Chapter 1497: Chapter 1497

"Ha ha, he broke through during the match, what can I do about it?"

Zhao Tianhao confidently retorted with a cigar in his mouth.

"Exactly, breaking through during a martial arts contest is a very normal occurrence."

"There’s no violation; this is reasonable."

"Go Hundred-Man Slash, kill him."

Seeing Hundred-Man Slash suddenly unleash his power, the audience on site erupted once more. They no longer cared about rules, as long as they could win money.

"Kid, let’s see how arrogant you can be now."

Hundred-Man Slash rubbed his chest, glaring fiercely at Tang Ming, shielded by his Vigorous Air Shield.

"If you don’t play by the rules, don’t blame me for being rude."

Tang Ming squinted, wanting to force out Hundred-Man Slash’s true strength.

"Come on, let’s see how you plan to kick me."

Hundred-Man Slash looked at Tang Ming fearlessly, with the protection of the Vigorous Air Shield, he was already invincible.

Tang Ming stopped wasting words and quickly charged at Hundred-Man Slash, smashing a fist towards his chest.

"Good move, let’s see if I can break your arm."

Hundred-Man Slash crossed his arms in front of his chest, sneering defensively.

Tang Ming’s fist hit Hundred-Man Slash’s arm with a dull thud.

The Vigorous Air Shield around Hundred-Man Slash instantly dispersed, and his body was sent flying back, crashing into the guardrail.

In mid-air, Hundred-Man Slash’s arms had already fractured, screaming as he was bounced back to the stage floor by the railing.

"Now it’s my turn to get serious."

Tang Ming chuckled softly, suddenly rose, and stomped towards Hundred-Man Slash’s head.

Hundred-Man Slash looked in horror at the approaching sole of the foot, before he had the same move to kill Hua Yingjie, not expecting it to now turn to him.

Hundred-Man Slash was stomped to death by Tang Ming, the bloody scene igniting a series of screams.

Tang Ming shook his leg and looked playfully at the dumbfounded Zhao Tianhao.

"Damn, is this a play?"

"A newcomer actually defeated Hundred-Man Slash, ripping us off!"

Once someone realized it, they immediately cursed in anger. Losing money was just too suffocating.

Chen Cang shouted excitedly while Su Xiaoxi quickly hugged Liu Mengting and Li Xiaoli to prevent them from seeing the bloody scene.

Seeing the audience’s anger, Tang Ming looked at Zhao Tianhao and shouted: "Mr. Zhao, as per our agreement, I won this match. Are the five million prize money mine?"

Zhao Tianhao gasped, dropping his cigar onto his pants, quickly standing up to tidy himself.

"Indeed, it’s all a setup fight, ripping off our hard-earned money."

Upon hearing Tang Ming, some spectators immediately started throwing trash at Zhao Tianhao to vent their discontent.

"Everyone shut up, I lost money too, he’s spouting nonsense!"

Zhao Tianhao cursed, grabbing a microphone and shouted: "Everyone leave the venue immediately, winners collect your money, losers tough luck."

As soon as the words fell, a group of brawny guards armed with weapons appeared around the venue, driving the audience out.

Chen Cang immediately stood up, protecting Liu Mengting and the two others, while Hua Yingjie leaned towards Tang Ming, anxiously surveying the surroundings.

In a short while, the general public was driven out, leaving only Tang Ming and the others.

The system tracked bets by seat, identifying those with large wagers, so no one bothered Chen Cang and the others.

The entire venue was cleared, except for some enforcers and separated groups like Tang Ming’s, along with a pair of sunglasses-wearing individuals sitting about a hundred meters away from Chen Cang and the others.

The girl wore a simple black dress, and her face was obscured by sunglasses and a hat, while the boy wore a white tracksuit, sitting with legs crossed.

"Mr. Zhao, you left us big bettors here, are you planning on paying out the bets?"

Tang Ming smiled at Zhao Tianhao, "Chen Cang, start tallying up how much we’ve won among us.

"Alright, Su Xiaoxi, how much did you bet?"

Chen Cang immediately excitedly asked Su Xiaoxi, beginning to tally: "Ming, we’ve bet a total of nine billion."

Hearing this, the woman in sunglasses was surprised, thinking her one billion was generous, not expecting Tang Ming’s group to outbid, nine billion in total.

"Ha ha, and we contributed a billion."

The young man in the tracksuit signaled with a smile.

Tang Ming looked curiously at the duo, not expecting others to bet on his victory, and in such a large amount.

"You want money; hell, I want money from you."

Zhao Tianhao sneered, walking to the edge of the stage with shadows and a group of men, "Kid, you killed my fighter, you must compensate me ten billion, or no one leaves."

"Aren’t these underground fights life or death by rule?"

Tang Ming looked puzzled at Zhao Tianhao, "When Hundred-Man Slash tried to kill my friend, you didn’t say anything about paying for deaths? And underground fights are inherently life-or-death struggles, death is normal!"

"Nonsense! Hundred-Man Slash was a fighter I’ve heavily invested in, relied on to make money. Now that you’ve killed him, how can I let you go?"

Zhao Tianhao looked at Tang Ming with a cold sneer.

"Compensation is fine, then first count the money we’ve won."

Tang Ming smiled, speaking with mock regret, "Ten billion in principal, we’ll earn forty billion, after paying you ten billion, we’d still profit thirty billion."

"Damn it, you’re dreaming."

Zhao Tianba cursed, "Since I’ve kept you here, I never intended for you to win; I’ll take your ten billion, and you must give me an extra ten billion."

"Why, on what grounds? This is the underground fight market, not a gang, it’s too unfair."

Tang Ming stared at Zhao Tianhao with anger.

"In this world, the bigger fist is justice."

Zhao Tianhao smirked coldly, slowly raising his hand.

Immediately, a dozen fierce thugs rushed in, and eight experts surrounded the stage.

"Not only are you refusing to pay, but you’re also extorting us."

Tang Ming squinted, already testing the limits of these people.

"That’s right, it’s extortion, what can you do about it?"

Zhao Tianhao laughed, looking wickedly at Liu Mengting and the others: "I didn’t notice before that you have so many fine ladies, today, you’ll not only pay but leave those ladies for me and my brothers to enjoy, then I might consider sparing you?"

"Ha, just with these losers?"

Tang Ming disdainfully glanced around at the people.

"Kid, don’t get too cocky, these eight are all martial masters, and my personal guard Shadow is a powerful Four-star Martial Master, if you don’t want to die, you better behave."

Zhao Tianhao looked smugly at Tang Ming, assuming a posture of bullying by might.