As expected, under the powerful temptation, there must be a brave soul.
No sooner had Fang Yizheng finished speaking than a cacophony erupted from below.
Having just emerged from the melee of a hundred fighters, many were still not convinced. After all, prevailing in such a free-for-all was often a matter of luck.
But Fang Yizheng only wanted to save time; with over four hundred people, it was impossible to let them pair off one by one for a bout—that would waste too much time.
A man who could stand out from a group of four hundred certainly had his own special skill.
The man who stepped onto the stage had a square face and a thick mustache; his explosive muscles were like those of a mighty dragon, brimming with formidable power.
Just walking a few steps, his stone-hard muscles tightly interwoven, their sheen of sweat glistening with power.
"I’m here to challenge!" the middle-aged man with the energy of a dragon and the agility of a tiger proclaimed arrogantly as he stepped onto the stage. "I’m not satisfied with the outcome of the battle just now. I got pushed off the stage."
"Well then, let’s see what you’ve got," Fang Yizheng made an exaggerated gesture, waving his hand at the four young men around the fight ring.
Though this fella was nearing seventy, he maintained himself exceptionally well.
Only his hair had turned white; his skin was as cared for as that of a middle-aged man.
"I want to challenge him!" the middle-aged strongman announced, pointing at one of the four young men.
"Be my guest," the youth he pointed at shrugged nonchalantly and walked to the center of the ring with an expressionless face. In the battle of a hundred just before, the young man had been as comfortable as a fish in water, barely facing any attacks. Even Zifeng had started to doubt, wondering if these four were playing a game of feigned weakness.
To watch them effortlessly and inconspicuously advance seemed suspicious.
Clearly a master, yet pretending to be a shrimp.
"Are you ready?" the muscular man struck an especially charming and cool fighting stance.
The young man with the hook nose on the other side of the ring relaxed with a smile, saying, "Ready anytime."
"Great! I’ll have you lying down when you leave today," the muscular man bellowed arrogantly, charging at the hook-nosed man with steps heavy as thunder.
The muscular man’s footing was steady, each step he took, and every blow he launched,
He aimed deadly at the opponent’s vital points, seeking to deliver a fatal blow.
But the hook-nosed youth, despite his slender build, moved more flexibly than a Spiritual Snake in the ring.
For every punch the muscular man threw, the hook-nosed could easily dodge.
At first there was some measure of testing between the two, but as the match drew on, the muscular man seemed to unleash all his strength.
And so, the two clashed together. The muscular man, as if chasing dragonflies, found the hook-nosed youth darting about the ring, dodging left and right.
Finally, the muscular man was streaming with sweat down his back, beginning to feel annoyed.
"What do you think, does this hook-nosed guy have any real skill?"
Lin Zifeng, half-smiling, looked at Black Hawk and Bu Chen from the railing on the second floor.
"Don’t know," Black Hawk answered, as straightforward as ever.
"I think this hook-nosed man has been suppressing his own strength all along. I haven’t seen him make any moves from beginning to end," Bu Chen’s gaze was sharp, and he quickly noticed the ploy, very much in line with Zifeng’s thoughts.
"I also think this bastard is playacting. I noticed him during the chaos of the hundred-men battle. Now it seems this guy must be hiding his true strength. He really is a tricky one," Long Yunfei cursed as he stared intently at the fight going on in the ring. He particularly disliked anyone who could pose even better than he could.
After batting back and forth for over ten minutes, the muscular man finally started to buckle under the sheer exhaustion. Pointing at the hook-nosed man, he exploded with curses: "Damn you, are you going to fight or not? Stop running like a headless chicken. What’s this, huh? I’m here for a contest, not to watch you catch mice."
On hearing this from the muscular man, the hundreds below burst into hearty laughter.
"Oh?" The hook-nosed man’s thick eyebrows raised slightly, a strange expression on his face as he looked at him.
"Then bring it on," the hook-nosed man said with a strange laugh, pointing at him.
"Damn it, watch how I cut you down!" Grinding his teeth, the muscular man tore off his sweat-soaked shirt, revealing his frightfully sturdy muscles that looked like iron.
Without another word, he took heavy steps, rushing with a fierce punch towards the hook-nosed man.
The hook-nosed man remained calm, watching quietly as the muscular man got closer and closer.
But just as the muscular man was about half a meter from the hook-nosed man, the hook-nosed man finally made his killer move.
The hook-nosed man’s whip kick shot out viciously, instantly pressing down on the muscular man’s shoulder like a mountain.
The overwhelming power hit the shoulder in a crushing blow.
The muscular man felt like it wasn’t the hook-nosed man’s thigh on his shoulder but a mountain weighing thousands of pounds.
It was so oppressive he could barely catch his breath.
The muscle man struggled to Visit NovelHub for more amazing novels and chapters. The muscle man grunted continuously, his face almost bursting with sweat.
Yet he couldn’t shake off the immense force transferred from the eagle-hooked man’s thigh.
"Can you handle it?" the eagle-hooked man sneered, his face full of a brimming smile that gave an eerie illusion.
"I can handle it, damn it!" The muscle man gritted his teeth, and large beads of sweat, like drops of water, streamed down from within his hair.
"Good, let’s add a bit more pressure." The smiling face of the eagle-hooked man slowly became rigid, as tremendous strength once again surged to the base of his thigh, adding endless pressure to the muscle man.
"I’ll destroy you!" The muscle man finally couldn’t bear the pressure any longer; with a loud roar, his arms tightly clenched into fists and hammered down on the eagle-hooked man’s thigh like two giant iron mallets.
The eagle-hooked man remained calm, his expression suddenly turned frosty.
The thigh resting on the muscle man’s shoulder suddenly pressed down hard, once again a massive force made the muscle man’s body sink further.
Before the muscle man could react, the thigh on his shoulder used the momentum to propel the eagle-hooked man into the air; his other foot, silent and forceful, aimed straight for the muscle man’s chin.
When the muscle man saw a foot shadow attacking toward his chin, he was terrified to his core!
But no matter how he tried to resist, the thigh on his shoulder made it difficult for him to move a fraction!
It wasn’t until the eagle-hooked man soared into the air and kicked his other large creepy foot on the muscle man’s chin, that the muscle man’s body was finally thrown out.
The muscle man screamed, his chin completely smashed, his teeth nearly all kicked out, his mouth a bloody mess. His entire mouth was deformed.
But it seemed the eagle-hooked man had no intention of letting him go.