I'm invincible once I descend the mountain; the beautiful CEO is forcing me to get our marriage

Fang Hongda still looked a bit scared when he talked about that black boxing champion.

"After that battle, more and more masters came from overseas. They didn't care about martial ethics, only about results, and their methods were ruthless and vicious. Some of our local martial arts schools and families suffered great losses."

He secretly observed Ye An through the rearview mirror.

Ye An leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes to rest, seemingly uninterested in these past events.

Fang Hongda was even more horrified, feeling that Ye An was even more unfathomable.

He composed himself and continued in a reporting tone, introducing the several forces that required special attention in this competition.

"Aside from those from overseas, among the local forces, there are three strongest. One is the Qingmen in Shanghai, which has a large number of members and invites powerful foreign aid every year. Another is the Huo family in Nanjing, a martial arts family with hundreds of years of history and profound heritage. It is said that they have secret techniques that are not passed on to outsiders, and the family has had masters of the Transformation Realm for generations."

"Finally, there's Medicine King Valley itself. Although they are the organizers on the surface, they always send people to participate, ostensibly for friendly competition, but actually to intimidate all parties and consolidate their monopoly on the herbal medicine business."

Fang Hongda explained these complex power relationships to Ye An in detail.

The convoy drove on the highway for more than two hours before finally turning onto a secluded side road.

The road became narrower and bumpier.

Finally, the convoy stopped at the entrance of what looked like a long-abandoned industrial park.

This is Dongyang Town, an inconspicuous place at the junction of three provinces.

The park entrance was already filled with all kinds of luxury cars, including Rolls-Royces, Bentleys, and Maybachs, each one worth a fortune.

Various people were standing beside the car.

There was a wealthy businessman who looked refined and cultured, wearing a bespoke suit and gold-rimmed glasses.

There were also burly men wearing loose sportswear, with large gold chains around their necks and faces full of fat.

Two completely different types of people, clearly distinct yet strangely coexisting here, the air thick with the smell of cigars and a subtle tension.

Fang Hongda's convoy immediately attracted the attention of many people upon its arrival.

Five identical BMW SUVs escorting a Bentley—that's quite a spectacle.

The car door opened, and Fang Hongda got out of the passenger seat first.

He straightened his suit, quickly walked to the back seat, and respectfully opened the car door.

Ye An got out of the car.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Wuji and the other two got out of the car behind and quietly stood half a step behind Ye An.

Their group had such a unique aura.

Ye An was dressed casually, with a calm expression, like a college student on a picnic.

But the three men behind him, Zhao Wuji and his companions, remained expressionless and stood ramrod straight. Their imposing aura caused the noisy burly men around them to instinctively shut their mouths.

All eyes were drawn to this location.

Just then, a middle-aged, fat man with seven or eight men staggered towards them.

The fat man, dressed in a flashy silk Tang suit and with a gold chain around his neck thicker than a thumb, was none other than Wang Baihao, an underground tycoon from Xunling who made his fortune through lending money.

Wang Baihao and Fang Hongda had a long-standing feud due to business differences. As soon as they met, Wang Baihao started speaking in a sarcastic, high-pitched voice.

"Oh, who do we have here? It's Boss Fang. How come you're getting worse and worse? Last time, at least you managed to find a martial arts master with internal energy to back you up, right?"

His gaze swept over Ye An, full of contempt.

"Why did you bring such a young kid to make up the numbers for such a big event?"

Fang Hongda's face darkened, but he didn't say anything.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Wang Baihao became even more emboldened. He pointed at Ye An and said to one of his men, "Go, tell that kid to get lost and not block your master's way."

The henchman was a bald, burly man over six feet tall with a menacing face. Upon hearing this, he immediately strode forward arrogantly, reaching out to shove Ye An's shoulder while cursing, "Did you hear me, kid? Get out of here!"

Ye An didn't even blink. Why are there always blind scumbags who provoke him?

Although in his eyes, it was no different from a few flies buzzing in front of him.

Just then, Zhao Wuji stepped forward and stood in front of Ye An.

The bald, burly man's hand was about to touch Zhao Wuji's shoulder.

Sudden.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound, like popping beans, came from Zhao Wuji's body.

It wasn't just one place that made the sound; all the joints in his body were making a clanging noise at the same time.

An invisible wave of energy suddenly spread outwards from him.

The arrogant bald, burly man's expression froze instantly, and then he felt as if he had been slammed into an invisible wall.

Before he could even let out a scream, his feet left the ground and he flew backward.

Not only him, but also Wang Baihao behind him, and the seven or eight men he brought with him, none of them escaped. Like bowling pins, they all collapsed with a whoosh.

"Bang!"

A loud bang.

The bald, burly man and Wang Baihao, along with several others, crashed heavily into a Mercedes-Benz a few meters away, denting a large section of the car door.

Without uttering a sound, the men fainted on the spot.

The parking lot, which had been bustling with activity just moments before, fell into a deathly silence.

You could hear a pin drop.

Everyone was stunned, staring blankly at the scene, their minds completely blank.

A martial artist who was nearby trembled, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a few words through his teeth.

"Power...power emanating outwards...this is the mark of a master of transforming internal energy!"

These words were like a bomb, exploding in the crowd.

All eyes, filled with fear and awe, were fixed on the expressionless Zhao Wuji.

Immediately afterwards, all eyes turned to the young man behind him who had remained calm throughout.

A master of internal energy transformation!

He was just this young man's follower?

Who exactly is this young man?

Is he a top young master from the capital? Or a direct descendant of some hidden sect?

Countless speculations surged wildly in everyone's minds, creating a massive upheaval.

……

At the other end of the industrial park, on the second floor of an abandoned factory building.

Chen Zhewen was accompanying an elder dressed in the standard black robe of Medicine King Valley, gazing into the distance from the railing.

They also saw the commotion in the parking lot clearly.

When Chen Zhewen realized that the young man surrounded by the crowd was Ye An, his eyes instantly turned red, and an uncontrollable resentment surged from the bottom of his heart, his teeth grinding together.

"It's him!"

This Ye An not only tried to abduct his junior sister, but also disappointed General Chen Long in his grand-nephew. He deserves to die!

The black-robed elder beside him ignored him.

The elder's eyes were fixed on Zhao Wuji in the distance, and his previously calm expression became extremely solemn.

He's lived a long life, so his eyesight is naturally sharp.

With just one glance, he could tell that the middle-aged man was not only a Grandmaster of Transformation Realm, but also far more than just someone who had just entered the Transformation Realm.

He has almost reached the point where his muscles and bones resonate and his energy is released outwards, making him a master who is very close to the middle stage of the Transformation Realm!

Such a person would be considered a true disciple even in Medicine King Valley, holding a highly respected position.

But now, he's acting like a bodyguard, following behind a young man.

The black-robed elder pulled back Chen Zhewen, whose face was contorted with jealousy and who was about to impulsively step forward, and hissed, "Stop! What do you think you're doing?"

"Elder, that person is Ye An!" Chen Zhewen pointed into the distance, his voice filled with hatred.

"I know it's him." The black-robed elder's voice was very low. "To have a mid-stage Transformation Realm expert as a bodyguard, and to be so close to Fang Hongda... If I'm not mistaken, he is the 'Master Ye' who has been making headlines in Jiangnan recently."

A deep sense of apprehension flashed in the elder's eyes.

"This kind of person is very likely a true master from some Taoist sect, someone we can't easily provoke. His background is much more powerful than you imagine."

"Before we figure things out, we shouldn't provoke him. We'd better... befriend him."

Chen Zhewen's body stiffened.

His resentment and bitterness seemed so ridiculous and powerless in the face of the elder's words.

He could only watch helplessly as the guy he considered a poor kid enjoyed everyone's awe and admiration from below, while he himself didn't even have the right to go up and provoke him.

A tremendous sense of humiliation surged through him.

……

Another group of people entered through another entrance.

This group was small, but each of them carried a strong stench of blood and a violent aura. Wherever they went, people around them instinctively gave way.

The one leading them was Ji Ting.

However, at this moment, he was completely devoid of his usual arrogance. Instead, he followed a man like a lackey, his face full of flattery.

The man was not tall, but his body was unusually sturdy, and every step he took gave people a heavy feeling.

His skin was dark, and his eyes were cold and sinister. When he swept across the room, he had the air of a wild beast surveying its territory.

It was Chaiya Anan, the Black Python Boxer who had come from overseas.

Ji Ting's eyes frantically searched through the crowd, and when he spotted Ye An, his face immediately broke into a mixture of ecstatic joy and resentment.

He quickly leaned close to Anan's ear, pointed in Ye An's direction, and his voice was hoarse with excitement.

"Master Nan! It's him! That kid is Ye An!"

Chaiya Anan looked in the direction he was pointing.

He saw Ye An.

A young man, with delicate features, dressed in ordinary casual clothes, stood there calmly, without a trace of the fierce aura that a martial artist should have.

Anan frowned, his face revealing an undisguised contempt and impatience.

He asked Ji Ting in a hoarse voice, his disappointment almost overflowing, "Are you sure it was him who almost prevented you from returning to Shanghai?"

In his view, asking him to deal with this kind of person was like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut; it was an insult.

Ji Ting felt uneasy under his gaze and quickly explained, "Master Nan, don't be fooled by his appearance, he's incredibly strange! Really!"

Anan followed the direction Ji Ting pointed, his eyes sharp as knives, first landing on Zhao Wuji and the other two.

He sensed it for a moment, and a hint of disdain appeared on his lips.

"Just a few bodyguards who have just entered the initial stage of mastery."

In the eyes of a powerhouse of his caliber, Zhao Wuji's throbbing and clanging movements, though intimidating, lacked a smooth and well-rounded aura, clearly indicating that he had only recently broken through and his foundation was unstable.

He could take on three of these guys with one hand.

His gaze finally settled on Ye An, lingering for a few seconds.

very common.

He showed no signs of internal energy fluctuations; he appeared to be just an ordinary young man.

Anan became even more certain of his judgment.

"A sorcerer who knows a bit of magic?"

He withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes again, and spoke in a hoarse voice: "Once I've dealt with his guards, he'll only become a dead soul under my fists."

Upon hearing this, Ji Ting's face was filled with resentment and excitement that almost overflowed.

He could almost see Ye An being punched to pieces by Anan and kneeling on the ground begging for mercy.

……

Ye An and his entourage entered the abandoned factory building that served as the main venue, under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

The space inside is enormous and has been converted into a temporary competition venue.

At the center was an octagonal cage ring enclosed by steel pipes and wire mesh, surrounded by densely packed seats.

Fang Hongda strode to the registration desk and registered Ye An for the competition under the name of "Su Family Pharmaceutical".

Ye An took this opportunity to look around at his surroundings.

The tickets alone cost two thousand yuan each. Looking around, the huge venue was already nearly half full, with at least several hundred people.

The competition hadn't officially started yet, but a song and dance performance was taking place on the stage. A scantily clad female singer was singing energetically, and she seemed to be a minor, second-rate celebrity.

But the audience's attention was clearly not on her; most of them were whispering among themselves, eagerly discussing which contestant to bet on later.

Inside the venue, there were many attractive women dressed in bunny girl outfits, carrying trays and moving between the various seats.

The tray contains the betting slips.

If you're interested in a particular contestant, simply fill in the amount on the form and sign the check.

The organizers of the competition were not afraid of anyone defaulting on their payments. The fact that they could organize such a large-scale event in Jiangnan Province meant that they had powerful figures backing them up.

Anyone who dares to default on their debts here will be confronted by them, kidnapped, and forced to pay.

After observing for a while, Ye An had a clear idea of ​​what was going on.

These kinds of competitions don't make much money from ticket sales and drinks; the real money comes from the betting pool.

Although it can't compare to those international underground boxing matches that easily reach hundreds of millions of US dollars, the turnover here is definitely not small. It's estimated that nearly 100 million US dollars can be transferred in a single day.

This is only the first day.

On the final day of the competition, not only will these wealthy individuals who have come after hearing the news participate, but the real bigwigs will also personally take to the field. With their net worth often exceeding hundreds of millions or even billions, it's not impossible for the total amount in the betting pool to surpass several hundred million.

It seems that making money is something we can't stop doing.

Ye An's mind drifted back to the land in Longquan Mansion. If he bet on himself to win, he was guaranteed to make a profit.

Just then, someone nearby shouted that the betting odds for the first match had been opened and that bets could be placed.

Ye An became interested and was about to go over and take a look at the rules.

A clear, slightly shocked female voice suddenly rang out not far behind him.

"You... are Ye An?"

"Hmm?" Ye An turned around.

Qin Ruoxue, dressed in an elegant beige dress, stood a few meters away, looking at him with disbelief.

Her attire was completely out of place in this smoky and chaotic environment, like a little white rabbit that had wandered into a pack of wolves.

Standing beside her were several well-dressed young men and women, who appeared to be her friends.

Qin Ruoxue walked over quickly, her delicate brows furrowed tightly.

"What are you doing here?!"