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Even without Sanjardo saying anything, Lynch knew that it was almost his turn to play.

This will be his first match.

Although it seems that his opponents are just some thugs who are brave but not even good with their weapons, and whose fighting ability may not be as good as that street bully DeShawn.

Relying on the Kanto hunting knife skills he obtained from the wilderness survival system, coupled with his previous combat experience, Lin Qi believed that dealing with a small-time thug of this level would definitely not be a problem.

But this was, after all, his first time stepping into this bloody arena. The scene of little Diego being beaten until his face was twisted and his teeth were flying was still fresh in his mind.

Just thinking about that bloody scene made Lin Qi's palms sweat slightly and his heart race.

What happened in that match just served as a stark reminder to him. No matter how skilled he was, he could never be careless.

First, he must be wary of the underhanded tricks of these thugs and never let his guard down. If he were to be misled by his opponents, even if Lin Qi had some skill, he could still be caught off guard and suffer a setback.

Secondly...we must learn from Diego's failure.

In this real battle, mindset is the most important thing.

Don't rush.

However, just as Lynch was mentally preparing himself and waiting for the referee to call him onto the court, a discordant voice suddenly rang in his ears:

"...Judging from your expression, are you scared?"

Lynch turned his head and saw Sanchez walking leisurely to his side with a mocking smile on his face:

"I said... judging from your appearance, do you need to go to the restroom first?"

"What do you mean?" Lin Qi replied coldly.

Sanchez grinned: "I'm just afraid you'll pee in the ring! Hahaha... I don't want to fight another match standing on your pee!"

Hearing this blatant mockery, before Lin Qi could even speak, Sanjar turned around first, his face grim and his tone stern:

"Sanchez, shut your stinking mouth! Say one more word and you'll be playing in all three of tonight's matches."

Upon hearing this, Sanchez's expression changed slightly, and he obediently shut his mouth. Even professional athletes couldn't last long in this kind of life-or-death struggle, let alone someone like him who was just a petty thug with some fighting skills.

But the look in his eyes as he looked at Lin Qi was still full of disdain and hostility.

"...This is inexplicable." Lin Qi shook his head, trying to calm himself down.

Sanjar patted him on the shoulder and said in a deep voice:

"Don't overthink it, don't let trash talk affect your mentality. I've seen your skills before, you'll definitely be able to handle these thugs in this match. Just stay calm and don't rush things like little Diego..."

Lin Qi did not respond, but simply nodded silently.

Inhale...exhale...

Before he could even finish three sets of deep breaths, the bell rang again in the arena.

Lin Qi looked up at the ring and saw that Little Diego had already been carried off, and several burly men were casually treating his wounds.

Meanwhile, Lady Tatiana stood in the ring, vigorously ringing her bells and shouting at the top of her lungs:

"Halftime is over! For the second match, both the Razor Gang and the Black Hand gang fighters, come up to the stage!"

The boisterous cheers rose again, and Sanjar patted Lynch on the shoulder:

"Go ahead, just play your own game."

Then, he shoved Lynch onto the ring.

Lin Qi gripped his hunting knife tightly, and, dressed in the casual clothes he had carefully chosen that offered some protection while being lightweight enough, stood on the ring.

The moment he stepped onto the ring, he immediately felt what it had been like for Diego when he stood on the ring before.

That was a completely different feeling from watching the gladiatorial combat from below the arena.

Most areas of the factory were dimly lit, but the area in the arena was brightly illuminated by blazing incandescent lights.

The moonlight overhead seemed so dim in comparison, and amidst the dazzling white light, a deafening roar of shouts echoed all around.

Some cheered, some cursed.

Without exception, everyone outside the arena was anticipating a bloody battle.

Lin Qi looked in front of him,

The opponent in this match had already taken his place in the ring.

He was a middle-aged man of medium build and dark skin, shirtless, revealing a lean, muscular physique, and wearing loose trousers on his lower body.

The man was still holding a long stick, with anti-slip tape wrapped around the grip and the handle covered with sheet metal. It was exactly the same weapon used by the Black Hand Gang thugs in the previous match, clearly a weapon uniformly issued to the Black Hand Gang.

"An inch longer, an inch stronger" is a tactic used uniformly by their gang!

The man had already assumed a fighting stance, and at first glance, he really did have the aura of a kung fu master.

However, the motorcycle helmet he was wearing completely destroyed that imposing aura.

Seeing a kung fu master wearing a motorcycle helmet standing in front of him was quite amusing to Lin Qi.

But he could understand the other man's thinking—he was wearing that motorcycle helmet, clearly to prevent Lynch from using the sand-blinding trick again.

This is a well-prepared opponent.

Under the dazzling incandescent lights and amidst the deafening cheers, Lin Qi could even vaguely feel the air around him distorted by the bloodthirsty atmosphere.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

"Hey you with the long stick! Beat that yellow-skinned monkey until he vomits blood!"

"Come on! Last chance to bet, the betting is about to close! The Black Hand Gang is sending out their seasoned veteran Tom, who has already fought three matches in our boxing tournament! His current record is 2 wins and 1 loss! The Razor Gang is sending out newcomer Lynch, who has no prior boxing experience!"

Therefore, the odds are 0.72:1! Place your bets now and you won't regret it!

"Hey Asian guy! You've got a really cool way with that knife. Kill that guy, I've got a huge stake on you!"

Despite the overwhelming noise around him, Lin Qi was surprised to find that his mood was gradually calming down.

He could feel his heart racing again, but this time it didn't seem to be because of nervousness, but rather... excitement.

This was the calmest moment he had experienced since this morning.

Tom, a young black man standing on the other side of the ring, saw Lynch, who had an Asian appearance, enter the ring and suddenly raised his hands and awkwardly performed a fist salute.

Lin Qi was taken aback, and he also clasped his hands in a salute.

Then, Mrs. Tatiana rang the bell again with all her might:

"Razor Gang vs. Black Hand Gang! The second match is officially underway!"

As soon as he finished speaking, another round of cheers erupted from the audience.

However, after the cheers subsided, neither of the two fighters in the ring took the initiative to attack.

Lin Qi didn't even change his posture; he simply drew his hunting knife, gripped the hilt tightly, and stood with his hands behind his back.

The tip of the knife pointed diagonally at the ground, reflecting a cold glint, but his posture was as relaxed as if he were standing on a bus stop waiting for a bus.

Looking at the other side of the ring, Tom still didn't launch an attack.

He hunched over, gripping the long stick tightly with both hands, holding it upright in front of him.

Although he was just waiting in the same spot, his breathing became heavier and heavier, as if he were facing some kind of heavy pressure!