Sanggu reached for the Golden Buddha hanging around his neck and grasped it in the palm of his hand, seemingly making a final prayer to Li Feng.
"May the Buddha bless you."
Sanggu said with a hint of pity in his voice.
Li Feng squinted at Sanggu, "Your Buddha surely can’t save ."
Li Feng had said this in Thai, and Sanggu looked at Li Feng with slight surprise, "I didn’t know that you’ve been to Thailand; I’ve never heard of you."
Sanggu shook his head and motioned with a beckoning hand towards Li Feng, "Co on, let test your Punching Power."
Not having heard of him simply ant the other party wasn’t famous. The reason for not being famous was straightforward – he was just one of the countless fighters in Thailand, and it baffled Sanggu where he got the courage to challenge him, an underground boxing champion.
He was not like those hyped-up champions; he was a true fighter who earned his title with his fists, having killed nearly a thousand of his opponents—or at least eight hundred—truly a king who rose to power over the corpses of others.
Li Feng swiftly removed his suit jacket and loosened up his neck and limbs. Although Sanggu simply stood there, he gave Li Feng an intense, formidable feeling - this guy was strong.
"Hah, taking off clothes, what use is that?"
Tang Bin sneered coldly; it would be quicker to just bang one’s head against the wall and die swiftly.
Having finished warming up, Li Feng suddenly tapped the ground with the tip of his foot, kicking up a whirlwind of dust, a Phoenix Whirlwind. With just a few ters between them, Li Feng crossed the distance in a flash and appeared right in front of Sanggu.
Instantly.
Sanggu, standing there, felt a sharp, unsheathed chill, a sense of danger erging from deep within him.
His brain hadn’t even had ti to react when his body responded. The Backspin Kick from T martial arts, a ruthless whip-like kick accompanied by a whistling wind, was so powerful that one could hear the reverberation of it cutting through the air.
"He’s not going to dodge it, I tell you...!"
One onlooker, witnessing the scene, opened his mouth to his friend nearby. T martial arts, despite its na, didn’t limit itself to punches – its techniques included leg moves that were sharp as blades and ruthlessly fierce.
Sanggu’s Backspin Kick was one of his finishing moves. With that kick, bones would break, tendons would snap, and the champion had even demonstrated it by bending a steel pipe thick as a baby’s fist with a single direct kick.
Such hardness, such ferocity in force.
You could say this man was not just a man.
"Holy shit, this guy is brutal."
"Mhm!" The onlooker who was speaking turned his head back, only to see Li Feng miraculously not being kicked away but instead surging forward, leaping up with a flying punch aid at Sanggu.
"Damn, what just happened? That was Sanggu’s Backspin Kick, how did he dodge that?" The onlooker was completely baffled.
"Dodge? He didn’t dodge at all; he just grabbed the incoming leg. How’s that, was the kick powerful?"
"Powerful?"
The onlooker rolled his eyes, "That’s not just powerful, okay? Sanggu’s Backspin Kick could kick soone like you ten ters away, and wherever you get hit, your bones would shatter to pieces."
"It’s said, Sanggu’s kick can almost reach a force of three tons."
"Three tons?"
Sanggu raised his arm to block, and although he managed to stop the blow, he still stepped back half a step, but Li Feng didn’t let up and pressed in.
"Shoot, damn, Sanggu took another half step back."
"Mm-hmm, the champion is doing this on purpose, can’t you see? If he fought too quickly, where would the thrill be?"
"Right, if the champion exerted his full strength, he’d probably knock the other guy down with one punch, wouldn’t he? With the champion’s Punching Power, there’s no way he’d be able to get up again."
The people around them all agreed with this idea. He was the champion, after all, who had never been defeated.
How could the other guy possibly beat the champion? It had to be all an act.
"But this mysterious guy has got so skills too, otherwise, even if the champion went easy on him, he would’ve been knocked down a long ti ago."
"Yeah, too bad this guy clearly lacks staying power. He’s exerting so much effort just to make the champion retreat half a step, tsk, the difference in strength is too great. No matter how much the champion holds back, it’s still too fake."
"Hmm, I think so too."
Without anyone ntioning it, they would’ve thought that the two fighters were evenly matched and that Sanggu was at a disadvantage and being overwheld. But with that comnt, it seed as if the fight below was being staged.
"Besides, how could the champion possibly lose? This is the Duel Arena, not a boxing ring. Losing here can cost you your life."
"That’s right!"
A few spectators, unaccustod to such events, suddenly ca to their senses upon hearing this. Indeed, their worries were sowhat unnecessary; this wasn’t like the boxing matches on TV with referees and rules. The Duel Arena was a battle to the death.
Only when one person fell would the battle end.
The surrounding spectators, with a look of having seen through the battle situation, held their wisdom like pearls in their hands; however, Sanggu, standing in front of Li Feng, was in a very uncomfortable position.
He had completely fallen into a passive state; the Martial Arts was an offensive fighting style, and once he could no longer attack, he was as good as defeated.
Sanggu wanted to turn the situation around, but Li Feng’s seemingly not too vicious fists always managed to appear at critical junctures, hitting him at his weakest points.
This constrained his attacks at every turn, making it impossible for him to exert his full strength, just like now, when soone seed to have tied him up with rope, completely restricting him from unleashing his full might.
Having no choice.
Sanggu could only retreat again, looking to increase the distance between him and his opponent to reorganize his offense. Yet Li Feng followed him closely like sticky candy, shadowing him like his own silhouette.
Sanggu felt extrely frustrated, forced to recklessly exchange blows as Li Feng attacked, and launched counterattacks. The first thing one learns in Martial Arts isn’t punching or kicking, but rather how to take a hit; hence, every Martial Arts fighter possesses an exceptional ability to withstand strikes.
Enduring the exhaustion, withstanding the beating, he absolutely wouldn’t lose.
"The champion is counterattacking."
"That’s the punch."
"Is it over?"
The spectators all around thought so, but the truth was, Li Feng simply lifted his arm and directly blocked the punch.
Or, to be more precise, he didn’t block the fist but rather the inner arm; although the difference seed slight, in reality, the impact force of the two was vastly different, especially since the rebounding force from Li Feng’s block hit the opponent’s inner arm tendons and bones.
A tingling sensation transmitted between the muscles.
"Damn, that’s so good acting."
"It’s overdone."
Many people felt the performance was a bit too much. Even for the sake of watchability, it wasn’t necessary to go to such lengths, even though a quick KO wouldn’t be very thrilling to watch.
"Hiss, retreating again?"
The recent exchange clearly put Sanggu at a disadvantage as Li Feng’s punch landed on his shoulder’s Jingquan acupoint, a surge of Dark Strength breaking through the point. Although Sanggu managed to endure the hit with his strong resistance, his arm was still affected.
"What’s happening?"
Four steps, five steps.
As Sanggu kept retreating further, the people around slowly started noticing sothing was amiss. If this was acting, then it was going a bit too far. After all, was the champion’s dignity worth nothing?
"Can it be?"
"Is this man stronger than the champion?"
"How is this possible?"
Once soone voiced this thought, their brains went slightly numb.
"My one hundred million."
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