In America, my cousin, Supergirl Kara...

"Ladies and gentlemen!" The host, sporting a slicked-back hairstyle, raised the microphone, and the loudspeaker's voice instantly drowned out the noise of the entire venue. "Tonight's grand finale is about to begin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the lights on the ceiling went out, plunging the entire boxing ring into darkness, with only scattered cell phone screens and the red dots of cigarette butts emitting faint light.

A few seconds later, a beam of spotlight suddenly shone down from the ceiling, shining directly on the octagonal cage, instantly becoming the focus of the entire arena.

"First up is our old friend," the host announced, spitting as he held the microphone, "the Bloods, the Giant Brison of the Red Team!"

Another spotlight swept across the darkness directly behind the ring, and a tall figure stepped into the light from the corridor. It was the giant, Brison, who was nearly 2.5 meters tall and had granite-like muscles piled up on his body. What was most striking were the honeycomb-like red spots on his chest and back, making him look like a fighter who relied heavily on technology and ruthless skills.

As soon as Brison appeared on stage, the atmosphere in the audience instantly shifted from its peak to a fever pitch. Whistles and screams mingled with the spurting hops from soda cans, some people stood on chairs and let out piercing screams, and a black woman even took off her top and swung her two black breasts around like a demon dancing wildly.

"Quiet down, everyone!" The host amplified the sound, the crackling of the microphone causing everyone to instinctively cover their ears. "And next up is Connor the Crippled. Let's welcome this brave young man!"

The third beam of light shone on Li Xiao's location. He was wearing a mask and a hood, his features shrouded in shadow. Under the light, compared to his height, Brison looked like a miniature figurine.

Hummingbird drones were buzzing around, occasionally filming, which is why Li Xiao covered his face as soon as he entered; he didn't want to be in the spotlight on the internet.

The audience was silent for a second, then a chorus of boos crashed in like waves.

"Where the hell did this newbie come from?"

"You look a bit better than the first two. Don't go looking for your mom as soon as you get on stage."

"I'm betting 3,000 on Bryson because I want to see a closely contested fight, not a stomp on a noob!"

Hearing the numbers coming through the headset, the host coughed twice to signal for quiet. "The current betting ratio has reached 1 in 30."

Upon hearing this sound, the entire venue erupted into chaos once again.

"Damn casino, with such high odds, if Bryson wins, I'll make several dollars!"

"Betting 1000 on him is a sure-fire way to make money; only a fool wouldn't take the job."

"I'll take 2000!"

"Anyone betting on Connor? If he wins, he'll make a fortune!"

"Why the hell don't you press it yourself? Go eat shit, you idiot!"

Laughter came from all directions, clearly indicating that everyone was certain Li Xiao would lose.

Li Xiao didn't seem to care. He actually wanted to place the bets himself, but Quese sensed that the rules of the boxing ring didn't allow boxers to bet on themselves, so he had no choice but to leave the little money he had with Quese and ask him to help.

He glanced back at Quesé in the audience, who nodded and then stood up and called out.

"I'll bet 30,000 on Connor!"

Surprisingly, there were no boos from the audience. It's rare for a boxer to be pressured by his own opponent instead of his own. As everyone knows, the Crippled Gang and the Blood Gang have been at odds for a long time, and the two sides often fight each other for territory.

This kind of behavior—losing oneself while giving face to the enemy—is something only an idiot would do.

Li Xiao walked out of the aisle, and the audience on both sides of the seats all had mocking expressions and were booing.

"Haha, don't get beaten up and cry, Conor. No one'll wipe your snot then."

"We're all betting on Bryson. Guess which poor bastard isn't going to win?"

"If you know what's good for you, admit defeat when Bryson is about to beat you to death."

"Brison will beat you to a pulp! You secretive brat!"

Just then, a beer can was thrown in Li Xiao's direction. Li Xiao paused for a moment, then raised his hand and threw a jab. The aluminum can was compressed into a ball and flew back even faster, accurately hitting a bearded black man in the mouth.

A front tooth was knocked out of his mouth, and the big black man covered his mouth as blood dripped through his fingers.

The audience erupted in uproar. No one had expected Connor to have such a fiery temper. Dozens of people pounded on their iron chairs in protest, and the voices overwhelmingly supported Bryson.

"Down with Connor, Brison!"

"Kick Connor's ass so hard you'll smash it open!"

"Connor, don't attack the audience!" The host frowned and slapped the audience member in the mouth right away. This kid is not one to back down. I wonder if he can still stand up to Brissen.

"Sorry, I didn't know the rules," Li Xiao said, shrugging innocently. "Besides, he didn't bet on me. Logically, since he didn't lose any money, he has no right to throw things at me!"

Li Xiao knew he couldn't show weakness in this godforsaken place, otherwise these people would think he was easy to bully and might do whatever they wanted to him. Blocking the door of the fighters after the match was a common occurrence in underground boxing matches; a group of gamblers who had lost everything were capable of anything.

Li Xiao pushed open the iron gate and stepped into the cage. He glanced at it and saw that the entire cage was welded shut with a high-speed iron mesh more than four meters long. The black alloy mesh completely isolated the inside from the outside, giving off a sense of oppression. Through the mesh holes, he could clearly see everything outside.

The ground is mainly made of solid concrete blocks without any shock absorption measures. It is only painted with a layer of green water-gloss paint, which makes it a bit slippery when you step on it.

The entire iron cage reeked of a strong smell of sweat and blood, and the edges of the mesh were covered with dark brown blood.

Brison was warming up on the opposite side. When he saw Li Xiao come on stage, he rushed over. When he got close, Li Xiao found that this guy was as big and strong as a small mountain, weighing at least 300 pounds. His bulging arms were thicker than his waist.

On the two bulging pectoral muscles, red wounds were still oozing bodily fluids.

Li Xiao sniffed, the pungent smell of medicine was faint, and seeing the man's somewhat manic expression, he immediately realized that this guy had been given an injection.

"Connor, I heard you know kung fu," Brison suddenly lowered his head, his face shoving right in front of Li Xiao's. "I'll tear you apart from here!"

Brison's thumb lightly brushed across Li Xiao's throat, causing Li Xiao to frown deeply.

Bryson was like a biological gas bomb, his body, soaked in drugs, constantly emitting a pungent odor, not to mention the drool dripping from the corners of his mouth, making him smell so bad it made people want to vomit.

[Child of Krypton, you have encountered a two-headed ogre secretly modified by the Penguin Gang. He is challenging you. Note: The ogre carries a corrupting plague and a berserk state that consumes its lifespan.]

[Detected: Your body contains nuclear energy from a solar flare, granting immunity to negative status effects from ogres.]

[Mission: Slay the two-headed ogre with swift and decisive action]

[Reward: Free Attribute +2, Kryptonite Premium Fabric +1]

"I heard you like raping young girls?" Li Xiao cracked his collar, making a popping sound like a firecracker.

"Oh, yes," Brison said with a look of ecstasy. "It feels so wonderful. I can use it with one hand, and the crying sound is so enjoyable. Taking a few bites is just amazing."

"I will beat you to death in the ring!" Li Xiao stared directly at Bruce and said, word by word.