"Hahaha!!! — — "
Ye Xuan wasn't speaking softly. The audience seated near the ring heard him clearly and burst out laughing. The audience at the back who didn't hear it laughed as well after hearing the explanation from the audience in front. The entire venue turned into a sea of joy.
"Hahaha, Master Ye Xuan, you're great!"
"This damn foreigner must have been tormented in bed for a whole night. He's now a soft-footed shrimp!"
"Beat him to death. Beat this foreigner to death!"
…
Looking at Tai Lai, whose face was flushed and showing signs of turning purple, Ye Xuan patted his chest and said with a faint smile, "Yes! Punch me again! "
"F * ck, go to hell!" Hearing the boos from below the stage, the curses from the British foreigners, and Ye Xuan's sarcasm, Tai Lai was on the verge of going mad. He, the Fist Champion of the Empire where the sun never sets, was actually humiliated by a "sick man of East Asia" to this extent. His eyes turned red, and with a furious roar, he charged forward and started punching and kicking Ye Xuan like a lunatic.
Bam! Bam! Bam! — —
Ye Xuan seemed to have turned into a mountain, allowing Tai Lai's punches and kicks to land on his body. However, he remained unmoved.
Hong Zhennan turned his head to look at Ye Wen, who was beside him. He realized that Ye Wen had also turned his head to look at him at the same time. Both of them could see the shock in each other's eyes.
The audience, who were originally laughing below the ring, saw Tai Lai's punches and kicks being kicked and punched crazily by Ye Xuan. Be it the foreigners or the Chinese martial artists, all of them had their mouths wide open in shock.
"Oh. God, is this Chinese man's body made of iron? "
"Oh my god, what did I just see? Is this Chinese man a god who descended from heaven?"
"Could it be that Master Ye Xuan has cultivated the legendary Iron Shirt and Golden Bell Shield?"
"Could it be that Master Ye Xuan is a Taoist and is using the legendary 'Divine Punch'?"
…
A series of exclamations came from the audience. Looking at the man on the stage, the faces of the people below were full of disbelief. At this time, technology was not very developed. Some devout believers even began to think that Ye Xuan was the incarnation of God in the East.
No one noticed that Ghosthead and Charles, who were seated in the foreigner area, saw Ye Xuan, who did not react at all no matter how Tai Lai attacked. Both of them were shocked at first. Then, they turned around and looked at each other. Through their eyes, they seemed to have reached a consensus. Then, Charles stood up. He cast a regretful glance at Tai Lai, who was already panting heavily on the stage, and sighed. While no one was paying attention to him, he turned around and walked out of the side door.
On the arena, Tai Lai's face was flushed red while his entire body was covered in sweat, and he was out of breath. However, Ye Xuan still cupped his fists with his hands behind his back. It was as if he had just hit a mosquito.
"Is this the power that you're talking about?" Ye Xuan looked at Tai Lai calmly and said in English, "I think you should go back to England and carry your child!"
"You son of a b * tch!" Hearing what Ye Xuan said, Tai Lai, who was initially exhausted, seemed to have been injected with stimulants. Like a madman, he raised his fists and threw punches at Ye Xuan like a hooligan throwing a tantrum.
The competition had progressed to this stage, which was completely out of everyone's expectations. They initially thought that it would be a one-sided battle or a fierce battle, but now, it had become a one-sided battle. However, it was not the English boxing champion who was abusing the Chinese martial arts master that the English people had imagined. Instead, it was the Chinese martial arts master who allowed the English boxing champion to beat him up without being injured at all.
"You've punched me so many times, so it's my turn to punch you!" Looking at Tai Lai, who did not even have any strength when he punched him, Lin Huang sneered. The corners of Ye Xuan's mouth curled into a sneer. Then, he abruptly raised his right hand, which had been motionless since he entered the arena. The veins on his right hand bulged, and his entire aura seemed to have turned into a ferocious beast in an instant. He threw a punch and hit Tai Lai's temple hard.
Bang!!! —
An explosion that seemed to have broken through the air was heard. Tai Lai flew backward like a cannonball and crashed into the guardrail of the ring behind him. The two-meter-tall guardrail that was as thick as an adult's thigh cracked and broke. Amidst the screams of the audience below the ring, Tai Lai fell to the ground like a broken doll. His legs gave way and he stopped breathing.
The entire arena looked at the English boxing champion Tornado who had fallen below the ring. At first, it was dead silent. Then, as if there was an explosion, the entire arena went into an uproar.
Wow! —
"We won!" All the Chinese people present stood up. Their cheers were so loud that the ceiling of the arena was almost blown away. Then, someone took the lead and everyone rushed to the slightly dilapidated ring. They worked together to lift Ye Xuan up and threw him into the air.
Just as all the Chinese people were embracing Ye Xuan like a hero, a group of English people below the ring came to the place where Tai Lai had fallen. After seeing the emergency doctor announce Tai Lai's death, these gentlemanly English people were like bulls in heat. They clamored to take revenge on Ye Xuan and capture Ye Xuan to avenge Tornado.
Seeing the English people clamoring around him, Ghosthead looked at Ye Xuan who was thrown into the air from the ring by countless Chinese people. A cold smile flashed across the corner of his lips.
The crowd celebrated for a while before they put Ye Xuan down from their heads. However, their enthusiasm did not diminish. They surrounded him and congratulated him happily.
"Master Ye, you're amazing!"
"Master Ye, good job!"
"Master Ye, you really helped us vent our anger!"
"Master Ye, you're our pride!"
"Master Ye …"
…
"Move, move … What are you doing, what are you doing …"
All of a sudden, a discordant voice came from the crowd. The crowd behind him moved and a fat figure squeezed through the crowd with difficulty.
"Master Ye Xuan, bad news. The foreign devils didn't keep their word. They want to capture you to avenge the tornado. You'd better leave now!" The chubby figure grabbed Ye Xuan's sleeve and shouted as soon as he came in.
Ye Xuan had already noticed the newcomer when the man grabbed his sleeve. He didn't expect him to be the police captain, Fat Bo, whom he had met in front of the fish stall previously. And the news he brought also made everyone present furious.
"What? The foreign devils dare to break their word? Is that for real? They signed a 'life or death agreement' before the competition. Don't tell me the foreign devils are so shameless? "
"This group of barbarians, they even dared to refuse to acknowledge it after signing the 'life or death agreement'. Sooner or later, they'll give birth to a son without an asshole!"
"No matter who it is today, as long as they want to capture Master Ye, they'll have to step over my dead body!"
"Yes, they'll have to step over my dead body …"
"They'll have to step over my dead body …"
The crowd was riled up. Their roars were like a raging tide, breaking through the sky.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps came from all directions. One by one, Indian policemen in police uniforms and holding pistols ran in from outside the arena. Leading them was the Superintendent of the Kowloon Police Station, David, also known as' Ghosthead '.
Ghosthead stood in front of the hall and looked at the crowd in the arena. A cruel smile flashed across his face. With a wave of his hand, nearly fifty Indian policemen immediately surrounded the arena.
Bang bang bang!
Three gunshots suddenly rang out above the arena, causing the entire arena to fall silent. Then, the people in the arena turned their heads and saw the surrounding policemen and their guns. Their expressions immediately changed.
"The police are handling a case. This time, we're here to capture the murderer, Ye Xuan. All unrelated people, leave the arena!" Ghosthead swaggered to the front of the arena and shouted at the people in the arena in half-baked Cantonese.
"What are you guys trying to do? When Master Ye Xuan fought with Tornado, he signed the 'life or death agreement'!"
"Damn foreign devils, you guys want to go back on your words? Signing the 'life or death agreement' means that life and death are determined by fate. Now that your bullsh * t Tornado is dead, what does it have to do with our Master Ye?"
…
Looking at the Chinese peasants who were shouting angrily, Ghosthead waved his hand. Several policemen behind him suddenly picked up their guns and fired a few shots at the arena. Although no one was injured, they were still terrified when they saw the bullets hit their feet.
"Now, I will count to ten. After that, if anyone is still standing in the arena, I will regard them as Ye Xuan's accomplice. At that time, I will kill them without mercy!" Ghosthead smiled sinisterly.
"One!"
"Two!"
"Three!"
…
"We can't let the foreign devils capture Master Ye. If they want to capture Master Ye, they'll have to step over my dead body!"
"Yes, if they want to capture Master Ye, they'll have to step over my dead body!"
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