Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 298: 230. Forever Young (10,000-word update, asking for monthly tickets!)_4

The boy’s charm was not limited to his skills and strength, it also lay in his tenacity that persisted throughout the battle.

At that moment, Qing Chen stood like a ferocious beast, not far from Miao Qifeng.

He knew his opponent still possessed the ability to counter-attack, perhaps even risking their life.

Miao Qifeng did not wail; with cold sweat on his forehead, he slowly got up, propping himself against the wire mesh, his right leg hanging useless on the ground, the knee visibly shattered.

Looking at Qing Chen covered in wounds, Miao Qifeng gave a bitter laugh, “You’re more patient than I am. I attacked so many times, but none were as deadly as this strike.”

Qing Chen didn’t say a word.

“How did you know I had previously injured my right leg?” asked Miao Qifeng.

Qing Chen still remained silent, because there was no need for idle talk inside the Octagon cage.

“I concede,” Miao Qifeng shouted, “I concede! I will leave the ring forever, never to return. Spare my life!”

Qing Chen was stunned; nobody expected this eight-year reigning Tiger Grade Boxing King to choose to end his career by conceding!

Immediately, the audience members who had bet on Qing Chen began to cheer, while those who had bet on Miao Qifeng began to curse angrily!

The losing bettors’ tickets flew into the air like rain, before drifting into the Octagon cage with the breeze.

Some people were shouting, “Kill Miao Qifeng!”

“Kill Miao Qifeng!”

The new king needed to crown himself in the old king’s blood.

But Qing Chen did not move to kill Miao Qifeng. Instead, his first reaction was to look up at the stands, as if the victory itself brought him no joy. All he wanted was to reassure his master that the opponent had conceded and he could rest easy now.

Indeed, he could start his own life now.

However, just then, as he turned his head, Miao Qifeng took advantage of this moment to suddenly pounce on him on a single leg!

It was known that there was no such thing as surrender in the Octagon cage. The winner lives; the loser dies.

Unless the loser fell and lost the ability to fight, the victor must not let go. Whether the loser could spare a life depended on the winner’s mood.

Miao Qifeng knew that with a broken leg, he couldn’t win by normal means, and he also knew that Qing Chen was a newcomer to the ring and might not be aware of this rule!

He gambled that Qing Chen would be distracted after victory, and he bet right.

This sudden twist shocked everyone. The audience, having seen Qing Chen look towards the stands, had thought the match was over, not expecting Miao Qifeng to have not given up.

Though shameless, a win was still a win if he succeeded!

At first, Miao Qifeng cheated by hiding his skill level, and then he feigned surrender. If he did not leave City 18 immediately today, his whole family might die.

However…

The moment Miao Qifeng gasped and pounced through the air, he was shocked to see Qing Chen had already turned his head to watch him, as if the boy had been waiting for him all along.

At some point, Miao Qifeng had a realization.

He knew he couldn’t win, so he feigned surrender, while the young man pretended to be careless on purpose, luring him into a reckless act.

Now, as he flew through the air, he was completely unable to change direction, like a lamb ready for slaughter.

Seeing this, Qing Chen took a small step to the right, allowing Miao Qifeng to fly past him.

The boy’s fist drew back like drawing a bow, and with a thunderous force, he smashed it once again into Miao Qifeng’s left rib, breaking the ribs and piercing the heart through the lungs.

With a thud, Miao Qifeng fell heavily to the ground, silent.

Qing Chen exhaled a breath of foul air.

This was his first kill in the Octagon cage, but not his first ever.

To the young man on a long journey ahead, Miao Qifeng was nothing more than an insignificant part of the scenery.

In the Octagon cage, the young Qing Chen stood alone, as the audience once again erupted into applause, and even those gamblers who had bet on Miao Qifeng couldn’t help but praise Qing Chen’s composure and cunning!

Uncle Li Dong was proudly watching from the stands. Seeing Qing Chen’s youthful figure, he felt thankful that the journey had helped him reminisce about the courage required to make an irreversible move.

He looked at the Octagon cage, as if he was back in his youth, just stepping onto the ring like Qing Chen.

Everything seemed like it was just yesterday, forever young.

Uncle Li Dong’s last wish before rushing toward his dreams, was fulfilled.

Old Six felt the pressure of the fingers on his shoulder finally disappear, but he still didn’t dare to turn back.

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This chapter is six thousand words.

Today’s update is twelve thousand words – I request monthly tickets!

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I started writing twelve thousand words since last night. I’ve been writing until now, feeling exhausted, exhilarated, all kinds of emotions.

Previously, I said I would add updates for every ten thousand words, but many readers felt troubled, saying isn’t that just one chapter? I can’t help but feel helpless because authors count by word numbers, and actually splitting it into chapters doesn’t mean much to us.

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