He wouldn't last three moves?
After a brief mont of astonishnt, Zhao Yinghu felt the urge to laugh. Charlie's thirty consecutive wins are more than enough to prove his strength! Taking a huge step back, even if he were to lose to Gong Bo, it surely wouldn't be in just three moves, right?
Despite his awe of Chen Yang, he still felt displeased.
Beside them, Qin Wu looked at Chen Yang with surprise. "I'm not sure how you ca to that conclusion."
"His aura is powerful, his edge is apparent, and he's brimming with confidence. This all proves he is a man of formidable comprehensive strength," Chen Yang said nonchalantly. "Add to that, this is Lord Hu's ho turf, yet you and your n are suprely confident. You must be absolutely certain of your victory."
Qin Wu's expression remained unchanged, but he stared at Chen Yang for three seconds straight.
Chen Yang smiled. "You're here to crash the party, aren't you?"
"You jest, young man. Lord Hu and I have been good friends for many years," Qin Wu said, averting his gaze and turning back to the ring, as still as a statue.
It was Zhao Yinghu whose expression changed, but his trust in Charlie was so complete that he paid Chen Yang's words no mind.
Up on the ring, the announcer was making his pre-fight introduction. "Ladies and gentlen, the man about to face Charlie is a friend who has traveled all the way from the Northern Desert, the renowned Desert Silver Fox, Mr. Gong Bo!"
"In the Northern Desert, he has fought in dozens of matches without a single defeat and is a top-tier expert in the world of Unrestricted Fighting!"
"So, will our Charlie's skills prove superior, or will the Desert Silver Fox live up to his na? Let's wait and see!"
Charlie shoved the announcer aside and rushed up to Gong Bo, baring his teeth in a grin. "I've killed jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards, but I've never slaughtered a fox. Thanks for coming today!"
Gong Bo maintained his calm and serene deanor, saying nothing. Perhaps he simply disdained to speak with Charlie. He rely raised a hand and crooked his finger, beckoning him forward.
TWEET!!
Charlie charged, his blood-red eyes bulging. The muscles across his body swelled like small hills, creating a powerful visual impact.
He looked like an absolute beast!
With every step he took, the ring seed to tremble. His imposing aura was overwhelming, eliciting a tidal wave of screams from the crowd.
"To hell with this Desert Silver Fox! Tear him to shreds!"
"With that montum, Charlie could kill an elephant with one punch!"
Everyone roared for Charlie, their faces flushed with excitent as they lost themselves in the mont.
BANG!
Under the force of Charlie's punch, Gong Bo staggered back several steps.
Seeing Charlie gain the upper hand, Zhao Yinghu couldn't help but chuckle. "Mr. Chen, I think Charlie will be the ultimate victor after all."
Chen Yang didn't respond, his expression indifferent.
Zhao Yinghu frowned. This young man gave off an inscrutable aura that he couldn't see through at all.
anwhile, Gong Bo stopped his retreat and advanced instead. His speed was like a gust of wind as he darted left and right across the ring. His seemingly inconspicuous fists carried the montum of a thunderstorm, barreling down on Charlie's chest with the force of a crashing mountain.
His disadvantage in speed left Charlie with no way to evade. He could only raise his fists to et the attack head-on.
BOOM!
Charlie's fist shattered. His arm bent at a ninety-degree angle as he staggered back violently, great mouthfuls of blood gushing from his mouth uncontrollably.
However, Gong Bo's speed only increased. With a ferocious and bloodthirsty expression, he pursued Charlie and slamd an elbow into his forehead.
In an instant, Charlie, soaked in his own blood, fell straight to the mat.
Just three moves.
Moreover, the first move was clearly a probe, while the following ones were all fatal.
The entire arena went utterly silent, as if soone had hit a pause button. Endless disbelief swirled in a sea of stunned eyes.
Charlie didn't just lose... he was utterly crushed?
It wasn't that Charlie was too weak; the Desert Silver Fox was just too strong—so strong that Charlie had no chance of fighting back at all. In comparison, Charlie seed like a simple brute with nothing but brawn, only capable of reckless clashes without knowing how to adapt.
Suddenly, the arena erupted in a tsunami-like cheer. "Desert Silver Fox! Desert Silver Fox!"
"Incredible! Are you fighting again? I'm betting on you to win from now on!"
"Another round!"
The audience worshipped the strong. As for Charlie, he was completely forgotten.
Gong Bo pressed his hands down, and the cooperative crowd imdiately fell silent, eagerly awaiting his words.
"In my eyes, Charlie is no different from a beast!" Gong Bo said arrogantly. "And I only used thirty percent of my strength!"
"But there's soone who said he could kill with one punch!" Gong Bo turned, his mocking eyes fixing on the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor as he raised his middle finger. "Get down here! I'm waiting for you!"
What?!
Kill the Desert Silver Fox with one punch?
The crowd slowly followed Gong Bo's gaze. Through the large window, they could only make out a vague shadow.
"What big talk! If you've got the guts, co down and fight the Desert Silver Fox!"
"He's just bragging, right? One punch? He's got so nerve!"
"You said it, so get down here!"
Gong Bo stood with his hands behind his back, a mocking sneer on his face as he stared at the window.
I will kill Chen Yang!!
Zhao Yinghu, whose expression was already grim, felt a surge of anger. "Mr. Chen is not a fighter!" he rebuked. "Stop this nonsense!"
"If he's not a fighter, then why did he say he could defeat with one punch?" Gong Bo had anticipated Zhao Yinghu's interference and had preemptively frad Chen Yang as the provocateur. Combined with the crowd's reaction, unless the man was completely shaless, he would be forced into the ring.
"What's the matter? Is Mr. Chen's esteed guest a coward who hides in his shell? Or does he just have the appearance of a man, without any guts?" Gong Bo sneered.
"Haha, turns out he's a coward!"
The venue erupted in uproarious laughter.
Chen Yang's mind wasn't on this at all. He had just spotted Qin Mo in the crowd. That girl really knows how to have fun, coming to a place like this.
What left him most speechless was that Qin Mo was waving her fists, apparently shouting insults at him too.
A coward? A weakling? Who did I even provoke to deserve this?
Qin Wu glanced at Chen Yang. "Mr. Chen, don't you dare?"
"Qin Wu, you've gone too far! You ca here under the guise of cooperation to wreck my event, and now you want to harm Mr. Chen?" Zhao Yinghu said coldly. Charlie's death had made everything clear.
"How can you call it wrecking? This is strength reigning supre!" Qin Wu laughed nonchalantly. "The fist decides everything. Surely Lord Hu understands this simple principle?"
"You…" Zhao Yinghu was at a loss for words.
Qin Wu turned back to Chen Yang. "Mr. Chen, if you're afraid, just go out there and admit it publicly. It's no big deal."
"How are the odds set?" Chen Yang asked suddenly.
Qin Wu was startled for a mont, then smiled. "Since you're so confident in yourself, Mr. Chen, how about I give you two-to-one odds?"
"I'll bet ten million on myself to win."
Qin Wu was stunned silent.
Zhao Yinghu was speechless.
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