The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

The fist, as big as a meat grinder or a clay pot, carrying the power to pierce steel plates, stopped less than three inches from Jiang Chen's nose.

The force of the punch ruffled the hair on Jiang Chen's forehead.

The entire Shura Cage was a boiling ocean.

"Tear him to pieces!"

"Kill him!"

Tangtang's heartbeat stopped at that moment.

Jiang Chen's eyelids finally lifted slightly.

He parted his lips slightly and uttered two words.

"Too slow."

Before he could finish speaking...

He moved.

It wasn't a punch, nor a kick.

He simply raised his right hand and casually swung it at the fist that was bigger than his head.

The movements were light and airy, as if shooing away an annoying fly.

No sound.

There was no blast wave.

In everyone's eyes, this was just a weak and powerless stance.

However, the instant Jiang Chen's palm made contact with the meat grinder's hard, iron-like fist...

"Bang!"

A loud bang, not the sound of bones breaking, but like a speeding truck crashing into a concrete wall.

The meat grinder, a massive two-meter-tall machine, looked as if it had been hit head-on by an invisible cannonball.

The sneer on his face froze.

His body flew backward at a speed ten times faster than when he rushed towards him.

"Clang—!"

The octagonal cage railing, made of special steel bars, was directly slammed into by his massive body, bending and deforming outwards, emitting a sickening metallic groan.

The meat grinder, like a lump of mud, stuck to the deformed guardrail and then slowly slid off.

His chest was completely sunken in, forming a shocking crater.

The person had already stopped breathing.

There were more than 3,000 spectators in the entire slaughterhouse.

One second they were shouting at the top of their lungs, the next second it felt like someone was grabbing their necks at the same time.

Noise, frenzy, screams.

Stopped abruptly.

The entire space fell into a deathly silence.

A gambler's hand, raised high in preparation for placing a bet, froze in mid-air.

A burly man stood with his mouth open, about to shout the words "meat grinder," his mouth still forming the shape.

Registration area.

The cigarette that the one-eyed man had in his mouth slipped from his loosened lips.

The cigarette butt fell onto his pants, burning a hole that touched his skin.

"Awooo—!"

A bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered, shattered the deathly silence.

One-Eyed Dragon jumped up suddenly, frantically patting his smoking pants.

That scream was like a switch being turned on.

The entire audience gasped as if they had just been pulled out of the water.

"Dead?"

"One...one move?"

"Am I fucking seeing things?"

No one could believe what they were seeing.

That meat grinder that tore its opponents to shreds for ten consecutive games was just... slapped to death?

In the corner of the auditorium.

Tangtang stood there, her little mouth agape in an "O" shape.

She gripped the thin betting slip tightly in her hand.

Her brain went blank for a full ten seconds.

Ten seconds later.

She blinked sharply, then blinked again.

She looked down at the receipt in her hand.

Jiang Chen wins.

Odds: 1:100.

She invested... she invested all her savings, several thousand dollars!

What is several thousand times one hundred again?

Hundreds of thousands!

She's struck it rich!

A tremendous surge of ecstasy, like a volcanic eruption, instantly overwhelmed all her reason and fear.

"ah--!"

Tangtang let out a piercing scream, but this time, it wasn't out of fear.

Like a mouse that has spotted cheese, she went mad, scrambling down from the stands on all fours and running wildly toward the betting window.

She slammed her hand on the glass of the betting window, making a loud "bang".

"Money! Pay up!"

"I won! Give me the money now!"

She clapped and jumped as she did so, her face, painted with smoky makeup, contorted with fanaticism.

"One hundred times the original price! Not a penny less!"

The betting clerk in the window, his face pale, looked at the god-like figure in the cage, then at the seemingly insane girl outside the window, his hands trembling.

He operated the machine with trembling hands, and when he saw the payout amount corresponding to Tangtang's receipt, he felt like he was about to faint.

And this moment.

Inside the octagonal cage.

Jiang Chen didn't even glance at the corpse on the ground.

He raised his head, his gaze passing over the silent crowd and landing on the VIP rooms on the second floor, which were made of one-way glass.

He knew that the owner of the boxing ring was watching from there.

"Next."

His voice was calm, yet it clearly resonated throughout every corner of the boxing ring.

No one responded.

Those boxers who were originally lined up behind the meat grinder, ready to go into the ring, all lowered their heads and dared not look him in the eye.

Jiang Chen impatiently brushed off non-existent dust from his shoulders.

Don't waste your time.

His gaze swept over the dodging boxers.

"All of you, come at me together."

boom!

This statement was even more shocking than the slap that killed the meat grinder.

He wants to fight all the boxers by himself?

madman!

This guy is absolutely insane!

……

The second floor, the most luxurious VIP room.

A burly middle-aged man with a tiger tattooed on his neck suddenly smashed his wine glass against the security camera wall opposite.

"Splash!"

A million-dollar screen shattered instantly.

He is Lei Hu, the owner of this boxing ring and one of the underground emperors of the western district of Haicheng.

His face was ashen, like the bottom of a pot.

Because of the outrageous odds, almost everyone bet on the meat grinder in this match.

Only two people were able to subdue Jiang Chen.

But it was these two people who caused his boxing ring to lose nearly 100 million yuan!

"check!"

"Investigate! Find out who this kid is!"

Lei Hu roared at his men behind him.

He grabbed the walkie-talkie on the table and pressed the call button.

His voice was chilling, as if it came from hell.

"The rules have been changed."

"Let 'Hungry Wolf,' 'Viper,' and 'Ghost Hand' all come at once."

"Tell them to bring their weapons!"

"Today, I'm going to make this brat die in his cage!"

……

"Squeak—"

The iron gate of the octagon was pushed open again.

All eyes in the room were instantly drawn to it.

This time, it wasn't just one person who came out.

There are three.

These three people didn't have the massive size of a meat grinder, but the aura they exuded was far more dangerous.

The man at the front had a wolf head tattoo on his neck, and as he walked, he put on a pair of gleaming brass knuckles.

The man on the left was thin and snake-like, toying with a sharp, short dagger in his hand.

The man on the right had long, slender fingers, and with each step he took, it seemed as if he was measuring something; his eyes were sinister.

The referee has disappeared.

In the boxing ring, there are no rules.

This is no longer a fight.

This is a desperate, all-out attack!

Tangtang, who had just received a large bundle of cash from the prize redemption center and was grinning foolishly while holding the money, suddenly froze.

She looked at the three people in the cage, then at Jiang Chen, who was standing alone in the center.

A chill ran from the soles of her feet straight up to the top of her head.

In the cage.

Jiang Chen looked at the three assassins who walked in.

Look at the weapons in their hands.

A slight change finally appeared on his usually expressionless face.

It was neither solemn nor fearful.

Rather, it was a hint of interest, like that of a hunter when he sees his prey.