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Chapter 298 - 292 Movies (6000-Word - )_2

Chapter 298: 292 Movies (6000-Word Chapter)_2

Jiang Chen also felt slightly dazed, as if he were watching an action blockbuster.

In movies, such scenes are not considered exaggerated, but one must remember, they are acted out.

Perhaps those martial arts stars are physically fit, but those seemingly hearty and vigorous fight scenes are the result of countless repetitions and rehearsals.

Yet in the octagon cage, there were no scripts or cooperation, only reliance on reflexes.

Without exaggeration, if that male star who often plays martial arts masters on screen were called here, he likely would be beaten to death within a few moves.

Looking up at Liao Xiangdong "hanging" on the octagon cage, Gutian Xiaofu also felt a bit dizzy, but in that brief moment of distraction, his neck was already entwined by two legs.

With a fierce twist, the suspended Liao Xiangdong ignored his struggles, wrapping his legs around Gutian Xiaofu’s neck and flinging him out.

Gutian Xiaofu spun half a turn in the air, then smashed heavily onto the ground, sprawled out like a turtle, in a most embarrassing state.

"Haha, weren’t you acting all tough?!"

"Bark again!"

"A petty invader dares to swagger on the land of Shenzhou! Don’t know the word ’death’?"

"Look at you, dog, what are you lying there for? Get up!"

The spectators felt immensely satisfied, relishing the beating of the fallen enemy.

Whether out of anger or due to his injuries, Gutian Xiaofu vomited a mouthful of thick blood.

The jeers and mocking grew louder.

"Ah!!!"

With a ferocious expression, Gutian Xiaofu slapped the ground and somehow leaped up again, like an indestructible cockroach.

"Bang."

Liao Xiangdong had just landed, not yet steady, when Gutian Xiaofu, like a rabid and frenzied dog, bloodlust in his eyes, charged at him.

"Small..."

Jiang Chen tensed up for the other man, as Liao Xiangdong’s gaze narrowed and he dodged the lethal claws, countering with a punch.

A precise uppercut.

"Crack!"

Like a slow-motion sequence, Gutian Xiaofu’s head snapped back, his feet involuntarily lifted off the ground, flying nearly two meters high before crashing down like a sandbag.

"Gurgle gurgle..."

Like a faucet whose valve had broken, blood ceased to stop flowing from his mouth; Liao Xiangdong’s punch had inflicted severe damage, his jaw visibly collapsed inward, the bone likely shattered completely.

No one sympathized or felt pity, watching him bleed profusely, everyone was excited and jubilant, yelling their approval.

Although the match was not yet over, the outcome was already clear.

With such severe trauma, Gutian Xiaofu had no chance of turning the tables.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

...

All the thousands of spectators spoke as one.

Their voices rose wave upon wave.

Driven by their hatred for Gutian Xiaofu’s earlier arrogance and their animosity towards that nation, everyone wished for his death.

Circumstances change people.

In such an atmosphere, even Jiang Chen didn’t find the people around him too excessive.

It seemed only natural to kill this arrogant man from Dongying.

Amid the shouts of the audience, Liao Xiangdong, who already had victory in his grasp, walked towards Gutian Xiaofu with casual and unhurried steps.

Gutian Xiaofu struggled to turn over, even raising his hand, a simple gesture, became extremely difficult.

"I, I concede..."

Accompanied by his slurred speech, blood kept spilling from his mouth, presenting a shocking sight.

"Concede?"

"Coward!"

"Where is your Dongying samurai spirit?!"

The audience was not pleased; on the contrary, they were enraged and insulted.

After all, in underground boxing, life and death are disregarded, but once an opponent concedes, you cannot kill them,

which means that Gutian Xiaofu’s seemingly disgraceful surrender actually saved his life.

Even the lowliest creature will fight for survival, let alone a human?

Hadn’t Tie Xie done the same just a while ago?

Gutian Xiaofu’s act of concession undoubtedly declared the end of the bout.

Liao Xiangdong halted his advance, looking down from above at Gutian Xiaofu on the ground.

He said nothing.

But it was as if everything had been said.

Then, Liao Xiangdong turned around and, with composure, walked towards the exit of the octagon.

But at that very moment, an unexpected change occurred!

The seemingly gasping Gutian Xiaofu’s eyes were blood-red and his face contorted with malice, in an underhanded attempt to strike from behind.

"Be careful!"

The spectators were shocked, calling out a warning.

Liao Xiangdong, as though he had eyes in the back of his head, narrowly dodged at the last second, simultaneously sweeping his leg backwards and knocking Gutian Xiaofu, who was at the end of his strength, to the ground.

"Bang!"

"I concede..."

The heavily fallen Gutian Xiaofu shamelessly cried out again after his failed sneak attack, as if using those words as a talisman.

"Concede your ass!"

"Slaughter him!"

"Filthy man from Dongying, break his limbs, drag him out to feed the dogs!"

The crowd was inflamed.

"I, I concede..."

Gutian Xiaofu kept repeating.

But this time, Liao Xiangdong no longer paid any attention.

"I have already conceded, you can’t..."

Beneath Gutian Xiaofu’s trembling and widening eyes, Liao Xiangdong lifted his foot and stomped on his head.

"Bang!"

Blood sprayed, splattering everywhere.

While Gutian Xiaofu’s body was still twitching mechanically, there was no longer any sound.

After a brief silence, cheers like a tidal wave erupted in the arena.

Jiang Chen took a light breath.

It was then that the all-white-clad host finally appeared, beaming a radiant smile, and announced the outcome of the match with his usual staccato intonation.

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Back in the underground garage and settled into the car, Jiang Chen’s mind was like boiling water, still unable to calm down even now.