The boxing match was over in less than three seconds. As expected, the victor was a boxer from Chen Ming's Battle Hall.
"The first match, Wang Chen from Battle Hall wins!" declared the old gang leader of the Qingzi Sect, his face emotionless. The other elder judges silently jotted notes on their papers.
"Wang Chen, well done!" Chen Ming cheered without reservation. Raising both hands over his head, he clapped twice, cheering for the boxer on the stage. Simultaneously, he shot a triumphant glance at Long Shaotian and sneered, "Lord Dragon, don't be so selfish. For your men's sake, I suggest you give up early. There's no way you can win!"
Long Shaotian, his face cold, quietly watched the scene. He ordered his men to carry away the boxer Wang Chen had knocked off the stage with a single punch, but said nothing himself.
