The lights shone down from the high ceiling of the venue.
The figure opposite him was neither tall nor strong, and had nothing to do with the word burly. He just stood there quietly, like a young student in a daze under a tree on campus, ordinary and inconspicuous.
But because the figure was similar to the one he hated and feared the most, Tian Xingtian's mood suddenly became extremely bad. With a gloomy face, he lifted the ropes and listened to the starting bell. He walked to the opposite side, ready to tear him into pieces.
The figure moved at the same time, taking a step forward in a very normal manner. His knees were slightly bent, and there was a very close distance between his two legs. He made a somewhat strange posture, as if there was an invisible rope tied between his knees.
Tian Xingtian roared, raised his right arm like a stone tablet, and unreasonably smashed toward the opponent's head without any fancy moves. For a real master like him, any close-range combat skills were fake. Only strength was the most powerful weapon.
The ordinary-looking man standing opposite him obviously had a different fighting philosophy. His feet brushed against the table at an extremely high frequency, and his right hand strangely came out from under his armpit, stabbing forward like a sharp military knife.
This was the third and last match, which would determine the winner of the boxing match and the final outcome of the Month of Blood and Fire in Bermuda.
However, the two people in the ring were not aware of this. They were not nervous, and even did not take it seriously. They walked into the ring full of confidence and made the first move in a simple and even casual manner.
What sent chills down one's spine was the scene that happened after that. In the end, it only confirmed that Tian Xingtian's confidence was laughable.
This battle-hardened deputy commander of the small-eyed special forces was known as the third strongest fighter in Philadelphia. When he stepped on the ring, he showed the demeanor of a strong fighter. However, after his first action … he could only do this action forever.
His shoulders sank slightly, and just as he raised his strong right arm, he didn't have time to draw the bow and shoot. The ordinary man opposite him had already swept in front of him like a silent bolt of lightning, and then a torrential storm hit him.
Meng Qi's fingers struck Tian Xingtian's ribs viciously. He raised his elbow slightly and struck horizontally. Meng Qi took another step forward and struck Tian Xingtian's inner thigh with his knee. His left fist came out of nowhere and smashed into Tian Xingtian's face like a hammer.
That ordinary and inconspicuous figure silently arrived. His fingers were like a gale, and his fists were like a shower. His movements were extremely fast, and every movement was so precise that it was beyond the imagination of a normal person. He was more like a machine.
This storm of fists and fingers came too fast, so fast that many people felt that their eyes were blurred. It was as if when the ordinary man stepped forward with his right foot, his left elbow and every part of his body launched an attack at the same time!
In less than a second, the ordinary-looking man seemed to have sprouted dozens of arms in an instant. They loosened at the same time and landed densely on Tian Xingtian's face, abdomen, and the tip of his nose!
Tian Xingtian was indeed very strong, but in the face of such a terrifying attack, he could not react at all. He could only raise his right arm in vain, his eyes wide open in fear.
A more accurate description of the situation would be: The third most powerful man in Philadelphia, Tian Xingtian, was beaten senseless by an ordinary man.
Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!
A series of crisp sounds, like the sound of firecrackers, were extremely rhythmic. However, because they were so dense, most people only heard a single syllable explode.
The ordinary-looking man retracted his foot and stood calmly with his hands behind his back.
In front of him, Tian Xingtian was still maintaining his raised arm posture. However, this posture now looked so ridiculous and pathetic. He was like a performance artist who took off his clothes to play the role of a statue, only to realize that his lower body was not majestic. Thus, he felt ashamed.
Before he could express his shame and anger with tears or expressions, Tian Xingtian's stiff body suddenly collapsed like a statue that had its bottom pulled out. His strong body fell to the ground with the sole of his feet as the axis.
His body landed heavily on the surface of the ring, making a muffled sound.
The force that had smashed into his body like a torrential storm was finally completely released with this collision. The clothes on his body curled up like burning pieces of paper, and then burst apart piece by piece, turning into butterflies fluttering in the air.
Tian Xingtian's clothes were torn apart. His naked body was bruised and swollen. His broken nose was bleeding like a bloody peach. He tried his best to open his eyes that were swollen like peaches, but he could only open two small slits to look at the face in the shadow above him.
He did not see the face clearly, but he saw the pair of small eyes that had turned into a nightmare. Furthermore, the small eyes of the other party were definitely not the result of being beaten up.
Tian Xingtian's throat made a sound. He looked at the other party in horror and cried like a madman, "It's you! It's you! It's you again! "
With the last of his strength, the third most powerful man in Philadelphia could not hold on any longer and fainted.
…
…
The light from the ceiling still shrouded the ring. Although it was dim, it was quiet. It was as if they did not see the frightening scene from before. Or rather, they did not have time to see the scene clearly because everything happened too quickly.
The venue was dead silent. Hundreds of people looked at the ring with an expression of disbelief. Many of them did not even see what happened before they realized that everything was over.
The ordinary-looking figure stood quietly on the ring like a student. His hands were hanging on both sides of his body, as if he did not make a move at all. However, not far in front of him, the horrible body of the Philadelphia fighter proved everything.
The last round ended even faster than the second round. The difference in strength between the two parties could no longer be described as overwhelming.
In front of the ordinary-looking man, Tian Xingtian was like a scarecrow that was tied up tightly. This one-sided and extremely humiliating battle was more like an angry parent teaching a disobedient child a lesson.
There was still a deathly silence. Everyone stared dumbfoundedly at that inconspicuous figure, guessing in their hearts who he was.
In the box on the top floor of the venue, Li Wei looked at the figure in the middle of the ring with excitement. His hands were tightly holding the railing, and his veins were visible.
He thought that he would lose this fight and that he and the Orphan Gang were only left with death, so he made the decision to die together with them.
When he made the decision, he was full of sadness and was not afraid. However, now the situation had changed abruptly. How could he not be excited when he did not have to die?
How could he not be excited when he saw the figure that he had grown up with and had not seen for years?
…
…
In the opposite box, the slightly fat face of Mr. Descartes looked particularly gloomy under the dim light. He angrily threw away the red wine glass in his hand, pointed at Tian Xingtian, who was in the ring below, and asked coldly,
"What's going on? Didn't he say that he was the third most powerful man in Philadelphia? How could he be beaten into a pile of mud? What a waste. "
The subordinate officer next to him wiped the cold sweat and explained in a trembling voice, "It seems that Lieutenant Colonel Tian's enemy is really powerful. I don't know where he found him."
Descartes looked at Ji Huo and several members of the Bermuda Conference in front of him and said in a deep voice, "Who can give me an explanation?"
They thought that it was just a formality of a fight, but it suddenly developed to this point. The huge benefits that they were about to get suddenly turned into a bubble. The local tycoons in the box were shocked and furious, but in the face of the Federation's government representative, no one dared to show it.
Ji Huo looked at the figure in the ring with an ugly expression and said, "According to the intelligence, Li Wei spent money to invite a master of Harmonization of Energy from Li Mingxing. It's absolutely impossible for him to be Lieutenant Colonel Tian's opponent, let alone be so powerful."
He hesitated for a moment and then suggested, "Mr. Descartes, it seems that this matter needs to be considered in the long run. We first have to find out who the person in the ring is."
Descartes frowned and did not speak. Suddenly, he said in a deep voice, "Everything must be finished tonight. If you don't have the confidence to eliminate those wandering ghosts on the opposite side, my special forces can join the battle this time."
Ji Huo was shocked and hurriedly tried to persuade him, "Mr. Descartes, you probably don't know the rules of Bermuda. This bet has been notarized, and we are willing to …"
Before he could finish the words, Descartes indifferently waved his hand and cut him off. He said in an indisputable tone, "There are no rules in front of the Federation government. His Excellency the President wants you to do it as soon as possible. You must do it immediately."
In the dim box, the tycoons of the Bermuda Conference looked at each other in silence. They could see the anger in each other's eyes, as well as a lot of helplessness.
Descartes leaned on the railing and looked at the figure in the ring. He cruelly mocked, "I don't know if you can still be so cool when you are shot to death."
Just as he said this, the ordinary-looking man in the ring raised his head. He looked in the direction of the box on the top floor and shook his head.
He had been slightly lowering his head since he walked into the ring. Even when he was carrying out a terrifying attack, he still maintained this posture.
At this time, when he raised his head, the direct light from the ceiling fell on his face for the first time. The soft and dim light illuminated the face that could not be called handsome, reflecting the clear and firm lines of the face and the pair of small eyes.
This face was very ordinary and had no special features. However, when matched with the pair of small eyes, it became the most famous face in human society.
The venue, which was in a depressing silence, became even more silent than before when the light illuminated this face. Then, there was a tsunami-like exclamation!
The gambler patted his head in shock and roared, "It's that man!"
The waitress covered her mouth in disbelief and shock, trying not to scream. More people exclaimed with mixed emotions, "It's Xu Le! Why did he come to Bermuda? "
Descartes stood by the railing of the box and looked at the face under the light of the ring. He clearly saw the other side shaking his head at him. His body suddenly stiffened.
The cruel smile on his face had long disappeared, leaving only endless panic.
…
…
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
