This was an underground fighting arena, dark, damp, and faintly filled with the stench of blood—a place that excited those who thrived in darkness.
As the car approached, a swarm of spectators burst forth, their nurous eyes all fixed on the vehicle.
The mont the "Dragon King" erged, soone recognized him and exclaid, "It’s the Dragon King."
"Which Dragon King?" So were less inford about his great renown.
"Rember that battle five years ago? The Dragon King fought everyone present single-handedly and from then on, his fa spread across the Imperial Capital, becoming its number one master. But after that battle, he vanished as if he had never existed, and there was no news of him. A few months ago, the Dragon King reappeared in the martial world, but he was heard of, yet not seen. I didn’t expect the Dragon King to show up here."
"My God, it’s him. Does his coming here today an another fight is about to happen?"
"By the sound of it, today is going to be an exceptionally thrilling day."
"Who is challenging the Dragon King?"
"Not entirely sure, but I guess they must be pretty formidable. If not, who would dare to challenge the Dragon King?"
"Of course, without significant skill, who would have the guts to challenge the Dragon King? Isn’t that seeking death?"
"Master Dragon." Wolfman approached the Dragon King, "This is one of my territories. Right this way, please. Many notable fighters have erged from here. If they heard you were coming today, they would certainly want to witness your imposing presence."
The Dragon King cast a sweeping glance, his face as cold as ever.
He was, of course, aware of this place. It was one of Wolfman’s underground boxing rings, where many idle, non-conformist youths voluntarily beca sparring partners for so underground boxers or joined the underground boxing teams themselves.
Underground boxing was a quick way to make money, even though it brought life-threatening risks.
For them, this thod was quicker to earn money and more thrilling, thus preferred by most here.
The Dragon King nodded, his expression as indifferently cold as always.
The scar on the back of his head was faintly visible to everyone, resembling a giant centipede, ominously eying the crowd.
With Wolfman and the Dragon King’s arrival, the crowd automatically parted to create a walkway.
They watched them with awe, not daring to utter a sound.
The two of them were regarded as among the top experts in the Imperial Capital. With them present, others naturally didn’t dare to be presumptuous.
Another car arrived, and five or six n alighted, who didn’t quite seem like locals, more like robust n grown overseas.
Each of them was tall and fierce, with unkind eyes and muscles rippling for all to see.
At the sight of their muscles, so ladies unconsciously swallowed, admiring their good builds and strong bodies.
"Could it be that they are the ones who want to challenge the Dragon King?" soone speculated as these n made their entrance.
"Most likely, otherwise it can’t be anyone of us; I certainly don’t have the courage."
"I don’t have the guts either."
"Enough, you’re scared out of your wits. I don’t believe the Dragon King is really that formidable. It’s just that he has been talked up by everyone. If the Dragon King loses today, the legends about him will have to be rewritten."
For them, there were no true masters, and no one remained a master forever.
If you’re progressing, so are others, and at any ti soone might replace you.
Hence, past successes and legends could only represent the past, not the present.
Whether the Dragon King could beco a legend again depended on his performance today.
"Master Dragon, don’t get wrong. They just heard about your prowess and wanted to have a match.
Young folks are all high-spirited and too proud to bow to anyone. Without a contest, they will never be convinced. So show them your Divine Power, make them accept their defeat convincingly, and let them understand that there is always soone stronger out there."
The narrative that the Dragon King possessed Divine Power was known to all who knew him.
"Whoever wants to co up can co; it doesn’t matter to ." The Dragon King didn’t show much reaction to Wolfman’s words.
"That’s just like Master Dragon, straight to the point. Alright, I’ll make the arrangents and see if there’s anyone else who wants to test their skills against you, Master Dragon."
There was a stage not far away, which was the heart of the Underground Fighting Arena, where boxers fought their fights.
The Dragon King was still in his attire, a black shirt paired with black trousers and a black trench coat thrown over. Standing there, he resembled an Asura who had co from hell, lightly equipped for battle.
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