City's Best Divine Doctor-Chapter 1521 - 1520: Not a Match

Cai Yong knew Ye Qiu was a great fighter, so he wanted Ye Qiu to give it a try. But unexpectedly, Ye Qiu let this Fusang man have a go.

"Brother Qiu, can this Fusang guy handle it?"

"Akino, what level are you at now?"

"I’m a fifth-degree black belt."

Fifth-degree black belt?

Cai Yong couldn’t make sense of it.

As they went further inside, many young men and women were outside the bar, and when they went down to the basement, Ye Qiu discovered a very large fighting arena in the center of the basement, surrounded by seats arranged from high to low.

Altogether, there should be a few hundred seats, with screens and projectors around.

"Brother Qiu, the tickets for these seats were just sold out, the most expensive ones for three thousand each, and the regular ones for a few hundred each."

In this way, a single ticket sale could bring in hundreds of thousands or even a million.

Of course, this was nothing. The real big money came from being the house in betting, that’s where the real profit was.

Akino thought they were having a test, but it turned out to be boxing.

"Junior, what’s this?"

"This is underground fighting. In a while, you go up and try it against that Korean fighter."

These underground fights, Akino hadn’t participated in before, but he heard they were very brutal, with quite a few in Fusang. Unexpectedly, Ye Qiu had brought them to see underground fighting.

"What, are you scared?"

"Of course not, why would I be scared?" Akino wasn’t afraid of anyone except Ye Qiu, but he wasn’t as arrogant as before. He knew there were always stronger people out there.

As it approached eight o’clock, many ticket buyers started coming down from upstairs and found their seats.

Ye Qiu and Akino went to the place arranged by Cai Yong. Cai Yong said, "For the first match, we’ll send someone up, but I know he won’t be a match for Jin Junzhi."

Jin Junzhi was the Korean expert, with over thirty consecutive underground fight victories, making nearly ten million Huaxia Yuan.

Because of his continuous victories, he was naturally cocky, thinking no one in Huaxia could match him.

When the blonde-haired Jin Junzhi, dressed in fighting gear with gloves and headgear, went up to the arena, Cai Yong sent a fighter specializing in underground fighting.

As both fighters started, there was no noticeable difference in weight and height.

If it were a formal match, they would be classified by weight, but in underground fights, there was none of that—winning by any means except lethal weapons was allowed.

Once on the stage, Jin Junzhi immediately looked down on this Huaxia opponent, convinced he wasn’t a match for him.

The referee announced the start amid powerful music, and the fight began.

Ye Qiu watched, and just by looking at the fighter sent by Cai Yong, Ye Qiu knew he wasn’t Jin Junzhi’s match because he fell short in punching, speed, and reaction abilities.

Afraid he’d be knocked out within ten minutes.

The fighter sent by Cai Yong circled around Jin Junzhi, tentatively punching but without confidence.

Last time, at the Military District Compound, due to Cao Ling’s relation, Ye Qiu sparred with a few second-generation elites and special forces, which wasn’t serious combat, just a platform for Ye Qiu to teach them a lesson.

But here, it was different. This was real fighting, fighting to the death if necessary, with everything except standard rules.

There were referees, but unless there were special circumstances, they wouldn’t step in to stop it.

Just as Ye Qiu predicted, Cai Yong’s fighter was no match for Jin Junzhi, who knocked him down, wrapped his waist, and violently hit him in the head and neck until he passed out.

As the opponent was taken down to see the doctor, Ye Qiu went to check. He was already severely injured, and under normal circumstances, wouldn’t survive this kind of fight again.

However, with Ye Qiu’s intervention, he recovered quickly.

"Has anyone died here?" Ye Qiu asked.

"Brother Qiu, a few people have died here. Previously, it was run by the Beicheng Gang, and the boss of the Beicheng Gang also liked organizing these fights. As for how many died, I’m not sure."

It seems this kind of intense fighting really could kill. The body has too many vulnerable spots, like temples, Adam’s apple, etc., that if hit accidentally, could be fatal.

After the match introduction, they took a half-hour break.

Jin Junzhi, without breaking a sweat, was surprised the match ended so quickly; he felt it was easy to make money off Huaxia people.

After all, from the ticket income share, at least two to three hundred thousand could be made per match, and this money came fast.

As Jin Junzhi went to rest, he had already won his first match of the night.

Next up, it was Akino, brought by Ye Qiu.

"Akino, can you handle this?" Ye Qiu asked.

Seeing that Jin Junzhi probably also had a fifth-degree black belt level, maybe even better, considering his frequent participation in underground fights.

"I want to give it a try."

"Then I’ll bet fifty thousand on you to win," Ye Qiu said.

Fifty thousand?

As for the odds the bookmaker was offering on Akino, Ye Qiu didn’t know because Cai Yong’s people handled it.

Ye Qiu went upstairs first since the basement ventilation was so good but still stuffy.

Upstairs, in the VIP room, while Ye Qiu and Cai Yong were having a glass of red wine, Cai Yong asked, "Brother Qiu, are you really not going to give it a try?"

Cai Yong wasn’t sure if this Fusang guy was a match for Jin Junzhi?

"Let them fight first!"

If it truly wasn’t possible, Ye Qiu would step in to cut Jin Junzhi down to size. But Jin Junzhi wasn’t on Ye Qiu’s radar. Compared to the special forces at the Military District Compound, he was far behind.

The half-hour passed quickly, and tickets sold out fast again. Hearing about the match between the Fusang guy and the Korean, more people were drawn in, raising ticket prices due to the crowd.

Also, many started placing bets on the winner, most betting on Jin Junzhi because he was simply too strong. As for the Fusang guy, they weren’t sure of his ability but felt he wasn’t as formidable as Jin Junzhi.

After Ye Qiu went downstairs, Akino, who had changed into fighting gear, showed off his well-developed muscles, on par with Jin Junzhi, though appearing younger as Jin Junzhi was already in his thirties.

Once on the arena, Akino stared at his opponent and said, "I’m a fifth-degree black belt in Karate."

"Fifth-degree black belt? Karate? I won’t even bother with you," Jin Junzhi said in broken Chinese.

Of course, he wasn’t trained in Taekwondo, but a mix of Muay Thai and Sanda. But he knew Taekwondo and Karate involved flashy moves, suitable for performance or exercise, but in real combat, Muay Thai was far superior.