America: Starting from collecting corpses, leveling up to godhood

The two walked down the concrete stairs to the ground floor.

In the center of the area was a simple octagonal cage enclosed by rusty wire mesh, the canvas at the bottom of which had long been soaked in blood and turned dark brown.

Inside the cage, a muscular black man, nearly two meters tall, was pinning a thin white boxer against the wire mesh and pounding him mercilessly.

"Stop...please, I give up!"

The white boxer, his face covered in blood, futilely covered his head with his hands and shouted.

The burly black man ignored him, even grinning as he raised his knee and slammed it into the white boxer's abdomen, followed by a powerful elbow strike to the back of his head.

The white boxer collapsed to the ground and lost consciousness on the spot.

But the burly black man didn't stop; he actually straddled her and continued to punch her repeatedly in the face, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

The onlookers made no attempt to stop them; instead, they erupted in cheers, and the gang members excitedly waved their banknotes.

"Kill Johnny! Twist his head off!"

"Give it a good beating! I haven't seen fresh brains in ages!"

"I bet he can play three more games!"

……

"This is Johnny 'The Bulldozer'." Jack swallowed and pointed at the cage.

"He has two charges of aggravated assault on his record. He's boxing here to save money for his lawyer's fees. He's addicted to drugs and can't stop once he starts bleeding."

"There's no option to concede here?" Chen Ming raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Yes, but it depends on the dealer's mood and the opponent's agreement." Jack gestured towards a group of burly men in red and blue gang uniforms who were counting money not far away.

"As long as there are still people betting on the outside, they won't open the gates, which is why this ring has the highest disability and mortality rates in all of Los Angeles."

"You should have told me about this place sooner."

Chen Ming silently added another label to this place in his mind: "the place where high-quality goods originate".

The corpses of muscular fighters are rare commodities on the market and are not cheap.

"His pupils are noticeably dilated, and his muscles are having unnatural spasms... This guy definitely took an amphetamine-like stimulant before going on stage," Chen Ming said calmly as he looked at Johnny.

"This guy has great explosive power, but his reaction speed isn't very fast. Also, he pauses every time he exerts force with his left leg, which means he probably has a serious old meniscus injury."

Jack stared at Chen Ming in disbelief.

"You could tell all of that?"

"It's all about knowing yourself and your enemy." Chen Ming withdrew his gaze.

Jack was about to turn around and place his bet when he suddenly stopped.

"Wait, what name should I use to register you for the betting? You can't go up with your real name. When you come to this place to box, you have to come up with a catchy alias, the more ruthless the better."

Chen Ming rested his chin on his hand and began to think.

"I have trouble coming up with names, so how about combining our names... how about 'Jackie Chan'?"

Jack's eyes twitched violently.

"This name sounds more suited to fighting in Walmart than in an octagon."

"It's okay, the weirder the name, the better the odds will be, so I'll just fill in this one."

Jack rolled his eyes, grabbed a canvas bag full of US dollars, squeezed to the dealer's folding table, and slammed it down on the table.

"Bet on my new recruit to face Johnny, whose nickname is... Jack Chen."

The fat Zhuang family man with a face full of scars paused for a second, then burst into laughter.

"That old comedian who kicks people in the groin?" The fat man said, shoveling cash into the metal bucket while tossing out a bill smeared with chili sauce.

"Four times the compensation, make him sign it. We won't cover the shipping costs for collecting the body later."

Jack squeezed back with the form, and Chen Ming signed his name immediately after looking at it.

At this moment, the white boxer who had been knocked unconscious was being dragged out of the cage by his henchmen, leaving bloody marks on the ground. Johnny, covered in blood, excitedly pounded his chest and roared at the crowd, like a gorilla in heat.

"Listen," Jack said, taking Chen Ming's coat and warning him in a low voice.

"I believe in your abilities, but be careful not to engage Johnny in ground fighting. He weighs 240 pounds, and if he gets on top of you, you'll be in trouble. Also, don't aim to knock him out in 30 seconds; warm up first..."

"No need for that."

Chen Ming walked straight toward the newly opened iron mesh door.

"I'll take care of him within ten seconds."

The metal mesh gate slammed shut and locked behind them, and the DJ raised his microphone and started shouting.

"The next challenger is... Jack Chen from East Los Angeles?! What the hell?!"

The crowd erupted in laughter and whistles, and some even threw beer at the wire mesh.

"Go back to Chinatown and deliver food!"

"Johnny, crush his balls!"

Johnny spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, looked down at Chen Ming, who was much shorter than him, and without even assuming a fighting stance, simply spread his arms wide.

"Little Asian monkey... your bones must be very brittle."

"Nigger, if you go back to your cotton field now, you can still have one more watermelon with your mother..."

Chen Ming responded to the other party's trash talk without any politeness.

"I'm going to rip your guts out!"

Upon hearing this, Johnny let out a muffled roar and lunged at Chen Ming with his massive body. He swung his right arm, and his huge fist, accompanied by a whooshing sound, smashed down on Chen Ming's face.

Several gang members in the front row immediately raised their phones excitedly, ready to record the scene of brains splattering.

Chen Ming did not back down.

He shifted his weight slightly, slid his body to the right, and precisely positioned himself in the blind spot of Johnny's punching motion.

Johnny missed his punch, but the momentum caused his left leg to slam heavily onto the blood-stained canvas, becoming the fulcrum for his entire body's strength.

The moment his left foot touched the ground, Chen Ming moved.

He raised his right leg and delivered a whip kick.

"Snapped!"

With the sound of bones breaking, Johnny's massive body instantly lost its balance and fell forward uncontrollably.

Chen Ming then used the force of the kick to twist his waist and swing his right arm from bottom to top.

boom!

A powerful uppercut landed squarely on Johnny's chin.

Johnny's brain convulsed violently inside his skull, his massive body stiffened abruptly in mid-air, and then slammed straight onto the canvas, becoming completely still.

"..."

The West Coast bass rap was still booming from the speakers.

But everyone gathered around the octagonal cage froze in place. The gamblers who had been shouting about twisting off heads were now gaping, their hands holding their phones suspended in mid-air. The fat dealer's piece of pickled cucumber, which he had just bitten off, fell directly to the ground.

Chen Ming straightened up and swung his wrist.

The electronic timer on the wall shows 00:04.

"Stop spacing out, go collect the money." Chen Ming looked at Jack, who was completely petrified outside the iron fence, and reached out to knock on him.

"This is unbelievable..."

Jack swore, then laughed wildly and lunged at the fat dealer's folding table.

"Hahahaha, one to four... Hand over the cash, you fat pig!"