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Zhou Yi didn't say much. He still stood below the stage and watched the scene on the stage.    

    

Until now, there was no need for Zhou Yi to make a move.    

    

Besides, is Zhou Yi familiar with this so-called inverse entropy person? Zhou Yi understood clearly that he was just a tool for this "reverse entropy".    

    

Putting aside how much Cao Jie despised him, even Meng Heng and Kong Dexiang didn't treat him well. Zhou Yi could already feel their hypocrisy from the moment he first came into contact with them.    

    

Since the other party was the same, why should he do anything else?    

    

Zhou Yi casually put his hands together and looked at the scene on the stage.    

    

At this moment, Cao Jie had already been scared off the stage. The cheers from the audience were filled with the cries of "evil spirits".    

    

"Evil ghost!"    

    

"Evil ghost!"    

    

"Evil ghost!"    

    

No one would care about the loser. The focus of everyone was on the final winner. The so-called victor is the king and loser is the bandit. It couldn't be any clearer in this underground boxing ring.    

    

The evil ghost giggled and reached out its hand towards Meng Heng: "Come on, trash!"    

    

Meng Heng's expression turned cold. He suddenly moved and threw a punch towards the evil ghost.    

    

There were no gaudy moves, but this was the simplest of punches. This seemingly slow attack was actually as heavy as Mt. Tai.    

    

Zhou Yi slightly raised his eyebrows when he saw this scene.    

    

Only a veteran with a lot of experience in the battlefield would have such a sharp attack.    

    

For an attack like Meng Heng's, he did not care about the moves or tricks at all. All he wanted to do was to kill someone, and the simple explanation was — to break the trick with force!    

    

When the evil ghost saw this move, its eyes turned a little gloomy. It also understood that the person in front of it was no ordinary person.    

    

However, in the evil ghost's heart, there was pride and arrogance. He was the evil ghost, and ever since he stood in the arena, he had never lost.    

    

The evil ghost could have dodged this attack, but the arrogance in his heart forced him to place his arm in front of his body to block it.    

    

Boom!    

    

Meng Heng's attack landed on the evil ghost's arm, causing its body to retreat a few steps.    

    

What kind of terrifying impact force was this!    

    

Zhou Yi could immediately tell that this Meng Heng was at least an expert in Middle Period of Martial Master.    

    

Furthermore, Meng Heng's own strength was definitely not as simple as Middle Period of Martial Master!    

    

For soldiers like Meng Heng, they did not have the spirit or Qi that ordinary cultivators would have when they reached the Martial Master realm. On the contrary, all their training was focused on their strength.    

    

What they found in football was absolute strength and the ability to kill the enemy!    

    

As the evil ghost retreated, his eyes gradually began to show signs of fear.    

    

His opponent's attack didn't have any moves. It was just a simple punch, yet it actually made him retreat several steps!    

    

This can only mean one thing... That opponent already had the strength to crush him.    

    

Meng Heng did not give the evil ghost any chance to react. He rushed over and kicked forward.    

    

Boom!    

    

A kick that was like ten thousand bolts of lightning struck his abdomen. Before the evil ghost could react, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen and immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.    

    

The body of the evil ghost was kicked into the air by Meng Heng, and then heavily fell onto the ground.    

    

When he fell to the ground, the evil ghost's pupils were still violently shrinking. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that he would be defeated by his opponent in just two moves.    

    

As for him … There was no chance at all!    

    

Only then did the referee hurriedly walk onto the stage. He looked at the motionless evil ghost on the ground and used his hand to probe in front of his nose …    

    

That evil ghost … He had lost all his breath!    

    

Meng Heng had killed the evil ghost in one move just like that!    

    

This was a complete crushing defeat.    

    

A few staff members quickly went up the stage and carried the body of the evil ghost down. The referee also announced Meng Heng's victory.    

    

The crowd immediately cheered. Everyone was shouting for Meng Heng.    

    

This was the underground boxing technique. The winner would be the king while the loser would be the thief. Only those who managed to survive would be able to obtain applause.    

    

In this kind of underground boxing fight, no one would care what moves you used. As long as you could win, that was fine!    

    

And what the audience really wanted to see was this kind of bloody fist fight.    

    

There was only one more round to begin Meng Heng's plan.    

    

At this moment, Zhou Yi looked around from Meng Heng. He suddenly realized that Kong Dexiang seemed to have gone somewhere.    

    

An ominous premonition suddenly rose in Zhou Yi's heart. He had a nagging feeling that the situation was going to go in a very bad direction …    

    

At this moment, Zhou Yi looked towards Wang Qiman, who was sitting beside him, as well as Director Li, who was sitting beside Wang Qiman.    

    

Even though the lights here were dim and Zhou Yi couldn't see Director Li's face clearly, Zhou Yi felt that he had seen that man before …    

    

Chief Li... Could it be … It's someone from the Lee Family …    

    

Zhou Yi gradually frowned.    

    

Just as Zhou Yi was thinking this, the third match had already started. However, the person on stage was a nearly 40-year-old man wearing a white casual suit.    

    

When the man in white casual clothes appeared on the field, the audience cast a doubtful gaze at him.    

    

"Who is this person …" "Who would wear such a set to fight a black fist …"    

    

"Isn't that so? I've never even seen this pretty boy before …"    

    

"He looks thin and weak, can he do it …?"    

    

The man in white clenched his fists. He didn't care about the mocking words from the audience at all. A smile appeared on his face.    

    

"Speak, do you have any last words before you die …" "Oh, that's right. I forgot to advise you. There's still time for you to kneel down and admit defeat …"    

    

Meng Heng didn't say anything. He just stared coldly at the person in front of him and suddenly moved.    

    

He was like a gale of wind as he charged towards the man in white. The wind from his fist whistled as he punched towards the man in white's face. It seemed as if it could tear through the air.    

    

Just like how he had used to attack the evil ghost, his attacks were still as steady as before. Even though they looked slow, in reality, he was like a Mt. Tai of tens of millions of tons!    

    

The man in white revealed a smile. He didn't even dodge as he pointed a finger at Meng Heng in a provocative manner.    

    

Could it be that this man in white, Meng Heng, was so easy to deal with?    

    

Zhou Yi frowned even more. He couldn't tell the strength of this man in white.    

    

Just as Meng Heng's punch was about to land on the white clothed man, the white clothed man's figure suddenly turned into countless fallen leaves, scattering in the air …