I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2077 - 1341: Inside the Octagonal Cage

Inside the octagonal cage.

An alluring female announcer held the signboard, donning stilettos as she sauntered with feline grace across the combat platform.

Her outfit of leather top and shorts exposed her smooth legs and toned belly, offering a captivating cool vibe.

The pair of fighters ready to clash in a deadly bout performed basic stretches on either end of the octagonal enclosure.

Exactly.

A battle where death hangs in the balance.

Unlike typical underground fights, these warriors had signed a binding waiver for life and death prior to stepping in.

This setup determines not just victory but survival itself.

Wagering your existence naturally fuels intense drive.

The base reward for this bout stands at fifty thousand dollars in US currency.

Yet slaying your rival multiplies the payout by ten, skyrocketing it to five million US dollars!

Perishing for riches mirrors beasts hunting for sustenance.

Such stakes drew in the ex-guard from the South Korean president's detail, famed as an expert in close-quarters defense.

Facing off against a one-time presidential protector for a massive reward wasn't for novices; his rival was no ordinary foe either, the Boxing King Xu Kuan hailing from Korea's combat scene, who rose to prominence in recent years, versed in multiple fighting forms with a preference for Muay Thai, infamous for his savage and ruthless approach that inflicted lasting injuries and mental scars on numerous adversaries.

True prowess is essential for entry.

Simply put, massive rewards demand real capability; they don't drop from the heavens.

Given the lethal stakes and the fame of both fighters, a crowd of affluent spectators gathered to view the action live.

Wool is sheared from the sheep itself.

The event hosts were sure to profit.

Society operates this way: the elite toss cash from the sidelines, as the underprivileged battle fiercely in the spotlight.

"Dang..."

The sharp drumbeat echoed clearly.

The contest kicked off for real.

The duo shared Asian roots, with average statures, lacking the height and bulk of Europeans, yet their presence commanded equal attention.

Everyone understands, even sans fighting knowledge, that sheer size doesn't guarantee dominance in combat.

Take those massive weightlifters with Popeye-like biceps who lumber like apes—their steroid-fueled, sweat-earned physiques often serve as mere show; in a real scrap on the streets, everyday folks could drop them swiftly.

The thrill of a deathmatch needs no explanation; right from the start, without testing jabs, the combatants closed in fast, unleashing powerful, savage blows straight for one another's skulls.

Far more stirring than a striptease, the octagon unfolding live ignited men's primal urges.

Particularly among the moneyed elite.

Females are summoned and dismissed at whim, endless as playthings.

Within a private chamber in the venue, shielded from external clamor, a huge display broadcast the octagon's action in vivid detail from every perspective.

As the only viewer, Boss Jiang lifted his iced tea from the nearby table.

The atmosphere in the octagon grew oppressively thick, the ex-Korean guard displayed impressive quickness, following a short break, he struck first with bold ferocity, delivering a sharp jab toward his foe's visage.

Through endless bouts, Boxing King Xiang Xing had forged his power; he dodged sideways to evade the strike, then retaliated with a brutal hook to the enemy's side, the Korean guard swiftly guarded, using his forearms to deflect, sparking a fierce exchange of blows where only the fighters could comprehend the raw intensity.

No quarter given, fists thudding into bodies, Boxing King Xiang Xing spotted a gap in the rival's guard and unleashed a swift uppercut, potent and rapid, slamming into the foe's jaw, sending the Korean guard's head whipping backward as crimson erupted from his lips, specks flying wildly through the air.

The flow of blood marked only the start.

Wounded but undeterred, the former Korean guard unleashed a savage onslaught, unleashing a torrent of combo strikes like raging tempests upon his adversary, determined to seize the huge reward.

Hard to say if he exerted such vigor during his presidential protection shifts in Korea.

Likely not.

Protecting the leader was, after all, just employment.

How could a paycheck match the allure of hundreds of thousands in US dollars?

Routine duties, no life on the line.

Drawing on vast battle know-how, Boxing King Xiang Xing promptly crossed his arms over his head to lessen damage from the enemy's wild flurry, while steadily hunting for a counter chance.

At last, the moment arrived.

Without delay, he dropped low abruptly, pouring every ounce of force into a right-hand smash that landed firm on the opponent's midsection.

The ex-Korean guard stumbled back unsteadily.

The fight was building toward a fever pitch, injuries mounting on both warriors inside the octagon yet neither showed retreat, professionals in this arena boasted unbreakable mental fortitude across the board, whether splits at the nose, brows, or temples, they ignored it all, numb to agony, drenched in sweat amid the gory fray.

Regular folks would long since be writhing on the ground in torment.

Despite the deathmatch label, rules prevented total chaos; in principle, no ref should be required since eliminating the foe was paramount, but if they clinched up, the official would step in immediately to pull them apart.

When stacked against Liao Xiangdong's illicit fight club, this setup fell short.

"Mr. Jiang."

The entrance swung open, a figure entered and positioned himself nearby.

"Who do you think will win?"

"Xiang Xing."

Xu Kuan stared at the monitor, replying instantly without pause.

Serving as a presidential guard doesn't equate to being unbeatable; though they traded hits in a gory stalemate for now, from a watcher's view, the ex-Korean guard held the shorter end, a vivid cut at his right eye socket oozing blood nonstop, likely leaving that vision hazy already.