, which had been raging just moments before, suddenly fell completely silent!

The host, clutching the microphone, stood frozen in place, mouth agape, unable to utter a sound for a long time, completely dumbfounded.

The spectators in the stands froze in mid-air, their hands holding wine glasses and cigars.

They stared wide-eyed at the figure polishing shoes inside the iron cage, too frightened to even breathe.

The remaining desperados who hadn't dared to charge were so frightened that they retreated repeatedly, gripping the steel wires of the cage walls tightly until their fingers turned white, and dared not take another step forward.

They are afraid!

In a private room on the second floor, the bald tycoon watched the footage on the monitor, his anger flaring up, and he screamed hysterically into the communicator:

"Raise the price! Thirty million US dollars! I don't care how many people die, he must be killed in that cage!"

The instructions were relayed to the host again, who went completely mad, shouting into the microphone until his voice cracked.

"Thirty million! Thirty million US dollars! The bounty has been increased to thirty million! If you kill him, all the money is yours!"

Thirty million US dollars!

This number pushed the frenzy in the audience to its peak, making it ten times crazier than before!

A large number of desperados rushed out from the backstage. Those who had retreated earlier gripped their weapons again. Blinded by money, they trampled over the corpses on the ground and charged into the iron cage like madmen, lunging at Chen Mo!

This time, there were a total of nineteen people!

Chen Mo watched the crowd surge forward again, took a drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled, his tone lazy yet impatient, muttering under his breath:

"This is so annoying, it's never going to end."

He stretched his neck slightly, remaining calm and unhurried in the face of being surrounded and attacked by nineteen people.

It was still one kick at a time, targeting the chest, neck, and head—each strike fatal, without the slightest hesitation.

A short, Latino outlaw was kicked away and broke his right leg. Terrified, he dragged his broken leg toward the cage opening, desperate to escape.

Chen Mo walked over slowly, crushed his ankle with one foot, and looked down at him:

"Why are you running? You haven't claimed the 30 million bounty yet."

The cigarette in his mouth never went out from beginning to end!

In no time, the bottom of the entire iron cage was covered with corpses.

Broken knives and chains were scattered everywhere, and blood was flowing madly out of the drain at the bottom of the cage. Thirty-two corpses lay scattered about, a horrifying sight.

Chen Mo stood in the middle of the pile of corpses, looked down at his shoes again, which were stained with blood.

He still looked disgusted, and slowly wiped it clean with a tissue.

He crumpled the blood-stained tissue into a ball and tossed it onto the pile of corpses. Then, he looked up and coldly glanced at the VIP room on the second floor through the iron cage.

The entire venue was deathly silent, with only the sound of the air conditioners blowing.

Everyone stared at the man in the iron cage, whose clothes were neat and whose breathing was steady.

His gaze shifted from extreme fear to heartfelt awe and fervent worship.

I don't know who started it, but a young white audience member stood up, took off his jacket, and clapped enthusiastically.

Then, the second, the third...

Everyone in the stands and on the second-floor viewing area stood up.

They all stared intently at the figure inside the iron cage, clapping enthusiastically. There was no noise, only the uniform applause that resounded throughout the entire boxing ring.

The host gripped the microphone, looking at the figure in the cage; his previous madness had completely vanished.

His voice trembled uncontrollably, filled with devout reverence; he first murmured softly, then roared at a higher volume:

"Ladies and gentlemen! Tonight, we witness the birth of a Grim Reaper! A Grim Reaper from the East!!!"