Under Sun Zhiwei's arrangement, all the procedures went smoothly.

The next day, Su Yue, wearing a pure white mask, finally appeared on the real combat arena under the name of Guangkun.

B1 is the lowest level, and the venue here is somewhat deserted; even though the tickets are cheap, very few people attend.

The fighting compensation comes from ticket sales, and for matches with little attention, fighters earn very little.

The compensation for B1 fighters is even less than a fraction of a B9 level.

But the B1 stage is just transitional.

As long as one can accumulate 10 victory points in B1, they can be promoted to the B2 level.

Of course, there's another way to increase profit sharing.

That is to have consecutive wins.

If a fighter can achieve a winning streak, it will attract more audience attention, and their value naturally increases.

This is your bargaining chip with the club.

Generally, a fighter can get a 10% share of the ticket sales.

However, for those on a winning streak, they can calmly negotiate a price increase.

12%, 15%, 18%, 20%

Some fighters with high winning streaks, like Bai Zhao, the club's hottest fighter currently, can get a 25% share.

Flower Bear just advanced to B9, but he did so by accumulating points, not winning streaks, and at the B9 stage, Flower Bear is not a popular fighter, so his share is 15%.

...

The cold and quiet fighting arena has only one referee and two dozy commentators. It's obvious that the commentators are interns from a broadcast school, probably unpaid.

In the audience, there are barely a dozen people, mostly young, likely because they can't afford high-tier match tickets, coming to experience the event.

Su Yue observed, and sure enough, on the T-shirts of three spectators, there was a printed 'Combat City Three-Day Tour' promotional design.

No doubt about it.

A group tour, watching a fighting event should be part of the attractions.

"Now let's welcome the red corner fighter: Guangkun... to the stage!"

No cheers, no shouts.

Next to the sparse arena, it's just Su Yue and his opponent, along with the opponent's assistant.

That's right.

Su Yue is all alone, without even an assistant.

"Let's welcome the blue corner fighter: Big Wolf... to the stage."

The bored announcer intern declared.

Clang!

The match begins.

Su Yue's feet parted and his body leaned slightly forward; it's the instinct from all his sparring practice recently.

This stance enables him to evade the opponent's attacks the quickest.

The opponent is a first-grade Martial Artist, a bald man in his thirties, a bit chubby, and very short, about 1.5 meters tall.

"Guangkun?"

Big Wolf sneered contemptuously.

"Pardon my offense."

Su Yue nodded.

"I'm going to break your mask with three punches and make you kneel and call me daddy."

Big Wolf cracked his knuckles loudly with his hands.

"Big Wolf, you're the best."

Big Wolf's assistant, a middle-aged woman with heavy makeup, exaggeratedly shouted, like a never-wilting old flower.

"Jing Lian, don't worry, I can beat him to death in three minutes."

Big Wolf raised his arm, looking even more disdainful.

Su Yue took a deep breath, his eyes not daring to move.

Big Wolf wasn't kidding; both sides had already signed a waiver before taking the stage.

Although there's a referee, if Big Wolf accidentally killed him, it's considered normal.

His head was metaphorically on the executioner's block; how could Su Yue dare to be careless?

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Big Wolf didn't rush to attack; he threw straight punches, hooks, uppercuts one after another, creating air-piercing sounds.

"Big Wolf, you're so handsome."

Jing Lian yelled even more shrilly.

That's right.

Big Wolf was showing off his skills; he had already accumulated seven victory points, easily defeating a greenhorn on the stage for the first time.

And Su Yue was puzzled.

Where's the Gang Qi on your fists?

You've been showing off there for so long, why isn't there any Gang Qi swirling around your fists?

Is this a ploy to make me drop my guard?

What a terrifying opponent.

Not only strong but also cunning.

Su Yue felt more heavy-hearted, putting his defenses at the maximum, afraid of being caught in any slip.

Cunning.

Big Wolf is really too cunning.

He started performing chain kicks with leaps and bounds.

Everyone knows chain kicks are slow to retract, with the most weaknesses.

That's right.

The opponent must be luring him to make a move, intentionally showing countless feints.

Su Yue's palms were sweaty.

The combat arena is even more dangerous than he imagined.

"Greenhorn, with this punch, I'll turn your head into watermelon pulp."

Here it comes.

Su Yue's pupils shrunk suddenly.

In his eyes, Big Wolf showed over 30 weaknesses, yet he still used a flashy and easily countered high-flying kick aimed at Su Yue's face.

As for Gang Qi, Su Yue still hadn't seen any trace of it.

Dodge!

There wasn't any difficulty; Su Yue grounded his feet, slightly shifted his body, and easily dodged the kick.

"Huh? So, you've got some skill."

Big Wolf sneered contemptuously, then went for a straight punch.

Sweat dripped from Su Yue's forehead.

Lure.

This punch from Big Wolf still had many flaws.

He's luring me to attack, so he can find my weakness and defeat me in one move.

What a terrifying mindset.

Su Yue was all tense, drenched in sweat.

Dodge!

Su Yue didn't dare to strike lightly, only continued to evade.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Afterwards, Big Wolf threw over twenty punches, yet Su Yue dodged them all, and Big Wolf couldn't land a single blow on him.

"Kid, if you have guts, stop running."

Big Wolf gasped for breath, angrily pointing at Su Yue and cursing.

Hmm?

Still playing weak!

Hmph.

With my intelligence as Su Yue, would I drop my guard?

Cunning Big Wolf, you just want to find my weakness.

...

On the commentary desk.

The two commentators were dozing off, peeling oranges to refresh with their sour aroma.

The referee next to the ring was bored; this truly was a boring match.

Several spectators in the stands were also frustrated as to why the fighter named Guangkun wasn't fighting back.

...

After a few more moves.

Su Yue finally couldn't hold back; he felt he shouldn't be too cautious.

Even if his weakness was exposed, he should try to counterattack.

This time, he didn't use Gang Qi.

It was to quickly retract his move and preserve Qi Blood.

Big Wolf flew into a rage.

He swung wide and heavily, once more punching towards Su Yue's face.

This time, Su Yue didn't dodge.

His body shifted slightly, evading Big Wolf's punch.

At the same time.

Su Yue caught an opening, striking Big Wolf's face fiercely with his elbow.

Bam!

Even without Gang Qi, this strike had 20 cards of Qi Blood strength.

Big Wolf was actually sent flying, landing heavily at the edge of the ring.

"You... you..."

Big Wolf stood up covering his mouth, looking at Su Yue in disbelief, missing two of his front teeth.

Huh?

He didn't use a Vigorous Fist to counter me?

Su Yue was puzzled over and over.

"I'll kill you."

Big Wolf, holding his front teeth in his palm, charged hysterically.

Su Yue used the same tactic.

He dodged in place, then transformed his fist into a palm, slapping the back of Big Wolf's head directly.

Smack!

Big Wolf fell down solidly, flailing his arms and legs like a fleshy spider.

Feigning death?

Su Yue calmed his mind, even more cautious.

"Alright, Big Wolf is unconscious, Guangkun wins.

"Fighting at B1 is so laborious and time-wasting."

However, before Su Yue recovered his senses, the referee already dragged the unconscious Big Wolf away.

Su Yue was left alone, bewildered in the arena.

Was all my caution for nothing?

Even a lion puts all its effort into catching a rabbit.

I'm cautious, not foolish.

Yes, I'm just being cautious.

Su Yue shook his head.

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