The atmosphere at the scene was utterly stagnant.
A bald middle-aged white man near the ring stared dumbfounded at the Fierce Tiger, who was foaming at the mouth and unconscious just a few steps away, completely stunned.
A bit further away, a black woman in her late twenties chewing gum paused her actions, as if soone had pressed the pause button.
On the outer edges, several big guys who had been excitedly shouting with beer bottles in hand fell silent in an instant.
Looking around the entire crowd, nearly every single person, whether the two to three thousand people in the hall downstairs or the hundreds in the private boxes on the second floor, was left in shock at this mont.
Why was everyone so astonished?
The reason couldn’t be more simple; the Fierce Tiger stood about 1.98 ters tall, his muscles coiled like wrought steel, obviously a formidable fighter at first glance.
The young man nicknad "Ancestor," not only was much shorter than the Fierce Tiger, he also didn’t appear to have any muscles.
Yet he punched the Fierce Tiger into the air with one blow?
And sent him flying several ters away?
This was sothing utterly inconceivable to everyone present.
Or rather, being able to punch soone several ters away with one blow is, in itself, an unbelievable feat.
To put it simply, if you place a hundred-pound bag of rice sowhere, can anyone punch it several ters away?
The answer is definitely no.
And now, the Fierce Tiger clearly weighed more than a hundred pounds, maybe even double, yet the Ancestor could punch him several ters away.
This made everyone present feel as if they were witnessing a "Kung Fu movie" mont.
Stillness!
Incomparable silence!
In that instant.
The vast venue.
Filled with two to three thousand people.
Beca so quiet you could hear a pin drop!
But this silence lasted only a mont.
The next mont, a woman’s shocked voice rang out from sowhere, "Kung Fu! He must be like Bruce Lee and knows Kung Fu!"
As the first voice broke the silence.
Suddenly, the venue erupted into an uproar.
"Kung Fu! He must know Kung Fu!"
"My God, to punch soone several ters away, the power is truly terrifying!"
"Amazing, Ancestor is really amazing!"
"Haha, thankfully I bet on Ancestor winning earlier, I’m rich now!"
"Shit, why didn’t I have the guts to bet on him winning?"
A chorus of discussions erupted, accompanied by cheers and whistles.
Clearly, although everyone initially doubted Lu Li’s strength, after witnessing this scene and thinking of the word "Kung Fu," they were all won over by Lu Li’s performance!
At a table near the corner of the ring.
A thin middle-aged white man glanced at Johnny Smith with a aningful look, "Johnny, is this your newly signed fighter? It seems he’s going to earn you a fortune."
Johnny Smith’s mouth twitched.
Of course, he had seen how formidable Lu Li’s strength was just now.
But the problem is, the contract he signed with Lu Li was a one-ti deal.
In other words, whether he fights again after this match entirely depends on the other party’s willingness.
To be honest, Johnny Smith initially had a take-it-or-leave-it attitude towards Lu Li.
In Johnny Smith’s view, besides being handso, Lu Li’s physique was no different from an average Asian, which was not as sturdy as Europeans or Aricans.
He never expected to make big money from Lu Li’s fights.
So he didn’t care much about signing a long-term contract, just a single match deal.
Now, Lu Li’s actual performance had smacked Johnny Smith in the face, teaching him not to judge a book by its cover.
At the sa ti, it made him regret for the first ti, regretting that he only signed a one-ti fight contract with a fighter as impressive as Lu Li.
"Why is this kid so impressive?"
Johnny Smith was secretly astonished.
And he couldn’t help but recall Lu Li telling him to go all-in betting on him winning the championship tonight before the match started.
A ridiculous thought suddenly popped into his mind, "Could it be that he really might win the championship tonight?"
Impossible.
This guy is impressive and may have the potential to win the championship, but definitely not tonight.
Johnny Smith is not stupid; he knows exactly how hard it would be for Lu Li to win the championship tonight.
First, he has to win five matches against novice boxers, then five more against interdiate boxers, and finally, defeat ten advanced boxers in a row to qualify for the Ring Champion challenge.
Winning twenty matches in one night?
How could that be possible!
In Johnny Smith’s opinion.
Not to ntion that Lu Li couldn’t achieve such a feat.
Even Peak Tyson couldn’t do it.
Winning one or two matches is no big deal.
Twenty matches would require an incredibly long-lasting stamina!
Johnny Smith didn’t believe anyone in the world had such stamina, unless Captain Arica ca to the real world.
...
In the box.
Julia Giannini also looked down at the ring with a face full of surprise.
She had previous interactions with Lu Li and knew he had "heaven-defying luck," capable of winning a hundred million US Dollars overnight in Atlantic City.
But the problem is, no matter how lucky you are, it can’t affect an underground boxing match.
Such matches rely entirely on raw strength.
Well, it only proves one thing, Lu Li’s combat power is indeed very high.
Julia Giannini was montarily stunned.
She really couldn’t believe that Lu Li’s seemingly not-so-strong body could unleash such fierce power.
Just as she was in shock, the red-haired beauty in her arms couldn’t help but blurt out, "Oh my God! He’s so handso! I think I’m going to fall in love..."
Before she finished, the red-haired beauty suddenly realized she was Julia Giannini’s "lover," and saying this in front of her might cost her favor.
Unexpectedly, Julia Giannini not only didn’t get jealous but nodded in agreent, "Indeed, he’s too handso, I almost feel conquered by him."
The group in the box looked at each other in astonishnt.
Who among them didn’t know Julia Giannini was into ladies?
And now she said sothing like this?
It was imaginable how shocking Lu Li’s previous punch was, despite it being just one punch.
...
In another box.
Caron, the boss of the California Eighteenth Street organization that organized tonight’s boxing match, stood in front of the glass window, inadvertently revealing an appreciative expression.
He took a puff of his cigar and remarked, "This Oriental’s strength is formidable. If properly cultivated, he might replace Louis in the near future and beco the new generation champion."
The Latin elderly man beside him was slightly surprised, "You believe he can beco the future champion?"
Caron replied casually, "Yes, now that the match is over, have soone invite him up. I want to chat with him for a few..."
He didn’t finish his sentence.
Downstairs, suddenly Lu Li’s voice rang out, "Arrange a second opponent for , quickly, I want to fight in tonight’s main event."
Huh?
The Latin elderly man was taken aback.
Caron was also stunned.
...
The originally noisy scene quieted down again upon hearing Lu Li say this through the microphone.
What?
Do you an you want to win twenty matches in a row tonight and then challenge Champion Louis?
Everyone’s faces turned to astonishnt.
Yes, in the previous match, Lu Li didn’t seem to expend much energy.
A follow-up match wouldn’t actually surprise anyone much.
It’s just that you’re too arrogant.
You plan to challenge twenty matches consecutively?
Johnny Smith looked speechless.
Julia Giannini’s eyes flickered.
Caron and the high-level mbers of the California Eighteenth Street organization in the box were also all taken aback.
Or rather, the remaining two to three thousand spectators were all quite speechless.
The African Arican man hosting the boxing match almost wondered if he heard wrong, asking, "Ancestor, did I hear you right, you want to challenge twenty matches in a row to get into the main event."
Lu Li, with his hands in his pockets, yawned, "Yes, don’t waste ti, hurry and call the next person on stage."
Hearing the definite answer, the audience below was already in an uproar again.
Although the host also showed a strange expression, with the contestant requesting to continue challenging, he certainly wouldn’t refuse.
He imdiately gave a signal to the staff below the stage and then started to liven up the atmosphere.
Shortly, the second boxer erged from the rest area passage.
The crowd, who had been in an uproar just now, imdiately fell silent.
Like before, the match didn’t start imdiately.
A group of staff ca forward to ask the audience if they wanted to bet on the outco.
"I bet on Ancestor to win! Five thousand US Dollars!"
"Okay, but let tell you, Ancestor’s odds have dropped, now it’s 1.01 to bet on him winning."
"Fack, you need to bet a hundred bucks to win one buck?"
"How are you adjusting the odds? Wasn’t it still sothing like 1.9 just now?"
Although all the audience was quite dissatisfied, they also knew Lu Li’s performance was too dazzling just now, and it was entirely normal for the casino to adjust the odds.
But nobody really expected the odds to drop this low.
What does an odd of 1.01 an?
It’s like defaulting that Lu Li will definitely win the match!
From an initial odd of around 1.9 to now 1.01.
Anyone can see the casino is admitting "Ancestor’s" strength through this adjustnt.
Though the odds were low, in the end, the majority still bet on Lu Li to win.
Only a few fancied taking the long shot by betting on the new "White Eagle."
Final bets placed.
The second match was about to start.
Lu Li, just like before, yawned and stepped forward, casually swinging a punch at "White Eagle."
And then...
Well, White Eagle, like Fierce Tiger, was also knocked out into the railing and passed out.
Lu Li stood there calmly, "Hurry up, call the next one up."
Caron: "..."
Johnny Smith: "..."
Julia Giannini and everyone else: "..."
Shit!
We’ve seen impressive stuff before, but not this impressive!
User Comments
0 comments from readers