Just like last time, Du Ming ignored everyone's ridicule and leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes to rest, completely ignoring what everyone was discussing about him.

  This time Du Ming's number plate was still twelve, and the person next to him with the sixteen-number plate seemed to be very dissatisfied. He wasn't here last time, but he had also heard that a legendary figure had emerged from this place before.

  "Number 16 sneered and said, 'One person beat up a dozen or so people? I don't believe it! It's just an exaggeration! This time, if I'm matched against him, I'll definitely give him a good beating to let everyone know he's actually not that capable!"

  Du Ming still leaned back in his seat, as if he hadn't heard those words at all.

  At this time, the door of the rest room was pushed open and a staff member's head came in, shouting "Next game ready, number 12 versus number 16!"

  Everyone's eyes fell on Du Ming, and he slowly got up, adjusted his clothes, smiled at No. 16, and walked out.

  Number Sixteen took Du Ming's glance as a provocation, and angrily followed him out, waving his fist at the door, "What legendary contestant? Wait and see how I'll knock you down, then you'll know my strength!"

  Du Ming smiled slightly and ignored Number Sixteen, walking with the staff to the side of the boxing ring.

  At this time, the players on the field were No. 23 and No. 19. No. 19 had already suppressed No. 23 and quickly knocked No. 23 to the ground, ending the match.

  Someone rushed onto the boxing ring and dragged No. 23 down, the referee announced the victory of No. 19, the host excitedly ran to the center of the boxing ring, holding a microphone and shouting loudly, "Ladies and gentlemen! The exciting moment has arrived! The legendary player who everyone has been expecting for a long time is here again today! Please welcome him with applause!"

  The whole audience was excited and cheered loudly, shouting and screaming, asking Du Ming to come on stage.

  Du Ming still walked onto the boxing ring with a very leisurely attitude, as if he was going to watch someone else's match.

  Number Sixteen heard the host's introduction, which didn't mention himself at all, as if he was just a prop for Du Ming to take the stage. Feeling very displeased, he jumped onto the boxing ring with great force, flexing his limbs and preparing to give Du Ming a good thrashing to prove his own strength.

  Du Ming stood on the boxing ring facing No. 16, and the referee asked if both of them were ready.

  Du Ming nodded casually and Number Sixteen also shouted loudly, "Of course! I can't wait!"

  The referee raised his hand high and shouted, "Game on!"

  As soon as the judge's voice fell, No. 16 immediately pounced on Du Ming, and with a raise of his eyes, a punch landed squarely on No. 16's face.

  Number sixteen cried out and fainted, falling to the ground.

  The audience under the stage hadn't even seen clearly, and No. 16 had already lost. Some people shouted loudly, "Hey! What just happened? I didn't see it!"

  "This...". The judge looked at Du Ming, and Du Ming helplessly spread his hands. "Or should I call this guy up again and hit him once more? This time I'll slow down my speed so everyone can see clearly."

  The referee said, "One more punch and he's dead! Hurry up and shake your head," "No need, I declare the champion of this match is... Number Twelve!"

  The referee held up Du Ming's hand, and although the audience below saw that Du Ming had knocked out his opponent with one punch, which was very impressive, there were also many people who shouted in dissatisfaction, "The match is too short! It's not enough!"

  "Alright! This time, let's have a one-on-one showdown with over ten people!"

  Du Ming stepped down from the boxing ring amidst people's cheers.

  This time, Du Ming didn't need to drag out the match like last time, and no one could help him make money by betting on him either. He naturally didn't have the leisure to play with these boxers, and he directly defeated his opponents in every round to prove his strength to the people below.

  After this game, those who had not come to the lounge last time and were very skeptical of Du Ming's legend did not dare to question Du Ming again. Seeing him enter the lounge again, they all became silent, quietly observing Du Ming in a low voice, and dared not discuss anything about him anymore.

  The boxing ring soon arranged Du Ming's second match, this time Du Ming's opponent was No. 21, who had been beaten by Du Ming last time and looked like he wanted to surrender as soon as he got on the stage.

  As soon as the referee shouted "start", No. 21 immediately made a defensive posture, always on guard against Du Ming's attack.

  However, just as Number Twenty-One raised his head, Du Ming suddenly vanished into thin air.

  Twenty-one still didn't understand how Du Ming disappeared, and the back of his head suddenly felt cool, stars flashing before his eyes, and he fell directly to the ground.

  Du Ming turned his wrist behind No. 21's back and said casually, "Tsk, this guy's head is quite hard."

  Du Ming stepped down from the boxing ring once again amidst applause and indistinct complaints from the audience.

  That night, in order to satisfy the audience's demand, the boxing arena kept arranging for Du Ming to go on stage and compete. Du Ming did not disappoint everyone's expectations, constantly knocking out his opponents with a single move. In the end, it was basically equivalent to being eliminated for the boxers who had not yet gone on stage if they drew Du Ming.

  About seven or eight games in, the door to the rest room opened and a sturdy man walked in. He had a stern expression on his face, with a scar above his right eyebrow, and was wearing a name tag that read "18".

  As soon as the man walked into the rest room, he glanced at Du Ming, his eyes seeming to show that he was very interested in Du Ming. Then, without saying anything, he quietly sat down beside Du Ming.

  Du Ming furrowed his brow, the temperament that this man's body and eyes revealed was very familiar to him, a temperament that he could only feel when he was abroad in those years. This person must have been abroad before!

  Du Ming's eyes turned cold. This person shouldn't be as easy to deal with as an ordinary boxer, and now he still didn't know his background or purpose, so he had to be on guard.

  Not long after that, the door of the rest room was opened again. The staff member stuck his head in and shouted, "Next game, number eighteen versus number seven! Contestants, please get ready quickly!"

  Number Seven let out a breath of relief when he found out his opponent wasn't Number Twelve Dou Ming, stood up and made a provocative gesture to Number Eighteen before walking out of the rest room.

  Number eighteen didn't say a word, silently stood up and also walked out of the rest room.

  Du Ming turned his eyes around and stood up, following them out together.

  After all, this No. 18 is from abroad, Du Ming decided to watch one of his games first and test the waters before making a decision.