Because his body severely lacked blood, Rong Shaoze allowed him to rest for a week before having another match with him.
During this period, Rong Shaoze brought Lin Xinlan back to their home, where they resumed their normal lives.
Rong’s mother learned from Rong Shaoze about what had happened to Lin Xinlan.
She knew Lin Xinlan had suffered a great deal and also knew that she had not betrayed Rong Shaoze, so she felt very sorry for Lin Xinlan and treated her even better.
The family was together again, and sometimes Lin Xinlan thought that perhaps Heaven was still on her side; at least their home still had a chance to continue being happy.
In the blink of an eye, a week had passed.
It was time for Rong Shaoze’s duel with Qiao Yiyang.
The venue was set in a boxing ring, where Lin Xinlan and the others would go to watch.
Both men wore black tank tops and boxing gloves, ready for the battle.
They were of the same height, with handsome features, and their tall, slender figures exuded different styles of elegance.
Without mentioning their superb fighting skills, just looking at their appearances made this a duel to look forward to.
Xu Yao served as the referee; there were no rules in the fight—whomever was knocked down would lose, and the other would emerge victorious.
Before the match started, Qiao Yiyang looked at Rong Shaoze and said indifferently, "Since I owe Xinlan, I will let you make ten moves first, and after that, I will not go easy on you."
Rong Shaoze smirked coldly, "Are you looking down on me? You don’t need to let me make a single move; I won’t lose to you. Qiao Yiyang, considering your weak body, how about I let you make three moves?"
Qiao Yiyang also smiled, his demeanor confident and composed, with the assurance of victory.
"Since that’s the case, let’s not give each other any advantages—let’s win based on our real abilities."
Xu Yao immediately announced the start of the match, and both men launched their attacks on each other.
Their moves were fast and fierce, with no frills, each blow aiming for the other’s vital points, making the spectators extremely tense.
This was a pure contest of strength, so both men were performing beyond their usual levels, fighting intensely and spectacularly.
Lin Xinlan kept her gaze fixed on the fight, her hands tightly clasped together, sweating in her palms.
Lu Xiaofan was very calm, but her eyes didn’t blink once.
The others were also somewhat nervous.
After all, both men were very skilled combatants.
If not for this match, they probably wouldn’t have known that Rong Shaoze and Qiao Yiyang were impressively skilled.
Half an hour had already passed, yet no winner had been determined.
Both men were drenched in sweat, their muscles tense, exuding immense power.
After several moves, both struck out with a punch towards each other at the same time, their fists collided in mid-air, and they each retreated several steps backward.
Rong Shaoze laughed heartily, "Exciting! It’s been a long time since I’ve sparred with someone of equal strength."
Qiao Yiyang also laughed, his dark eyes shining brightly.
"I didn’t expect you to be so skilled. However, you won’t beat me!"
"I want to say the same to you!" As the words fell, they were locked in combat once again.
Tao Hua suddenly took out a stack of money and slapped it on the table, "I bet a thousand yuan that Rong Shaoze will win. What about you guys?"
Lu Xiaofan, not wanting to be outdone, slapped a thousand yuan on the table and declared firmly, "I bet Qiao Yiyang will win."
Tao Hua raised an eyebrow, "Qiao Yiyang is weak; he’s no match for Rong Shaoze. Even if he was healthy, he wouldn’t be Rong Shaoze’s opponent."