I was banned by the Revitalization event.

She simply tugged at Qin Luo's arm gracefully.

"Let's go in."

"Okay," Qin Luo replied, turning around. "We're leaving now. The young sect leader said he wants to watch some boxing."

“We’re also planning to go to the underground boxing ring. The Zhao family has even sent someone to challenge the reigning champion here,” Zhao Jianye said with a smile. “Want to come along? It’s pretty boring watching the fights without anyone to talk to.”

Qin Luo looked at Tang Yi.

The sect leader simply nodded without saying a word.

"it is good."

……

Walk up a spiral wooden staircase.

As the waiter pushed open the door, the view in front of us suddenly opened up. It was a circular, tiered space with a huge iron cage in the middle and several large LCD screens above it, capturing the details of the battle and facing the four cardinal directions.

It wasn't the crowded and bloody boxing ring that Qin Luo remembered.

it's here.

Each seat was spacious and beautifully decorated, with waiters moving between the seats to pour drinks. The magnificent grandstand contrasted sharply with the large iron cage in the center.

Watching boxing here is a luxury for the wealthy, and certainly not something to be taken lightly.

Walking through it.

Qin Luo could clearly feel the enthusiastic atmosphere and the noisy, chaotic cheers.

"kill him!"

"Wang Liba, where's your spinning sword technique? Cut down that piece of trash!"

"RNM, refund my money!"

On the stands next to the passageway, spectators roared and threw out stacks of paper tickets, which were redemption vouchers for losing bets in the previous game.

"It's so lively!" Qin Luo exclaimed.

“You don’t know this,” Zhao Jianguo said, fanning himself with the fan of the talented scholar and beautiful woman. “This ship is actually very famous in China. Many wealthy people take it every few years because only the boxing arena here provides matches for cultivators. It is extremely difficult for ordinary people to see cultivators normally, but here, they can enjoy supernatural boxing matches every day.”

In this world.

There's nothing left that can interest the wealthy.

But superpowers are an exception.

"Where did they find so many cultivators? Were they provided by Chinese families?" Qin Luo asked curiously.

Boxing can easily lead to injury.

Even the most short-sighted person wouldn't trade their disciple's future for money, would they?

"They're not Chinese. The resident boxers here are all from other places, either hired or bought. Occasionally, a family will send someone to fight a match or two just for fun, but they don't really take it seriously. Compared to the term 'cultivator,' 'ability user' is a more appropriate way to describe them."

Zhao Jianye said calmly.

"I heard that to make the matches more exciting, they would secretly encourage the boxers by injecting them with excessive amounts of drugs to temporarily boost their skills... Because of the drug overdose, they would often lose control and kill people. These inhuman Westerners." Zhao Jianguo, with a white face, clenched his fists and said indignantly.

The other three people remained silent and stared at him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Zhao Jianguo asked, puzzled, and touched his face.

Is there something dirty inside?

"It's alright." Qin Luo led the sect leader to a seat.

The underground boxing ring offers free admission, but the real revenue comes from betting on boxers to win, rather than the ticket price.

Aside from winning or losing.

Viewers can also purchase duration, number of hits, number of moves, etc.

It represents squeezing value to the extreme.

A boxing match had just ended, and the staff on stage were cleaning up the bloodstains. A female model dressed as a bunny girl came on stage to warm up the crowd, and the atmosphere had calmed down a bit compared to before.

in the audience.

Qin Luo and his group found seats and drank beverages served by the waiter.

Chapter 283 As you can see, I'm a gigolo.

"This is a rare opportunity. Mr. Zhou, why don't you sign up and go up for a few punches? It's quite fun to have some fun once in a while," Zhao Jianye said with a smile.

"He's just an ordinary person; going up there would only get him beaten up. Forget it." Qin Luo shook his head.

If there were experts, that would be fine.

A cultivator at the half-step Heavenly Tribulation stage beating up a group of children at the Qi Refining stage is not like frying fish, it's like frying fish eggs; there's no fun in the game.

People should be kind.

"Mr. Zhou is joking. How could an ordinary person get so close to the Hehuan Sect?"

Zhao Jianye smiled.

They discreetly began to inquire about him.

A man who infiltrated the Hehuan Sect.

So enviable!

No, it's curiosity, it's incredibly intriguing.

"I just have some special skills, which is why I was fortunate enough to be taken in by Sect Master Ning," Qin Luo said modestly.

"May I ask what your special skill is?" Zhao Jianye asked with great interest.

At this moment, Tang Yi seemed to find the seat too hard and uncomfortable, so she climbed onto Qin Luo's lap, comfortably leaning against him and hugging his neck.

"Servant, I want to eat grapes."

"Ah." Qin Luo picked one from the tray and put it to the little girl's lips.

Tang Yi happily ate it.

However, while eating, Tang Yi also put Qin Luo's finger in her mouth, sucked on it, spat out the grape skin, and then opened her little mouth to let him continue feeding her.

Looking at the stunned Zhao Jianye and Zhao Jianguo.

Qin Luo thought for a moment.

A calm explanation.

"As you can see, I'm a gigolo, living off a rich young girl."

Zhao Jianye: "..."

Zhao Jianguo: "..."

At the other end of the aisle, a thin boy nestled in the arms of a fat woman: "..."

Ok.

We know what your special talent is.

……

After a brief warm-up, the underground boxing match quickly began.

The gates on both sides of the iron cage were opened.

A figure slowly emerged from the tunnel.

One of the contestants who came on stage was a Latino man wearing white armor, with a scar on his face, carrying a broad-bladed sword. He was very strong. On the other side, a woman walked out. She was wearing simple clothes, with smooth muscles and a strong presence.

The iron cage was then sealed shut.

The audience erupted in huge cheers, screams, and shouts of encouragement.

Let me explain a sliding tackle.

Once outside the iron cage, he jumped up, gripped the wire mesh tightly, raised his right hand, and began passionately explaining the battle situation.

"This match is a battle between a ferocious beast and the newcomer Zagud III!"

"The Beast has gone seven games unbeaten and is the biggest dark horse of the year. Believe in her, viewers, she will bring you endless wealth! However, Zagud III is also a good choice, with odds of 3.7!"

Cheers erupted from the crowd, making the atmosphere even more enthusiastic.

When the salesman walked over.

Zhao Jianguo and Zhao Jianye each bet 20,000 yuan on the woman called "Beast" to win, while Tang Yi took Qin Luo's phone and looked at the two people on the field, hesitating.

"Qin Luo, who will win?" the little girl whispered.

"I don't know, I can't tell the difference between me and an ordinary person." Qin Luo also lowered his voice, hesitant.

Although the difference in their cultivation levels is overwhelming.

It allows one to directly see through the opponent's cultivation level and distinguish their strength.

But these two guys' skill level was so low that it was negligible, with a decimal point count that was practically negligible...

Which of the two ants is more powerful?

They're all in the same shape, so it would be too difficult to tell them apart.

"Buy whatever you like," Qin Luo said.

Tang Yi nodded.

I listened to him and bought 500 yuan worth of Zagude III tickets, then scanned the QR code on WeChat.

It was her first time gambling with so much money, and she was a little nervous. If she was about to lose, she thought she might as well just kill the beast.

Inside the iron cage.

The two gladiators stood on opposite sides, breathing softly, their pupils filled with fanaticism.

As the spectators finished placing their bets...

A whistle blew.