"I’m here to challenge you!"
Ye Luo looked straight at the bulky man in front of him and spoke.
"You? Not a chance!"
Rubis glanced at Ye Luo with a disdainful expression in his eyes and gave a thumbs down, clearly having little respect for him.
"Hey, big guy, you dare to look down on ? It seems I need to teach you a lesson so you’ll understand how formidable I am," Ye Luo said with a curl of his lip.
"Alright, we now have a contestant on stage, and the odds for the South Africa Boxing Champion and Rubis have been set. It’s one to ten—everyone can place their bets now," announced the host.
The surrounding audience imdiately started to discuss among themselves, their words filled with mockery towards Ye Luo. They clearly didn’t believe that this ordinary-looking kid stood a chance against the South African Boxing Champion, not to ntion the difference in stature alone made it seem impossible for Ye Luo to win.
Most people on the scene quickly placed their bets on Rubis, with only a few holding out for a major upset by betting on Ye Luo.
"Alright, our match now officially begins." Having said that, the host quickly stepped off the stage, and the venue fell silent.
From a distance, Qin Feng’s mouth curled with a cold smile as he watched the ring, while Qin Yuru and Ling Qingya both furrowed their brows and looked on with worried expressions.
"Co on, big guy!" Ye Luo extended his middle finger, taunting Rubis.
"Ah!"
Rubis let out a roar and charged towards Ye Luo, his massive fra coming at him like a small mountain, shaking the ring violently and emanating imnse pressure.
His fist, the size of a sledgehamr, ca smashing down, bringing with it a fierce gale that seed to rip through the air.
If that punch landed on soone, it would undoubtedly explode their body.
Seeing this, Ling Qingya and Qin Yuru’s faces changed drastically, and they couldn’t help but want to cry out in alarm.
Bang!
A dull sound, like thunder, resonated, making everyone’s heart jolt as they turned to look, only to reveal expressions of utter shock.
They saw that Rubis’s powerful punch, capable of splitting boulders, was caught by a single hand from Ye Luo, who didn’t even budge.
"Roar!"
Rubis roared again as his muscles tensed, the terrifying strength in his body surging wildly.
Although this man was not a martial artist, the strength in his body was no less than that of a Late Houtian Level expert. If it had been soone else, they might have been killed by a single punch.
It looked like the South African Boxing Champion was not all show after all, but he was just unfortunate to have co across a monster like Ye Luo.
"Is this all the strength the South African Boxing Champion has? It’s like the strength of a child," Ye Luo comnted, pretending to be unimpressed as he looked down at Rubis, who stood a full two heads taller than him.
"Why are you so tall? I have to look up to talk, and I never like to talk to people with my head tilted back."
Ye Luo frowned, his right foot striking out like lightning, hitting the opponent’s legs, which were like iron pillars.
Crack! Crack!
Two crisp and pleasant sounds rang out, and the African Boxing Champion couldn’t help but scream in agony as both of his legs were shattered by Ye Luo’s kick, forcing his massive body to kneel down with such force that two deep pits were smashed into the ground. His face had turned extrely pained.
"Hmm, this is more like it," Ye Luo nodded in great satisfaction.
"How... How is this possible?"
At this mont, the crowd in the underground fighting ring couldn’t believe their eyes, including Qin Feng who was completely dumbstruck, while Qin Yuru and another woman slightly relaxed their expressions.
"Damn it, this must be rigged!"
"A fix, they are definitely throwing the match!"
The audience erupted in angry shouts, utterly in disbelief of the outco, insisting it was a fixed fight. How could the esteed South African boxing champion be so easily annihilated by a young lad seemingly in his twenties?
Suddenly, the atmosphere in the fighting ring beca almost uncontrollable as many angry eyes turned towards Rubis.
"Ahh!!"
At that mont, Rubis also seed to feel a sense of humiliation and let out an enraged roar as his other fist smashed towards Ye Luo.
Bang!
Another thunderous sound echoed as Ye Luo did not hesitate to punch back, crushing his opponent’s fist on the spot, the jagged bone piercing through the skin.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Ye Luo’s fists rained down on his opponent, the terrifying strength causing the South African boxing champion to spit blood continuously without any chance to retaliate.
Eventually, Ye Luo punched the South African boxing champion’s nasal bone in, causing him to fall heavily onto the ring, with blood gushing out of his mouth, breathing more out than in.
Ye Luo completely overpowered the South African boxing champion, who couldn’t withstand even a single move.
"This big guy’s flesh is really thick; my hand is starting to hurt from hitting him," Ye Luo muttered, turning his gaze to Qin Feng, "Young Master Qin, does this count as my win?"
"Yes, yes," Qin Feng said with an extrely unsightly expression, and only after he stepped forward to repeatedly assure that there was no match-fixing did the public’s anger finally subside.
"I wonder if Mr. Ye would be willing to bet once more?"
Qin Feng’s gaze fixed on Ye Luo as he spoke, his eyes flickering with a cold glint.
"Oh, how would you like to bet?" Ye Luo looked at Qin Feng with interest.
With a gesture from Qin Feng, a figure slowly walked onto the platform. It was a man from Huaxia in his thirties, dressed in black tight-fitting clothes, with his hands wrapped in black cloth, and long bangs concealing his eyes, which glinted with a cold and bloody light.
The mont this person appeared, everyone present felt an aura of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. The terrifying scent of blood was as if countless bodies were presented before them, causing everyone to feel a sense of fear and oppression in their souls.
Ye Luo’s eyes focused on this person, revealing a trace of surprise. This man’s aura of murderous intent was certainly the result of killing countless people and being soaked in their blood.
"Mr. Ye, this is our ring’s champion fighter, known as Xue Tu. He has personally killed one hundred ninety-nine fighters in underground boxing. What do you think? Are you willing to fight again? If you win this ti, I can give you another hundred million," Qin Feng stated.
"No!" Qin Yuru’s face changed as she spoke, her eyes coldly fixed on Qin Feng, "Qin Feng, I want you to stop this at once."
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