Trillionaire's Slice of Life

In the arena, when the towering 1.95 meters tall Fan Gao with his terrifying aura stepped onto the stage, the entire hall immediately erupted into a fervent round of applause. At this moment, the second contestant ascended the platform — a similarly over 1.9 meters tall brawny man. His muscular and powerful figure was especially striking due to his bare upper body, the eight neatly defined and strong abs catching everyone's eye. As he stepped onto the stage, a wave of piercing screams from a flock of female fans followed! Although the match hadn't started yet, the atmosphere in the venue was already incredibly heated, with various shouts ringing incessantly in the air. However, Chu Mo, watching from below, was certain that this round would be an easy win for Fan Gao. At that time, as the referee clad in a tailcoat gave the command, the match officially began. The muscular man with the eight-pack abs was clearly aiming for a quick battle. The instant the referee announced the start of the fight, he stepped forward and launched the first attack. His fierce fists, with their sharp force, shot out in an instant. Just from the pressure of the wind that his fists generated, one could tell that his strength was not much less than that of Fang Lihu. It is worth noting that Fang Lihu had a massive stature of 2.3 meters! However, it was a pity that the opponent he faced was Fan Gao, who could fight Jiang Tao to a draw. In just a moment, under the incredulous gazes of the audience, before the muscular man's fist even grazed Fan Gao's clothing, he was sent flying half a meter into the air. The next moment, this muscular man, who was quite the eye-catcher for the female audience, lay flat on the ground. Only then did Fan Gao slowly retract his fist. The entire hall immediately let out a wave of dissatisfied booing. The match was too simple and rough — each had thrown a punch, but the difference was that Fan Gao's fist had hit the opponent's nose bridge before the other's punch could land on him, hence, the opponent was knocked down with one strike. This left the audience, who had been hoping for a feast for the eyes, somewhat disappointed. However, those who truly understood the strength behind Fan Gao's punch immediately burst into cheers because they knew what that punch represented in terms of power. The muscular giant who had been knocked out by one punch still tried to get up, but after several attempts, he collapsed again. The referee declared the victory, and the first match ended much faster than anyone had anticipated. At this time, without giving Fan Gao any time to catch his breath, the second contender took the stage. This was also a burly and formidable contestant who had already gauged Fan Gao's strength. The big man was not reckless, but instead employed a steady and calculated approach, constantly probing with his attacks and making adjustments all the while. Naturally, even though the burly man was careful, he was facing the incredibly strong Fan Gao. Clearly, Fan Gao intended to end the fight quickly, so he did not give his opponent many chances to probe. When the big man tried a quick probe for the third time, then swiftly recoiled in defense, Fan Gao did not retreat but advanced instead, his punch, carrying a powerful tearing through the air, landed squarely on the opponent's abdomen. 'Boom!' The silent impact echoed throughout the arena, even faintly overpowering the cheers of the crowd. Incredibly, the big man withstood Fan Gao's punch. He grimaced, quickly retreated, and then once again put a safe distance between himself and Fan Gao. On the stage, Fan Gao, like a war god, casually flexed his wrist as if the past two punches were just a warm-up. Then, amidst the slightly panicked dodging of the man on the stage, Fan Gao threw his third punch. This time, the man indeed landed a punch on Fan Gao's arm, but Fan Gao remained steadfastly on his feet, whereas the burly man slowly slid to the ground. Three punches, two matches ended. This time, the hundreds of spectators in the hall finally realized the might of Fan Gao. When the 6'5" Fan Gao triumphantly raised his right hand, the entire venue instantly erupted into fervent cheers. However, just like the last time, the referee didn't give Fan Gao any time to rest or adjust—closely following him, the third opponent stepped onto the stage. And as this person stood before Fan Gao, the whole venue once again burst into enthusiastic cheers; the atmosphere in the hall had been completely ignited. At this moment, Chu Mo below the stage also became serious. The fourth contestant who came up was the very human tank that Chu Mo had previously paid special attention to—the opponent was a towering figure at 7'3", with a frightening weight of over 240 kilograms. Just standing there, such a person would give off an immense oppressive aura. On the field, the originally tall 6'5" Fan Gao suddenly seemed like a short man in front of his opponent. Just as Chu Mo began to worry for him, he noticed that the imposing aura radiating from Fan Gao hadn't weakened in the slightest. Suddenly, Chu Mo couldn't help but recall Fang Lihu, with his staggering height of 7'7", who was even more immense than the tall figure on the stage. However, when fighting against Zhang Xiaoyan, the chairman of the Phoenix Bodyguard Company, it was Fang Lihu who ended up in the hospital with injuries. Had Zhang Xiaoyan not held back, Fang Lihu's left arm could have been completely ruined. Therefore, sometimes, being tall alone doesn't necessarily mean one can fight. With that belief, Chu Mo's mind gradually relaxed, and just then, with a fierce roar from the human tank of a man, he took the initiative to launch an attack on Fan Gao. The terrifying fist, with its piercing wind, whooshed towards Fan Gao. Though similarly tall, Fan Gao, who was exceedingly agile, ducked and dodged the incoming attack. At the same time, all his strength converged into his fist, which he fiercely slammed into his opponent's chest. A dull sound echoed throughout the hall once again, but to everyone's surprise, the tank-like man only staggered half a step backward, and then swung his fists at Fan Gao again. The power of that punch from Fan Gao was enough to break the ribs of an ordinary person, but it merely caused his opponent to retreat half a step—nowhere near enough to make him lose his combat ability. Without any hesitation, Fan Gao, like a nimble monkey, kept evading the man's storm of punches, that seemed like they were fired from a tank, yet couldn't land a single blow. A moment later, seizing an opportunity during another dodge, Fan Gao landed another punch on his opponent's face. This punch even distorted the man's entire face, but that man too had incredible endurance, merely shaking his head before the mountainous man launched another frenzied attack on Fan Gao! This was just the third match, and Fan Gao had already been drawn into a grueling battle. It was not hard to imagine that the following matches would become increasingly difficult! At this moment, Chu Mo below the stage watched Fan Gao, whose forehead was gradually damp with sweat, with a grave expression. He brought his hands together and, for the first time, silently prayed in his heart! "I need strength! The power to overcome everything."