Young Madam Has Multiple Identities

When the audience saw the two of them, they couldn't help but wonder, isn't it only people with similar winning rates who can fight? What was the situation now?    

    

However, it did not matter if there was a competition to watch. In any case, they only cared about finding excitement and betting.    

    

"I think it's because Wei Hu has the ability, so we made an exception and let him fight Si Quan!"    

    

"Si Quan has already won eighteen matches in a row. Isn't it easy for him to fight Wei Hu?"    

    

"Don't be so full of yourself. Wei Hu is really ruthless. Those who were beaten by him before were either killed or injured."    

    

"Anyway, I support Si Quan."    

    

"I support Wei Hu. Wei Hu, you can do it! Beat him to death!"    

    

...    

    

Wei Hu heard the cheers from the audience on stage, and his competitive spirit was immediately aroused. He only felt a warm current rushing to his head.    

    

He looked at Si Quan, who was still warming up, and waved his fist as he rushed over.    

    

Si Quan was still thinking about what Flying Fish had told him. He had always listened to his master's words. If it wasn't because he had no other choice, he wouldn't have fought with this kind of person. But now, the situation was not up to him anymore.    

    

Si Quan, who was still warming up, felt the wind from the fist above him. He turned around and kicked Wei Hu's legs. However, Wei Hu's weight was very low, and he didn't move at all. He was like a giant beast, and he even reached out his hand to grab Si Quan's clothes.    

    

Si Quan ripped open the boxing suit on the outside and used the sudden exhaustion. He stood still and raised his leg to kick three inches below Wei Hu's chest. Wei Hu hurriedly raised his hand to protect him, but Si Quan's speed was too fast. Before he could raise his hand, his chest was kicked. He took a few steps back, but immediately rushed towards Si Quan.    

    

The two of them immediately started to fight, and they were evenly matched.    

    

"Bah... 18 consecutive wins, not bad." Wei Hu spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground. While he was in a stalemate with Si Quan, he thought that it seemed like he had underestimated Si Quan.    

    

If this continued, he was afraid that he would be defeated by ___... This would not do!    

    

"Humph!" Taking advantage that Si Quan was not paying attention, Wei Hu took out a military knife from his waist with his right hand.    

    

Si Quan had felt that something was wrong before, but he did not think that he would really use this kind of trick. Just as he was about to use all of his strength to break free, his left hand tightly grabbed onto him, and there was nothing he could do.    

    

While Si Quan was still struggling, Wei Hu stabbed at Si Quan with his knife. The speed was fast, accurate, and vicious!    

    

The audience fell silent for a moment, but soon, their surprise was replaced by a kind of excitement.    

    

This was Underground Black Boxing Hall. This kind of scene was common. Watching a fight was not like watching a show. What made the audience excited was only the blood that burst out from their fight.    

    

The military knife cut across Si Quan's waist, leaving a wound. His lips turned white, and a touch of pain appeared on his face. But in the next second, he felt his body go limp.    

    

He tried to stand up, but he only felt his limbs go limp and dizzy...    

    

What was smeared on the knife?    

    

"F * ck, stand up!"    

    

"Attack!"    

    

"Trash..."    

    

Si Quan felt that half of his body had become numb. He gritted his teeth and stood unsteadily. In front of him was Wei Hu's proud smile, as well as punches and kicks that rained down like rain.    

    

"Si Quan, are you still going to fight?" The host asked slowly.    

    

Si Quan's body was getting more and more out of control. If this continued, he would definitely die. He clenched his fist, "Give up, give up..."    

    

"Si Quan forfeited. His 18 consecutive victories have ended. The winner is Wei Hu!"    

    

"He forfeited so quickly, I haven't had enough fun yet." Wei Hu smiled complacently and walked to Si Quan's side. His eyes were full of ridicule. "Trash, that's all!"    

    

Si Quan bit the tip of his tongue and blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. He then supported his body and walked down the arena.    

    

...    

    

Buzz, buzz -    

    

Su Wan took the phone and saw that it was Qin Qing calling.    

    

"Qingqing?"    

    

"Nian Nian, Si Quan was seriously injured and is now with me." Qin Qing went straight to the point.    

    

"What?" Su Wan frowned when she heard that Si Quan was seriously injured. How could he have been injured all of a sudden?    

    

"He is still unconscious. I am not sure about the details."    

    

"I know. Tomorrow... I will go to your place."