Chapter 130: The Underground Fight (Thanks to the New Alliance Leader RC Mu Mei Xiao Yu for the Support) Fang Senyan asked in surprise: "Who hurt him? Your village has so many Muay Thai masters, and Master Apile is presiding. Which lunatic would come to this place to seek death?

How could such a thing happen, unless the government deployed the army?" Naizhu shook his head and said: "The people who came were Master Shama's group... He has considerable influence in the underground fighting circuit in Chiang Mai now. This time, he brought gunmen and forced our people to participate in illegal underground matches!

Master Apile refused, so Master Shama challenged him to a contest, claiming no one in the village could defeat his disciples! If we lost, all our fighters would have to follow his orders." Fang Senyan pondered for a moment and then said: "So you guys are completely outmatched?" Naizhu nodded sadly. Fang Senyan snorted a cold laugh: "If the people he brought were that strong, why would he need to resort to forcing you into underground fights?

Clearly, he's just taking advantage of the fact that you don't know about something called performance-enhancing drugs." At this moment, Fang Senyan released his seal, clenched his fists, and an overwhelming surge of power immediately flooded his body like a tide. He jumped off the bed, stood up, and smiled: "Since you've shown me kindness, consider this my way of repaying the debt today." With that, he pushed open the door and walked out. Naizhu called out "Eh," but realized that this man called 'Sailor' was different from usual.

As his feet pressed against the ground, there was a sense of being deeply rooted in the earth. Moreover, he was like an iceberg drifting in the deep Arctic Ocean—at first glance, he stood majestically, exuding boundless presence, but beneath the endless seawater lay a colossal mass!! It was noon.

Fang Senyan strode out of his hut and saw a crowd gathered around the clearing usually used for Muay Thai practice in the village. Master Apile and Gu Cai stood on the ground, their faces ashen, next to a few disciples with broken limbs. Across from them, a chair was set up, upon which sat a middle-aged man in a military uniform, leaning back with an air of authority.

This man had extremely thick eyebrows; his bald, egg-like head was utterly smooth, shining brightly in the sun. The combination of his brows, eyes, and features gave off a fierce impression. Behind this man stood five Muay Thai fighters, their bodies covered in scars, radiating an intense, chilling killing intent.

On the perimeter of the clearing, about twenty to thirty soldiers carrying live ammunition formed a curved line, surrounding everyone in the village. Their black muzzles were pointed directly at the villagers. At this moment, Naizhu had rushed out and anxiously grabbed Fang Senyan: "Don't go over there!

That is Master Shama; his influence has swelled tremendously. If you go over and he takes a slight disliking to you, you might just be beaten to death!" Fang Senyan smiled, but answered evasively: "I feel a little cold. Could you find me an overcoat?" Naizhu opened his mouth in astonishment: "Cold?" Thailand was scorchingly hot, with temperatures remaining above twenty degrees Celsius year-round, and it was currently summer.

However, Naizhu assumed Fang Senyan was weak from his recent collapse and found him a jacket similar to a Zhongshan suit. Fang Senyan put it on, moved around a bit, found it quite loose, smiled at Naizhu, and continued to watch the scene unfolding. The one currently fighting in the ring was Cai Ba.

He had regretted defeating Fang Senyan intensely and had been in secluded training for the past two days—which was essentially fasting and meditating in a dark room as penance. Therefore, upon hearing that someone had come to issue a challenge, he had rushed out of seclusion to eat, drink, and change clothes to restore his stamina, making him the last to enter the ring. Cai Ba was arguably the strongest fighter in the village.

Shama had brought six Muay Thai fighters, but only deployed two to thoroughly sweep aside the majority of the village's boxers. Furthermore, because Shama’s two fighters were rotating to gain rest time, they remained undefeated. Strictly speaking, Shama was targeting this village precisely because he was short on manpower.

The casualty rate in the underground fighting circuit was astonishing. The reason two men could achieve a sweeping victory was rather straightforward: Firstly, these two Muay Thai fighters were seasoned and had seen bloodshed. Secondly, they were both injected with performance-enhancing drugs.

Lastly, and most crucially, a group of soldiers with live ammunition were scattered around the perimeter of the fighting arena, aiming their weapons as soon as the inner circle engaged! With the black muzzles aimed, ordinary people would feel their spines tingle just standing still, and the faint-hearted might even collapse, their minds consumed with thoughts of whether the soldiers would fire or if the guns might accidentally discharge—all while needing to fight an enemy who was experienced and ruthless! Thus, under such circumstances, the duel was an extreme test of psychological fortitude!

In a contest decided this way, it was far from fair! Master Apile’s boxers were all still in training and had never witnessed such a scene; they could only utilize five or six-tenths of their true ability. With this disparity, how could they possibly win?

The Muay Thai fighter immediately unleashed a storm of ferocious attacks, clearly aiming for a swift victory, pushing Cai Ba into repeated retreats. However, Cai Ba was Master Apile's prized disciple and essentially the village's top master. Furthermore, he was young and strong, so although momentarily suppressed, he managed to remain undefeated.

And Muay Thai is a martial art that consumes immense stamina, relying on explosive attacks to wound the opponent. After a continuous barrage of lunges, the fighter sent by Shama, who had already fought two or three rounds prior, began to show signs of exhaustion. Cai Ba was the type of person who easily got into the zone when fighting.

Spotting an opening, he surged forward and executed a perfect shoulder throw, sending the opponent flying. He then took a few steps for momentum and followed up with a front somersault knee strike, severely injuring the Muay Thai fighter! Cai Ba then surprisingly hit his stride, defeating three consecutive opponents!

Master Apile and Gu Cai finally let out a sigh of relief. Cai Ba stepping up now and fighting until this point was extremely gratifying. Cai Ba fought with increasing vigor, and just as he was overwhelming Shama's fourth fighter—the surrounding soldiers seemed to receive an order and simultaneously pulled their triggers!

The harsh crackle of gunfire immediately erupted. Even though Cai Ba was fired up from the fight, he couldn't help but be startled by the ear-splitting noise. He momentarily wondered if Shama was enraged and shooting at him!

He instinctively performed a defensive roll and evasion maneuver. After all, the Muay Thai fighters were only accustomed to the close-quarters 'cold war' of striking flesh, not seasoned veterans of actual combat! But at that moment, the Muay Thai fighter Cai Ba had been completely suppressing let out a sinister grin.

He seized the weakness exposed when Cai Ba rolled and unleashed a charging step into a turning kick! The charging step combined with a turning kick was a mandatory technique for every Muay Thai fighter, possessing great power and lethal force. The wooden staffs Fang Senyan had practiced kicking were indirectly training this very move!

It was rumored that the turning kicks of some powerful Muay Thai fighters could even snap wooden utility poles (the wooden variety)!! While this claim might be an exaggeration, it illustrated the technique's immense power. Cai Ba's advantage abruptly reversed into a disadvantage.

His eyes wide open, he could only raise his arm to squarely absorb the kick. His face instantly turned pale. But just as he sprang up from the ground preparing to counterattack, the gunfire sounded again!

A searing bullet whizzed past his face! No matter how formidable Cai Ba was, he could not withstand the terror of impending death. He instinctively recoiled backward.

In that instant, the Muay Thai fighter charged forward, driving both knees upward in mid-air. Cai Ba's ribs were likely shattered in five or six places, and he was brutally driven back five or six meters! Cai Ba sprayed a stream of blood mid-air, landed heavily on the ground, rolled a few times, and then fell unconscious, his eyes tightly shut.

Shama licked his lips, took a sip from a nearby coconut, and narrowed his eyes slightly. He was clearly satisfied with Cai Ba's skill. Here, he could inject his fighters with stimulants and surround the arena with soldiers.

But in the legitimate underground fighting rings, he absolutely could not do such things; the big figures there could crush him as easily as crushing an ant! Therefore, if Cai Ba could be taken back and nurtured, he would undoubtedly become Shama’s trump card, earning him vast sums of money! Moreover, Shama had set his sights on several other highly talented disciples under Master Apile; he wouldn't have to worry about manpower shortages for a very long time.

Thinking of this, Shama threw his head back and laughed heartily, slapped his thighs, and stood up. He turned to Master Apile and Gu Cai with a sinister tone: "You lost. Isn't there anyone else willing to step up?" Gu Cai angrily stepped forward: "You are despicable, using such shameless tactics—how can you call that a victory?" Who knew that as soon as Gu Cai’s voice fell, there was a sharp pa in his ear, his vision blurred, and when he reached up to touch his face, he realized the glasses he was wearing had been shot off by a bullet!

Shards of glass sprayed everywhere, slicing several shallow cuts across Gu Cai’s face, instantly causing blood to stream down! Shama said lazily: "Young people speak and act too impulsively. Be careful you don't end up dead before you know how.

I promised them a duel, and no one else would touch a hair on your men—I always keep my word! Gu Cai, you are also a man of experience. Have I touched any of your people?

It’s just that your men were too cowardly, turning into puddles of fear at the sound of gunfire; their training is lacking. Are my men deaf that they can't hear the gunshots?"