Yang Tian came here to collect Martial Arts Demon Qi, so he struck first, aiming to kill his opponent in the shortest time possible.

His figure flickered, and he vanished into thin air.

"Where did he go!"

The hundreds of spectators around were startled, looking around but unable to find Yang Tian's figure.

"Strange, he was just standing on the Martial Arts Platform, how did he suddenly disappear?"

"What's going on? Are we seeing things, or is Yang Tian a ghost?"

"Is this match still going to happen?"

The crowd let out waves of confused exclamations.

Meanwhile, Blas on the Martial Arts Platform could clearly feel the approach of death. He instinctively stepped back, but it was already too late.

Yang Tian's figure flickered and appeared in front of Blas.

"What's going on? Yang Tian reappeared!"

"Damn it, disappeared suddenly, next second appears in front of Blas?"

"What is this? Could it be some kind of Martial Arts from Huaxia? He looks like he's from Huaxia, could Huaxia Kung Fu really exist?"

The spectators shouted out in shock. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"You scared the crap out of me!"

At this moment, Blas let out a low roar and suddenly raised his fist, swinging it heavily towards Yang Tian's face.

You have to admit, that punch was extremely powerful.

If hit, even a fighter weighing hundreds of pounds would have their nose broken.

But the person Blas encountered was Yang Tian, a terrifying force.

Yang Tian's cultivation was already beyond anyone in the Human Realm, how could the boxer without any Spiritual Breath in front of him be a match?

Almost instantly, Yang Tian reached out and grasped Blas's fist.

"They're starting to fight!"

Hundreds of spectators stared intently at the two on the Martial Arts Platform.

Yang Tian's speed was too fast, they only saw Blas swing his fist, but didn't see how Yang Tian moved; by the time they reacted, Blas's extremely powerful punch had been firmly gripped by Yang Tian.

"You bastard!"

Blas growled, trying to withdraw his fist but found he couldn't pull it from Yang Tian's grasp at all.

He instinctively swung his right fist, aiming a hook punch at Yang Tian's face.

Smack!

Yang Tian gently squeezed.

A crisp bone cracking sound rang out, Yang Tian directly crushed Blas's fist into pieces.

"Ah..."

Blas let out a pig-slaughtering-like screech.

Yang Tian curved his palm, forming a crane hand shape, then tapped twice on Blas's chest.

Smack! Smack!

Two crisp booming sounds echoed.

Blas's face turned pale and bloodless, his whole body trembled, staring wide-eyed at Yang Tian.

Gradually, blood started to flow from his seven orifices, his wide-open eyes turned grayish white, pupils enlarging uncontrollably.

At last, a gurgling sound came from his throat, his whole body thudded onto the Martial Arts Platform, vomiting black blood, dying painfully.

The whole Martial Arts Platform shuddered, everyone froze there.

The underground boxing ring, once filled with boiling cheers and shouts, turned silent at this moment.

"Yang Tian! Yang Tian! Yang Tian!"

No one knew who shouted first, but everyone followed in shouting: "Yang Tian! Yang Tian! Yang Tian!"

The referee was in shock, he had hosted thousands of fights, but never seen someone like Yang Tian deliver such a strike, on the surface, Yang Tian appeared to be a typical Asian, seemingly weak, yet Yang Tian merely tapped twice on Blas, and Blas vomited blood and died.

This was the first time the referee witnessed such terrifying combat.

But the referee still rushed onto the Martial Arts Platform, excitedly raised Yang Tian's hand: "In this fight, Yang Tian defeated Blas who had a seventy-win streak, replacing Blas's position, entering the top four of the underground boxing ring! Yang Tian is mighty!"

"Yang Tian is mighty! Yang Tian is mighty! Yang Tian is mighty!"

Cheerful shouts reverberated.

The entire underground boxing ring boiled over.

These spectators were all known upper-class elites from New York City, usually high and mighty, representing civilization and quality, but here, they were beasts, a group of bloodthirsty beasts.

They were eager for a bloodier and more brutal fighter to appear, offering them fiercer boxing performances.

They were used to the back and forth of fights, but witnessing Yang Tian simply tap twice and kill a tall and strong Blas was a first for them.

"Yang Tian, keep performing, as long as you get more ruthless, we'll reward you crazily!"

A chubby tycoon stood up, waving his cash, excitedly shouting.

"We'll immediately raise our bid, don't let us down!"

Other spectators weren't to be outdone, took out their phones, scanned at their seats, intensifying their rewards; the money transferred to the name of the martial arts hall, split fifty-fifty later, half going to Yang Tian's bank card.

But money to Yang Tian was trash.

He came here mainly to collect enough Martial Arts Demon Qi.

He ran his Divine Sense, probing around, felt the audience's admiration for him, nodded in satisfaction, and quickly operated Spiritual Breath, starting to gather this feeling of worship.

Soon, in his Dantian, a Dharma Pearl emerged, specifically used to absorb Martial Arts Demon Qi transformed from worship.

As long as he participates in more fights, Yang Tian can collect enough Martial Arts Demon Qi.

And hundreds of spectators require more blood, violence, and wildness to be stimulated, so he spoke: "Call up the three strongest fighters you have here, I'll settle them at once, no need to fight one by one."

"What?!"

The referee froze, stunned.

"He wants to fight three fighters at once? And they are the three strongest? So arrogant?"

Hundreds of spectators stood up in surprise, each staring hotly at Yang Tian, with anticipation, appreciation, doubt, and wild fervor in their eyes.

"Yang Tian, are you really going to challenge three fighters at once?"

The referee asked again.

"You're too verbose!"

Yang Tian pressed his palm down, knocking the referee off the Martial Arts Platform: "Bring your three strongest fighters here, I'll bathe them in blood within a minute!"

Arrogant!

Pompous!

But the hundreds of spectators in the underground boxing ring shouted madly: "Yang Tian! Yang Tian! Yang Tian!"

The referee hurried to the second floor, soon returning with three burly men.

One Caucasian, one black giant, one obviously Asian.

All three were muscle-bound, full of explosive power fighters. As they stepped up, they roared: "Beast, get back where you came from! You don't get to be arrogant here!"

Yang Tian's gaze fell onto the Asian fighter, his brows furrowing, sensing a powerful fluctuation of Spiritual Breath within him.

By reason, on Earth, there shouldn't be Martial Artists with such strong Spiritual Breath.

Who is this Asian?

Yang Tian scrutinized earnestly, soon his brows furrowed: "It's you! Haven't you left yet!"