Chapter 917: Fate

After Yang Chen entered the field of competition, he was a little dumbfounded. The entire field of fifth-class boxers was less than 20 square meters, and there was not even a decent ring.
Yang Chen glanced, not to mention that there was not a single spectator in this competition venue, even the staff were sitting on chairs, drowsy.
There were no lights in the room, and it was so dark. People who didn't know thought it was the ghost market boxing ground that was going to close down.
Seeing this scene, Yang Chen couldn't help but laughed bitterly: "Nima, this fifth-class arena is too shabby, right? Is this still a boxing venue?"
But Yang Chen didn't think too much. After shook his head, he walked in front of the staff, threw his bronze medal on the table, and said, "Hello, I'm here to participate in the competition."
It seemed that he was taken aback by Yang Chen. The staff almost jumped up. It took a long time to come back to his senses. He fixedly looked at Yang Chen and said, "Who are you? What's the matter?"
"I'm here to participate in the competition." Yang Chen said.
"Participate in the competition?"
The man was stunned for a while, and then he was a little unimaginable. He was not sure about asking again: "Are you sure you are here to participate in the competition?"
"of course!"
Hearing Yang Chen's words, the man looked a little embarrassed, coughed lightly, and said, "I see, since that's the case, please sit here and rest for a while!"
Yang Chen was stunned, and said, "Why, didn't I come to participate in the competition? Why did you let me rest?"
"That's right, but normally no one has signed up for this fifth-class competition. In the past two weeks, you are the first to sign up for the fifth-class competition!" Speaking of this, the person's face is also a little different Naturally, I felt a little contemptuous in my heart. There are still people participating in fifth-class competitions these years?
Hearing this person's words, Yang Chen's face suddenly turned black.
No one participated in the fifth-class competition for half a month...
"That means that if no one has signed up, I will never be able to compete?" Yang Chen asked silently.
"Ah, that's what it means." The man nodded.
Nima!
Hearing this, Yang Chen almost slammed to death on the table. This fifth-class match is too unpopular, right? Didn't register for half a month? This is how weak is it to reach such a strange situation?
But when Yang Chen was about to cry without tears...
"Excuse me, is this the venue for the fifth-class competition?" A clear voice suddenly rang.
Yang Chen was taken aback for a while, tilted his head to look, and saw a figure standing at the door, smiling and looking at the two people in the room. And the moment she saw Yang Chen, that beautiful face showed a hint of astonishment.
"Huh? Is it you?" The girl said in surprise.
"It's you again?" Yang Chen smiled bitterly.
This girl is one of those two girls, the ponytail girl.
"Wow!" The girl ran over as if she had discovered the New World, and said curiously: "We are so predestined, right? You can meet wherever you go? You won't have a crush on me, then Follow me secretly?"
Speaking of this, the girl's face suddenly flew with a touch of red, and she said shyly: "Although...Although you are good-looking, I am not a random ghost, is it too fast? After all, we just met one day..."
Yang Chen rolled his eyes and quickly interrupted her nonsense, and said, "Girl, are you here to participate in the fifth-class competition?"
The question he is most concerned about now is whether this girl is here to participate in the competition. He doesn't want to really spend half a month here.
"Yeah!"
The girl nodded and said, "Are you also here to participate in the fifth-class competition?"
"That's right." Yang Chen smiled bitterly, and when he was relieved, he was a little emotional: "Girl, it seems that we are really fate. Not only did we meet several times in a day, but we also became opponents."
"Don't call me a girl, you call me Xiaorou!" The girl patted Yang Chen on the shoulder and said, "But since you are my opponent, let me go. I won't be merciful. !"
Xiaorou said, just gestured to Yang Chen, and said fiercely. It's just that her fierce appearance, coupled with her cute face, makes people not scared at all, but she has a cute feeling.
"Well, in that case, Miss Xiaorou, how offended it is!" Yang Chen clasped his fists.
The voice just fell!
Xiao Rou just rushed over, her slender legs swept towards Yang Chen, brought a gust of fragrant wind whizzing past, and directly kicked Yang Chen's head.
Yang Chen tilted his head slightly, just to escape the blow.
The blow failed, Xiaorou's face changed slightly, she retracted her leg whip, then raised her fist and slammed it directly at Yang Chen's door.
"Hey, take my punch!" Xiaorou said with a smile.
Yang Chen raised his hand, grabbed her fist easily, and then pulled it back. Xiaorou's center of gravity was unstable, and Yang Chen brought her whole body over, leaning forward, almost falling to the ground.
"Hey!"
Seeing that she was about to fall, Xiaorou's face turned pale with fright.
Yang Chen quickly supported her and smiled bitterly: "Little Rou, are you okay?"
"Oh, don't fight anymore! You are too powerful, I can't beat you!" Xiaorou hurriedly waved her hand and said with a pale face. It seemed that the fight just now really scared her, little girl. His chest undulated violently.
Yang Chen laughed bitterly, somewhat helpless.
He doesn't even use spiritual power, Xiao Rou has already given up, is this girl too weak?
"I lost!" Xiaorou sighed, and said sadly: "It seems that my sister is right. I am still too weak now, and the boxing field in the ghost market is not suitable for me!"
Yang Chen smiled and did not speak.
At this time, the staff member came over and asked Yang Chen to pass the bronze medal. After recording the value, he said, "Sir, congratulations on your victory. Next, you only need to get another 149 victories. You can be promoted to a fourth-class boxer!"
"This is too slow."
Yang Chen shook his head and said, "I want to challenge the first-class fighter directly!"
hiss!
As soon as he said this, the little gentle staff in the room took a cold breath, his face changed a few times.
"Yang Chen, are you crazy?" Xiaorou said in surprise: "Do you know how powerful a first-class fighter is? You are a fifth-class fighter to challenge a first-class fighter, you are looking for death!"
Of course Xiaorou knows how powerful a first-class boxer is. Her sister is a first-class boxer in the boxing ring. Xiaorou is quite clear about her sister's strength. Even among the younger generation in the ghost market, she can’t find anything. Existence that can match it.
And her sister, in the first-class boxer, can only be counted as a middle-class level.
"Sir, are you sure you want to challenge the first-class boxer?" The staff also kindly reminded: "Sir, if you think the current level is too simple, I suggest you start with the third-class competition. After all, the first-class competition... It's still too dangerous!"
"No, just declare to me for the first-class competition!"
Yang Chen smiled slightly, confident.