Gao Wu Da Qin: You don't want your secret to be known, do you?

Chapter 23 Eight-Sound Bajiquan, Ghostly Shadow Step

"Number Nine is dead!"

"This...this might not be good!"

"It's such a pity that he died so young!"

Number Nine's body hung motionless on the wire mesh, a mixture of white and red fluid flowing from his temples, exuding an incomprehensible, abstract artistic quality.

The bloody scene brought the onlookers to their senses. They, including the referee, were stunned and no one knew what to do.

Everyone had imagined all sorts of endings, but no one had ever thought that Number Nine would be kicked to death!

Or this gruesome death where your brain is kicked out!

But underground boxing rings never care about decorum; they only care about who wins and who loses.

After a brief moment of mental blankness, the referee finally reacted and rushed forward, saying, "Congratulations to number seven, the veteran boxer, on successfully defending your title! You truly deserve to be called a former champion! These young upstarts simply cannot compare!"

"Meanwhile, our biggest prize pool of the day is about to be drawn! The odds are 1 to 10, so those who bet on number seven, the champion, are in for a treat!"

"The largest bet on the boxing champion this time is a deposit of 800,000 yuan from a Mr. Zhang San! He will receive an 8 million yuan reward and a private meeting with the old boxing champion!"

"Congratulations to Mr. Zhang for being the luckiest winner of this roulette round! Let's give a round of applause to number seven and Mr. Zhang. Concierge, please escort Mr. Zhang and the veteran boxer to the meeting room!"

"Next up are Friendship Number 3 and Number 8! Number 3 is from the Longnan region! Number 8 is from the Longdong region!"

"Number Three boasts an undefeated record of thirty-eight matches! Number Eight is hailed as the most promising young talent in the Longdong area to challenge for the gold belt. Let's open our eyes wide and prepare for this fierce battle..."

Amidst the referee's passionate pronouncements, several voluptuous hostesses surrounded Qin Feng, their fragrant scents wafting through the air, their jade-like arms and legs exuding charm and allure. Qin Feng thoroughly enjoyed this moment, realizing that these women truly understood men's desires; the school's beauties were no match for the vixens of the streets.

"What a generous older brother! He has a sharp eye; one shot and he's got it!"

"Wow, that's amazing, big brother!"

A group of young women surrounded Qin Feng like stars around the moon, even actively tempting him to take advantage of them.

With one woman on each side, Qin Feng walked towards the private room where he would meet the boxer.

This brings us to the rules of the boxing ring: the private meeting between the boxer and the biggest beneficiary.

This meeting truly demonstrates the wisdom of the boxing ring owner.

In order to maintain profits, underground boxing rings pay fighters very little, but they provide the biggest beneficiaries with opportunities to meet with fighters.

According to the rules of the boxing ring, the winner must share a portion of the money with the boxer, since you are profiting from their earnings!

Does Qin Feng know about the boxing ring's plans?

know!

They know it perfectly!

Why didn't Qin Feng run away? Why did he foolishly go to meet with them?

There's a reason for that!

Qin Feng knew the other party's secret: the other party was invited by Number Nine's father to be a sparring partner, but the sparring partner killed the employer's son. This secret is worth at least a million!

Yes!

Qin Feng's only thought when meeting the boxer was to rob him of his gold coins!

The boxing ring probably never expected that the guy they wanted to loot gold coins would actually be trying to loot his own teammates' gold coins!

This only speaks volumes about the abundance of resources and the excellent matchmaking system in Longcheng.

Before entering the private room, Qin Feng reluctantly kissed each of the vixens goodbye before pushing open the door and entering.

Inside the private room, the old boxing champion, number seven, had changed into a brand-new, oversized martial arts uniform and had been waiting for a long time.

The old boxing champion looked at the seventy-something-year-old man in front of him and said politely with a smile, "Congratulations, friend, you've won the grand prize!"

Qin Feng sat on the sofa, feigning a world-weary and indifferent expression, and said casually, "For such a small amount of money, Xianyang is much more fun than here!"

The old boxing champion's eyes gleamed. "Judging from your tone, sir, you're from Xianyang?"

Qin Feng laughed, "I'm a wanderer, I can't really say where I'm from! But my friend's stealth footwork is quite good. How many years have you been practicing stealth footwork?"

The veteran boxer said, "About ten years!"

Qin Feng laughed and asked, "Have you hit a bottleneck? Unable to break through?"

The old boxing champion seemed thoughtful. "Does the senior have a brilliant plan?"

Qin Feng laughed, "Alright, stand up, and I'll show you my stealth footwork!"

The old boxing champion looked at the old man in front of him suspiciously. What the heck? You want to use the stealth step? You know the stealth step? You're not trying to trick me into using the stealth step for free, are you?

As for Qin Feng, he had no such idea at all.

Qin Feng had just watched all the steps of the Misty Step from the audience and simulated the breathing frequency, heart rate, body movement patterns, and even the essence of the Misty Step!

Qin Feng now wanted the other party to evaluate the effectiveness of his invincible brain-simulated tracking steps.

The old boxing champion and Qin Feng stood facing each other, each with their own ulterior motives. Qin Feng narrowed his eyes and said, "It begins!"

The next moment, Qin Feng vanished from the old boxing champion's sight!

The old boxing champion paused for a moment, then chuckled and said, "Your starting stance is quite good, senior. Instead of the usual side-to-side jumps to blur the opponent's vision, you jump up and down – interesting!"

Qin Feng's voice came from behind the old boxer, "Then can you catch me?"

"Of course!"

The old boxing champion stepped aside, tilted his body at a 45-degree angle in a carp-like acrobatic pose, and suddenly turned around to deliver a Black Tiger Heart Strike!

But to the old boxing champion's surprise, there was nothing behind him!

How could this happen!

The veteran boxing champion, who has practiced the stealth step for many years, knows its characteristics and breakthrough point very well. That is, when the body makes a small range of twisting movements, it can increase the field of vision and catch the opponent!

At this moment, the old boxing champion's field of vision reached 270 degrees, which is twice as wide as 180 degrees!

But even so, we still didn't see the old man!

How could this be!

The old boxing champion laughed, "Your stealth footwork is truly amazing! It's comparable to the Ghostly Stealth Footwork!"

Qin Feng said, "It's alright. Try again; you never know, you might find me!"

The old boxing champion braced himself with one hand on the ground, then performed a 720-degree aerial flip!

The old boxing champion moved wildly, but Qin Feng, who had his back to the old boxing champion, was even faster, spinning around his blind spot almost simultaneously!

At that moment, the old boxing champion saw Qin Feng's figure through the glass door of the private room. Qin Feng's shadow was moving so fast that it was almost impossible to see his face clearly as he walked; all that could be seen was his blurry figure!

The old boxer was confident that the old man's stealth footwork was already superior to his own, and that he would be no match for him in any other situation.

According to the rules of the boxing ring, the biggest beneficiary meeting with the boxer in private is actually a way for the boxer to profit!

The old man's demonstration of this movement technique was undoubtedly telling me that he could escape my control and that I didn't need to pay him!

Now it seems that's really the case. Qin Feng is also telling the old boxing king, "I can run away at any time. When I say I'll secretly give you gold coins, you'd better obediently give me gold coins!"

Don't even think about killing me to cover it up; you can't kill me!

Unfortunately, Qin Feng was still new to the martial arts world and was unaware that his premature exposure of his strength had already aroused the old boxing king's murderous intent.

The old boxing champion thought, "This money is rightfully mine. If you don't give it to me, then don't blame me for taking it!"

As long as I kill you!

That eight million is all mine!

One has to admire the excellent matchmaking system!

For a moment, both sides wanted to steal each other's gold coins!

At this point, a simple sparring match deteriorates into robbery and theft!

Whoever has the better skills will be able to steal the opponent's gold coins!

Having figured this out, the old boxing champion stared at Qin Feng's reflection in the mirror, then suddenly turned around and, with a Black Tiger Strike at the heart with his left hand, grabbed at his right armpit and back!

Qin Feng realized something was wrong; the old man had turned hostile!

Qin Feng roared, "You've broken the rules! You actually used a mirror to find me!"

"Black Tiger Claws Out the Heart! That's a very ruthless move!"

No sooner said than done, an unexpected move, Black Tiger Strike the Heart, grabbed Qin Feng's body and pinned him to the ground!

At this moment, the old boxing king's killing intent was aroused. He stepped on Qin Feng's chest and punched Qin Feng's crown!

Qin Feng's eyes flashed with a fierce light. He raised his right arm and pondered the profound meaning of Number Seven's Bajiquan. All that could be heard was the clear, resounding sound of the five knuckles of Qin Feng's right hand, the cracking of his forearm bones, the popping of his shoulder, and finally, the thumping of his heart!

One sound, two sounds, three sounds, four sounds... eight sounds!

The Bajiquan sounded eight times!

The old boxing champion's expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed, "Eight levels, eight strikes! Who exactly are you?!"

The old boxing champion's right fist collided with the eight-level, eight-sound Bajiquan!

It's all too late!

All that could be seen was the old boxer's right sleeve suddenly twisting and ripping open. Every muscle in his body began to twist counterclockwise, and streaks of blood burst from the folds of his skin. The deep, bloody cracking of his bones echoed through the air. In the blink of an eye, these twisted, bursting wounds spread throughout his body. The old boxer's body resembled a twisted human-shaped giant twisted rope. His eyes widened in disbelief. He couldn't believe that he, that he, would die at the hands of an unknown person. He couldn't believe that anyone could perform the Eight-Sound Eight Extremes Fist!

(End of this chapter)