Xue Jing followed Chen Fuguang into the venue.
Somehow, the soundproofing in this venue was incredibly effective. It was almost quiet outside, but as soon as they entered, a cacophony of noise instantly assaulted their ears.
Xue Jing looked up to see the seats filled with a dense crowd, and a rough count told him there were at least a few thousand people there. In the dimly lit space, neon lights flashed everywhere, illuminating the faces of people who were shouting loudly.
In the center of the venue was an octagonal cage ring raised more than a meter off the ground and quite spacious. Inside, two muscular men clad only in shorts were fighting barehanded, striking with fierce moves that produced a cracking sound upon contact.
"This is the Fist Competing Pavilion, junior brother. You should know what this place is," Chen Fuguang said with a smile as he watched Xue Jing observing his surroundings.
Xue Jing nodded, "I know."
