Starting by picking up a female fan, he swept through the martial arts world.

The audience erupted in chaos.

It wasn't that no one thought Xuanwu would lose, but no one expected that this competition would end in this way.

Some people, eager for a good show, shouted for Ghost Eye to personally confront the masked man.

Some simply didn't believe it, vehemently questioning whether it was a scheme orchestrated by Xinyue, and that hiring two actors was just a way to make money.

They even demanded to check the limiter, suspecting that the move the masked man used earlier was something that the self-limited 80-star dome couldn't possibly achieve.

No matter how they called out, no one paid them any attention.

Xuanwu lay on the ground, blood flowing continuously from his wounds.

Jiang Lang waited quietly.

No one in the boxing ring bothered him because it was a life-or-death situation. Before one side was eliminated, whatever the other side did was within the rules, and even the Crescent Moon side could not disregard the rules.

ten seconds.

Thirty seconds.

One minute.

Two minutes.

at last.

A man dressed as a bodyguard rushed to the edge of the ring: "Sir, Mr. Ghost Eye requests your presence."

"Um!"

Jiang Lang nodded, picked up the unconscious Xuanwu, and tossed him off the stage: "Hurry and save him!"

As he spoke, he gave a wink towards the private room and then left the boxing ring with his bodyguard.

Inside the private room.

The martial arts students were dumbfounded. A top-level underground boxer with strength approaching that of a major was being brutally killed like a toy in front of Jiang Lang, who had limited his strength.

This...this...this...

"What are you all standing there for?"

Bai Zhaoli urged, "Come with me to see the instructor!"

The martial arts students seemed to wake from a dream, exchanged glances, and then followed Bai Zhaoli out of the private room.

The group quickly reunited with Jiang Lang.

Seeing Bai Zhaoli's face flush with excitement, Jiang Lang couldn't help but ask, "How much money did you bet?"

Bai Zhaoli smiled broadly: "Let me put it this way, if I hadn't intervened, your chances against Xuanwu's pool would have been at most one to nine. I bet everything I could, and I even borrowed a lot of money."

Jiang Lang was shocked: "Does your dad know you're a gambling addict?"

"No, no, no!"

Bai Zhaoli extended her fair index finger and smugly waved it: "Gambling is when you don't know who will win or lose; what I'm doing is picking up money!"

Jiang Lang: "..."

……

7th floor of Crescent Building.

A tall, white-haired man was hanging upside down on a vine, his head right next to the vine's only flower.

The flowers are about the size of a human face, half purple and half blue, and very beautiful.

As the white-haired man gathered nectar, the vines and flowers swayed gently.

Just then.

There was a knock on the door.

The white-haired man didn't even look up: "Come in!"

A young man dressed as a waiter hurried in: "Sir, someone challenged the boxing ring today. He severely injured Xuanwu with his own 80-star limit, and then swore that if Ghost Eye didn't see him, he would cripple all of Ghost Eye's disciples one by one."

"Um?"

The white-haired man's ecstatic expression vanished instantly, and he leaped down from the vine: "Did Ghost Eye see him?"

The waiter said in a deep voice, "Yes, they've already headed towards Ghost Eye's residence."

The vine swayed a few times and quickly transformed into a beautiful young woman. She climbed onto the white-haired man's body and said coquettishly, "Absence makes the heart grow fonder, where did this annoying brat come from?"

The white-haired man stroked her face, smiling apologetically, then looked at the waiter: "What's that person's identity? A Xuanwu severely injured at the 80th Star Realm, that's no small feat, is it?"

The waiter quickly replied, "He was wearing a mask, but I checked his private room information. He should be Jiang Lang, the illegitimate son of Director Jiang of the Maritime Trade Office."

"Jiang Lang?"

The white-haired man frowned slightly, then waved his hand: "Keep observing. Ghost Eye should be able to handle this."

"yes!"

The waiter nodded respectfully, quickly left the room, and closed the door behind him.

The young woman cupped the white-haired man's face in her hands, her eyes filled with seductive allure, and asked, "Little bee, still gathering nectar?"

"Collect! Why not collect? I love collecting honey!"

The white-haired man laughed heartily, paying no attention to this uninvited guest.

Looking across the entire Yunjin, there are many people he can be wary of, but Jiang Tai is definitely not among them.

At least in the Linqi District, he didn't need to give Jiang Tai any face.

……

The group walked along the corridor until they passed through a door, at which point the surrounding environment suddenly opened up. They had left the Crescent Building and were greeted by rare riverside villas.

Led by the bodyguards, they walked straight to the villa.

It's more like a fortress than a villa, with the main building material being tree stumps of the same species as the Qida Martial Arts Building, and the doors and windows being made of heavy steel plates.

The bodyguard glanced at everyone and said, "Please wait outside for a moment, Mr. Jiang, come with me."

"Why?"

Bai Zhaoli objected: "I also want to see the Ghost Eye."

The bodyguard said apologetically, "Mr. Ghost Eyes said he only saw Mr. Jiang."

Bai Zhaoli naturally disagreed, after all, having watched so many boxing matches, she was genuinely curious about Ghost Eye.

"Don't rush."

Jiang Lang smiled and reassured him, "I'll bring him out later so everyone can have a look."

Upon hearing this...

The bodyguard's face twitched. Ghost Eyes held a position in Crescent Moon that was like the King of Hell; very few people dared to open their eyes to him.

As a result, he was treated like a dog in this young man's eyes.

How many lives do you have to talk like that?

Of course, he wouldn't correct Jiang Lang; he simply made a gesture of invitation.

Jiang Lang smiled and followed.

"rumble!"

The heavy iron gate opened.

Jiang Lang strode inside, but as soon as he stepped in, the iron gate slammed shut with a loud bang.

Everyone stared at the tightly closed door, a wave of worry washing over them.

Bai Zhaoli also frowned, because the moment the door closed, she sensed the fluctuations of psionic heavy sniper rifles, and there were several of them.

This is not good!

At first, she thought the two were just bickering friends who loved and hated each other.

The question is, whose friend set up the sniper rifle?

She felt uneasy, but just then, Jiang Lang sent a message in the group chat.

"Don't panic, it's just taming a vicious dog."

……

There was no coffee table, no sofa, and no fish tank in the villa.

There were only various training equipment, all gleaming with a cold, metallic sheen.

Jiang Lang stood at the doorway, with the muzzles of seven or eight psionic heavy sniper rifles protruding from the surrounding walls, pointing directly at his forehead.

Judging from the caliber, it should be a 20-star-scale bullet. Although it's an old relic and can only be fixed in one place, in terms of power alone, it's even more intense than what Bai Zhaoli suffered in the concession that day.

A heavy sniper rifle that can unleash 20 Stardust Energy in a very short time can severely injure a lieutenant colonel-level expert with a single shot, as long as it doesn't miss. Although the hit rate of a single shot is not high, it can be made up for by the number of shots.

Jiang Lang calmly sent a message in the group chat before smiling and looking ahead: "You think highly of me!"

Five or six meters directly in front of him sat a middle-aged man with a stubble beard and one eye.

In the entire hall, there were only the two of them, staring straight at each other.

The one-eyed man sat in the radiation chamber, his tone full of sarcasm: "I thought you were going to hide in the Azure Vein Domain for the rest of your life."

Jiang Lang pursed his lips: "I told you before, my studying abroad was her decision."

"You'll just listen to her if she tells you to study abroad?"

The one-eyed man sneered, "She said she could die, so you let her die, right?"

Upon hearing this...

The smile on Jiang Lang's face slowly faded, and his previously soft muscle lines quickly hardened, even trembling slightly.

He remained silent for a long time before speaking in as relaxed a tone as possible: "What she wants to do needs someone to do for her. For her, this is more important than living."

"Does she need someone to help her?"

The one-eyed man's face was full of disdain: "You?"

Jiang Lang nodded: "Me."

A flash of anger crossed the one-eyed man's eyes: "Where does your confidence come from? Just because she said you're the first person who has a chance to break through the limits of humanity? When will you finally realize that you're just a freak created by accident?"

Besides luck, what else do you have to brag about?

You are not steady in your actions, you are easily angered, and you are easily hurt. Where is the composure of a master?

She was your path to success, the person you'd secretly loved for five years, and yet you couldn't even protect her. What can you accomplish without her? Where do you get the audacity to spout such nonsense, you coward?

Jiang Lang's expression grew increasingly stiff: "Are you done?"

"He only told half the story."

"And the other half?"

"The other half? Listen to my heavy sniper rifle!"

The one-eyed man snapped his fingers, and the next moment, the barrels of seven heavy sniper rifles lit up simultaneously, their soul-locating devices firmly locking onto Jiang Lang.

His smile was sinister: "Die!"

"boom!"