Du Ming pulled his collar up and covered his face, so that the audience below wouldn't see him get excited again.

  After hiding his face, Du Ming squeezed into the crowd of spectators and watched the match on the boxing ring.

  Number Eighteen and Number Seven stepped up onto the boxing ring together, with Number Seven being very arrogant and making gestures with his hands, saying a lot of provocative words similar to "I'll beat you until you're crippled", while Number Eighteen remained completely silent, as if Number Seven was just air.

  The referee's whistle blew, and the game began.

  Number Seven immediately and vigorously swung his fist, striking Number Eighteen's chin with great force.

  Number Eighteen suddenly reached out and grabbed Number Seven's fist, then twisted his wrist and disarmed him.

  No. 7 let out a piercing scream, and then No. 18 kicked him in the stomach, sending No. 17 flying backward to crash into the iron cage surrounding the boxing ring, knocking himself out, and the screaming stopped abruptly.

  The audience saw Du Ming knock out his opponent too many times tonight, but after reacting for a moment, they found that it was not Du Ming on the field, and they all shouted loudly.

  "Who is this person?! How can they be so formidable?!"

  "I don't know! I've never seen it before!"

  "Let him fight with Number Twelve!"

  "Right! Number Twelve! Number Twelve!"

  The crowd suddenly shouted out the slogan of No. 12 in a somewhat disorganized manner, and everyone was looking forward to seeing these two powerful people fight each other once.

  The boxing arena would not let go of this opportunity and immediately arranged for Du Ming to take the stage on the 12th.

  Du Ming stepped onto the boxing ring, No. 18 still expressionless as he stared at Du Ming, who flashed him a somewhat provocative smile, "Hey, brother, not bad skills you've got there?"

  Number Eighteen let out a grunt.

  The audience below were shouting loudly, urging the two people to fight quickly.

  The host and referee didn't waste any more words either, with a single command, the competition began.

  This time Du Ming didn't carelessly underestimate him as he usually did. After all, this eighteenth ranked cultivator was not an ordinary person just by looking at his skills.

  The eyes of No. 18 also showed that he was very serious about his match against Du Ming.

  Neither of them made a move, circling each other for a round before No. 18 suddenly threw a quick punch at Du Ming's face.

  Du Ming dodged the punch and grabbed No. 18's arm with both hands.

  Number Eighteen reacted extremely quickly, shaking off his arm and taking advantage of Du Ming not having a firm grasp to break free from his hand, immediately changing moves and punching towards Du Ming's abdomen.

  Du Ming's arm pressed down, pressing on the 18th's arm, blocking the 18th's attack. At the same time, his other hand grasped towards the 18th's throat.

  The eighteenth move was a twist of the neck, and Du Ming's palm grasped at nothing.

  Number eighteen was blocked by Du Ming's arm, and then his arm sank down, escaping from under Du Ming's arm. He drew a semicircle with the side of his palm and chopped towards Du Ming's neck.

  Du Ming dodged nimbly and suddenly appeared on the side of No. 18, lifting his foot to kick at No. 18's waist.

  Number eighteen hastily withdrew his hand and took a step back, dodging Du Ming's attack.

  After a few exchanges, Du Ming had an idea that the strength and speed of No. 18 were absolutely trained professionally abroad, which was not bad, but still far from his own level.

  Du Ming kicked and missed, immediately retracted his leg, took a step forward, caught up with No. 18, and punched him in the chest.

  Du Ming's speed was faster than No. 18, and No. 18 didn't have time to dodge, so he could only stretch out both hands to block Du Ming's punch.

  Du Ming's fist solidly hit the palm of No. 18, making a slapping sound, and No. 18 was knocked back two steps, stumbling several times before barely managing to steady himself.

  Before No. 18 could take a defensive stance again, Du Ming had already taken two steps forward and kicked No. 18's calf with a sweeping leg kick.

  The eighteenth station stood unsteadily and was kicked down by Du Ming, falling to the ground with a thud.

  However, No. 18 reacted quickly and was about to flip over and stand up with a push of his hands on the ground.

  Du Ming didn't give him the chance, immediately using his foot to hook around No. 18's wrist, pulling him back down to the ground, and pressing down on his shoulders with one hand while raising the other hand to heavily punch the back of his head twice.

  Unexpectedly, after being punched twice by Du Ming, No. 18 did not completely pass out and let out a muffled hum, grabbing Du Ming's ankle with one hand, seemingly wanting to pull Du Ming down to the ground as well.

  Du Ming was stunned, and with a great effort he steadied his lower body, preventing himself from being really overturned by No. 18. Then he raised his fist again and struck another blow to the back of No. 18's head.

  This time Du Ming used 100% of his strength, and finally No. 18 let out a hum and fainted.

  Du Mingxin said that recently he has been fighting with some weak local hooligans, and is afraid of using too much force and accidentally killing someone. As a result, he hasn't been able to grasp the right amount of strength to use when fighting against truly skilled opponents.

  Du Ming knocked down No. 18, slowly got up, and No. 18's hand was still holding Du Ming's ankle. Du Ming shook his leg to shake off his hand and looked at the referee.

  Du Ming and Number Eighteen's exchange just now was at the most normal speed and strength for people like them, but it had already stunned the referee, who stared with wide eyes.

  Du Ming raised his hand and snapped his fingers in front of the referee's eyes. "Hey! Referee? What are you spacing out for?"

  "Ah? Ah!" The referee finally reacted and rushed over, squatting down beside No. 18 to start counting the seconds, "Ten, nine, eight..."

  Du Ming stood by with his hands clasped together, looking very leisurely, but in his heart he was constantly thinking about the origins of this No. 18.

  The audience was boiling at this time, and the battle between Du Ming and No. 18 just now was really wonderful, more exciting than watching Du Ming beat other boxers alone, everyone shouted out the numbers of the two people.

  The judge had finished reading the seconds and came to Du Ming's side, raising his hand. "The winner of this match is... Number Twelve!"

  Du Ming waved casually at the audience and walked down from the boxing ring as usual.

  Before stepping down, Du Ming took another look at No. 18, and his heart was still filled with doubts.

  Apart from the eighteenth, the rest of the boxers were not worth mentioning in Du Ming's eyes. The next few matches were also easily settled with just one or two moves, and Du Ming was getting a bit bored.

  Finally, tonight's game is over. The manager personally came to find Du Ming, handed him the money, and excitedly held his hand, saying, "You are really our cash cow! You must come more often in the future! I can give you a higher commission!"