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Chapter 297 - 292 Movies (6000-Word - )

Chapter 297: 292 Movies (6000-Word Chapter)

Underground boxing isn’t just a casual "if-you-can-you-up" sport.

The bloody lessons of Tie Xie and the previous contestants were still vividly laid out before everyone’s eyes.

Bloodstains hadn’t dried inside the octagonal cage.

Shouting a few curses from the stands was one thing, but stepping into the ring could actually get someone killed!

Unlike those keyboard warriors, the spectator sitting in the northeast section didn’t seem to be joking. He took off his coat and, unhurried, walked from the dark viewing area towards the well-lit octagon, leaving behind only a nimble and resolute figure for the rest of the crowd.

Everyone’s eyes widened in shock, taken completely by surprise.

Cursing was one thing and detesting was another, but Gutian Xiaofu’s strength had been proven through the last three fights.

For a regular person to go up there was no different from offering up their head on a platter.

This guy is crazy?!

"Man’s got guts; no matter the result, I’m putting thirty thousand on him!"

"I’m betting fifty thousand!"

A monk might compete for a stick of incense, while a man battles for a breath of pride.

At this moment, the outcome didn’t seem to matter anymore.

However, as the emotionally swayed spectators tried to show their support through their actions, they found that the betting had already closed.

Perhaps it was due to insufficient information about the new contestant and an inability to accurately estimate his strength, leading the organizers not to open bets for this last boxing match.

"Master Jiang, he’s not..."

When that spectator climbed into the octagon, the stark white light hit his face, and Bai Haoran finally got a clear look at him.

Bai Haoran’s eyes widened in disbelief.

This man.

He seemed familiar!

Looking at that rugged face, which felt hauntingly familiar, Jiang Chen also showed a look of surprise.

That was clearly the man from the ’Demon Queen’ bar last time, Luo Li’er was being harassed by ruffians, and he arrived in a Lexus to solve the problem!

The moment the man got out of the car, he had easily knocked down two of Bai Haoran’s men, his entrance was nothing short of spectacular, leaving a deep impression on him.

If he remembered correctly, Luo Li’er had mentioned that his name was Liao Xiangdong and that he was a friend of Pei Yunxi.

He hadn’t expected to encounter him here again!

Jiang Chen and Bai Haoran exchanged glances, a surge of excitement lifting their gloomy moods.

They had witnessed Liao Xiangdong’s strength with their own eyes; even if the Dongying man was indeed formidable, Liao Xiangdong definitely had the strength to fight.

After entering the octagon, the host nodded at Liao Xiangdong before stepping out.

The air was thick with the smell of blood; any ordinary person entering would be nauseated.

Not everyone had the courage to confront Gutian Xiaofu after what had just transpired.

"Good, not all Shenzhou people are cowards."

Gutian Xiaofu cracked a smile.

Liao Xiangdong, expressionless, simply said, "Let’s begin."

Seeing his "nonchalant attitude," a dim light flashed in Gutian Xiaofu’s eyes, and he involuntarily licked the corner of his mouth before taking a greedy breath of blood-scented air.

"I admire your courage, so I’ll make you the most miserable death of the night."

Before his words even fell, he launched an aggressive attack, his movement as swift as his approach, the wind arriving before him, his hand slicing like a blade, accompanied by a thunderous shout, viciously aiming at Liao Xiangdong’s neck.

"Karate."

Bai Haoran watched intently.

The evening was a learning opportunity for him, too.

Jiang Chen glanced at him.

Karate, Taekwondo, Judo... these martial arts are now well-known to the average person, with dojos popping up everywhere, even elementary school kids throwing a few moves, which is why these martial arts have come to signify empty show.

But now, look at the stage.

Those ancient martial arts masters in novels, capable of moving objects through the air, are of course nonsensical, but in reality, there really are true masters of martial arts.

The reason why ordinary people find martial arts laughable is that they’ve not had the chance to witness them in action.

In the end, Kung Fu is fundamentally about killing!

As such, its practice is generally confined to the military or among certain special groups.

The palm strike of that cut was probably no less deadly than a real blade, and Gutian Xiaofu was clearly intent on showcasing his power by quickly dispatching his opponent.

Seeing that his opponent dared to enter the stage after witnessing his strength was proof enough that the man wasn’t merely a simple hothead.

Facing the danger calmly, Liao Xiangdong turned his head at the critical moment, narrowly avoiding the slashing palm, and simultaneously ducking low, his right hand curling into a fist, striking at Gutian Xiaofu’s ribs with no time to spare.

"Bang!"

Gutian Xiaofu’s face turned red, he stumbled backward uncontrollably for seven or eight steps, nearly crashing into the octagon before barely steadying himself.

"Nice!"

"Ha, ha!"

"Well done!"

"That’s the way!"

"Beat him to death!"

Shouts exploded around the arena.

The spectators, previously not hopeful, were now overjoyed, screaming so excitedly they nearly tore the roof off!

Gutian Xiaofu’s face darkened with fury, fixing his gaze on his opponent and subtly covering the spot on his ribs where he’d been hit.

"Ya!"

With a peculiar shout, he clenched his teeth, advanced with sliding steps, bent his knees, and thrust out his right leg, a sweeping leg kick flowing like water fiercely attacking his opponent’s lower body.

Liao Xiangdong didn’t try to resist; he retreated.

Undeterred, Gutian Xiaofu pursued and swung his legs back and forth like a broom, overwhelming his opponent.

Liao Xiangdong was quickly pushed back to the edge of the octagon, with no room to retreat.

A fierce and excited gleam flashed in Gutian Xiaofu’s eyes, and he funneled all his strength into his legs, intending to cripple his opponent with a kick, but the next moment left him stupefied.

Liao Xiangdong grasped the cage with his hand, his body leveraging against it to soar into the air, a move that seemed simple but required monstrous core strength, stunning all the onlookers in the stands into silence.