「Second floor.」
Zhao Yinghu clutched a wine glass, standing before the floor-to-ceiling window. His eyes were fixed on the arena, his expression tense.
The battle had reached a point where his best Fist Masters were either dead or injured, including a boxing champion he had brought in from Asia City. When that champion was stomped to death by a Bald Eagle Disciple, Zhao Yinghu's heart sank.
Victory or defeat, life or death—it all hinged on this one match.
If Yahua lost, he would have no choice but to hand over Lingjin City's underground boxing market to Bald Eagle! Those were the rules of the underground boxing world, and everyone in the Martial World had to abide by them.
"Lord Hu, judging by Yahua's vigorous spirit, he should be able to win this fight!" said Yan Zheng, the middle-aged man next to Zhao Yinghu and his confidant, with a hearty laugh.
