Chapter 113: Crazy Bull

Kume Nansho’s request was unusual, but as it came from the instructor, he naturally followed it obediently.

Another round of fights took place on the boxing ring.

Amid the roars of countless spectators, two fighters appeared inside the cage enclosed by wire mesh.

The first to step out was a tall white fighter. His gaze was icy, his stance steady, and his expression sharp. He was not only towering but also exceptionally muscular.

With his thick chest puffed out, the white fighter resembled a marble statue. Standing before the other, much younger fighter, he looked like a solid wall.

The contrast between the two was stark. Even this young fighter’s face visibly stiffened.

“Begin!”

At the command, the two unleashed a fierce brawl. Within half a minute, the young fighter took a punch to the forehead. Then came a storm of blows that sent him crashing into the wire mesh.

There were no referees in cage fights. After the fighter fell, the entire audience erupted in excited, rhythmic countdown chants.

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six… three, two, one, zero!

Amid wild, cheering screams, the white fighter raised both hands high, showcasing his victory.

” ‘Crazy Bull’ Jack! ”

Facing the crowd’s frenzy, the white fighter placed his right hand over his chest and his left hand behind his waist. Then he bowed deeply to the audience like a gentleman.

His gesture unleashed another tidal wave of noise throughout the stadium.

Underground fights were events centered around “performance.” The bloodlust and excitement craved by the audience stemmed directly from this.

These bouts were also closely tied to gambling. While a few were solely focused on the fights, many others seized the chance to analyze and bet on the outcomes.

Nearby betting windows closed. Some groaned in despair while others pocketed hefty wins.

Suddenly, the stadium lights dimmed. The chaotic noise from the surrounding stands instantly dropped a notch. Everyone sensed a change in the air.

With a blast of heavy metal-style music, the host’s voice boomed over the speakers.

” Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the arena of ‘death,’ ‘blood,’ and ‘madness’! ”

The speakers’ volume amplified.

” This is a theme park of carnage! As always, Crazy Bull Jack delivered a night of ferocious combat. With this latest victory, he’s now claimed ten straight championships here! ”

The energy on the platform was nearing its peak. After a brief lull, frenzied roars and whistles exploded throughout the arena, generating even louder noise.

” Ten championships! A ten-time king! He is the undisputed ruler of this gladiatorial world! Show your respect for the king! ”

The audience leapt to their feet, chanting “Jack!” over and over.

” Next, we have an interesting segment: a challenge match! We will invite one brave volunteer to face our king—the arena’s one and only ‘Beast King’—in a friendly clash! ”

The music surged again. Stage lights shifted wildly. Several spotlights converged on the ring, highlighting Jack in the center.

” Yes! A ‘friendly’ contest! Who will dare step up to challenge our undefeated ‘Crazy Bull Jack’? ”

Forced by Kume Nansho’s demand, Fang Jing had no choice. He raised his hand, pushed through the crowd, and headed straight for the cage.

” Fantastic! We have a volunteer! This is just thrilling! ”

The host lifted one arm dramatically. ” What a bold challenger! He looks surprisingly young! He demands to enter the death cage! To battle Crazy Bull Jack! Where does such courage to fight this arena’s fiercest beast come from— ”

Clang! A small gate on the cage swung open. Fang Jing slipped inside.

Once on the platform, he tore off his outer shirt, revealing only a black vest.

At this moment, the previously tense atmosphere began to ripple with unrest.

” Hey! That’s not one of our plants! ”

The host muted his microphone, urgently whispering to his handler about what to do next.

These challenge matches were mainly for boosting the spectacle. Apart from a few madmen, few volunteered to join. Essentially, they were fixed exhibitions—carefully staged with fake challengers to ignite the crowd.

” Relax. The audience will love it. Let him go. The ‘Crazy Bull’ can handle it. ”

The handler grinned. ” Idiots volunteering are rare treats. Quickly hype this up! Our paying guests crave fresh ‘entertainment.’ ”

Someone signaled the bewildered “Crazy Bull Jack” from the stands. The white fighter gave a slight nod, showing he understood.

” Can this even count as a battle? Is this kid just seeking suicide onstage? He chose the wrong venue! Here, he’ll taste a darkness worse than death… Let’s welcome our newcomer! ”

The crowd blinked in surprise. Then, they shrugged and gave both fighters roaring cheers—or mocking whistles.

. . .

Inside the cage, the figure known as “Crazy Bull Jack” beamed a dim-witted smile as Fang Jing entered.

He stretched out a hand for a friendly shake.

The two stood facing each other on the platform.

” Heh! G’day! Yellow monkey, ” Jack said, towering a full head taller than Fang Jing. His muscles bulged like forged iron. A roaring bull tattooed his back. His Japanese was butchered, but Fang Jing caught the gist.

Jack lowered his voice, keeping his expression heroically kind. ” I gotta thank this rotten country! Tons o’ sluts here—lining up for my fun! Then there’s fools like you… lined up just to kiss my fists! Biggest rush? The harder I pound ’em… the fatter my stacks get. ”

” Crazy Bull Jack shakes hands with our suicide volunteer! Shockingly gentle behavior from our savage Beast King! Heaven! Will he also show mercy in the fight? ”

The host spewed nonsense again. But the audience seemed intrigued.

” Smash him! Bust him wide! ”

” Ha! Punk thinks he can challenge Crazy Bull Jack! ”

” End him, Jack! ”

” Crack his teeth out! ”

” Kick his balls off! ”

Rude screams exploded from around the cage. Onlookers punched the wire mesh with their fists.

” . . . ”

Fang Jing stood unmoving beneath the blinding spotlights in the ring’s center. He slowly swept his gaze across every spectator stand.

The audience’s madness seemed to pump heat into the enclosed space.

” Yellow monkey! Start when ready! ”

Crazy Bull Jack planted his hands on his knees, mimicking a sumo wrestler’s stance.

He cracked his neck, grinning. ” Come! Don’t just stand there! Need to wet your pants first? ”

Fang Jing finally turned his attention back. Calmly, he parted his lips. His words—crisp and powerful English—echoed under the lights.

” Trash. You have three seconds! One… two… ”

His thigh muscles burst into action like snapped bowstrings. Propelled by his powerful legs, his fist shot out like lightning.

No need for “three.” His fist ended this joke of a fight before the number left his lips.

Jack stood dumbfounded. No chance to react or block. His entire body flew back as if yanked by wires.

Crash! He slammed into the wire mesh.

Consciousness snapped like a cut wire.

The stands fell silent. Every roaring face froze.

This wasn’t the funny scene they expected. How could Crazy Bull Jack lose… to some scrawny nobody?

Impossible!