If he loses, he might as well be beaten to death on the spot without any further words.
Yin Hu’s harsh words stirred up the once silent audience.
Even Bai He and Xi Rubao, who were just looking down on him for being "useless," were now slightly impressed: "Has Hu Zi finally wised up? He’s got so ambition now!"
Wu Qianman pursed her lips, whispering a reminder: "But if he still uses Gu Shiyin’s moves, I’m afraid his bold words will just beco a joke in the end."
This reminder was a bit too truthful.
Bai He twitched her lips, a bit worried: "If he turns into a joke, then won’t Mr. Bo be..."
dragged down horribly by him?
A subordinate’s incompetence can tarnish a General’s reputation!
Xi Rubao was even more concerned: "I don’t care how Yin Hu does right now, I’m just thinking about that old man from the orphanage. It’s so tragic. He put all his lifeti savings into it, but didn’t manage to earn a bite for the kids, and ended up bankrupt. What if he can’t take it and does sothing foolish?"
Wu Qianman held her forehead: "It’s a total ss, and this competition is so nerve-wracking... Ah, Zuzi’s back, Zuzi, why were you in the restroom for so long?"
Xi Zuzi adjusted her long dress and slowly sat down: "Hmm."
Xi Rubao offered so sunflower seeds and grapes: "Sis, let’s eat sothing to calm our nerves."
Bai He sighed: "Nervous for you and , okay? Little Ancestor wouldn’t be shaken by such a trivial matter."
"Right." Xi Rubao stuck out her tongue.
The imminent life-and-death duel in the ring seed trivial and unshaking in Xi Zuzi’s eyes.
Still, she accepted the goodwill of the two little ones, picking a grape and then a sunflower seed to shell.
The entire audience held their breath, watching the heavily injured Yin Hu stagger toward his opponent, Mike.
He used...
"Oh my, is that soft, weak thing even a punch?"
"Even though he lost just now, the ancient martial arts moves he showed like Monkey Fist, Tiger Fist, were still visually impressive. But now, this looks like child’s play!"
"It’s over, I’m done for. I shouldn’t have bet today. I’m going to lose my shorts, damn it..."
Amidst a chorus of lantations, everyone watched as Yin Hu’s incoherent striking technique unfolded. It wasn’t so much a technique as it was... a very simple two-step gesture, right? Anyone who’s been to college and gone through military training can probably do it, right?
anwhile.
Xi Rubao and Wu Qianman, two freshn who had just gone through military training, were completely dumbfounded:
"Bubba, isn’t this just the military boxing we practiced yesterday... the kind that doesn’t have any offensive power?"
"No, be more confident, remove the word ’isn’t’! It’s goddamn military boxing. And he’s using this against an Arican? Is this for real?"
"Could it be that the moves we learned are so advanced? That legendary version invented by Trainer Yan, I find it hard to believe."
Though Yin Hu indeed wasn’t using Gu Shiyin’s moves anymore, which was sowhat reassuring.
But to use this kind of performance-like boxing in a real fight?
Is he asking for death?
Only Bai He, supporting her chin, frowned and pondered: "Sothing’s not right. I watched the training footage you sent yesterday. The military boxing you did and the one Brother Hu is doing, they have so differences. Look closely, the link between actions is not the sa. It’s like... a modified version!"
"Hey, it really is, the moves are different!"
"Strange, how did he co up with using a modified version of military boxing?"
"Does this really work?"
"Whether it works or not, I don’t know, but aren’t you amazed he hasn’t been punched into the air yet?"
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