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Chapter 609 - 392 The position is a bit weird_3

Chapter 609: Chapter 392 The position is a bit weird_3

"What are you saying?" Brother Biao looked expectantly at Meng Lang.

"Su Hang Residence, it’s not easy!"

Meng Lang said, and with a smile, he turned and entered the office, casually closing the door behind him.

Su Hang Residence, it’s not easy?

Looking at the closed door, Brother Biao furrowed his brows, trying to decipher the meaning behind those words in his mind...

His fingers unconsciously stroked the paper bag in his hand, when suddenly enlightenment struck!

Could it be the master took the money actually because...

I knew it! There must be a deep meaning behind the master’s actions!

...

"Gu~" Zheng Wan swallowed nervously.

Thanks to Meng Lang’s earlier remark "my friend, come in and tour," the two of them were completely mistaken for being there specifically to watch the fight.

And since it was Xiao Meng who personally led them there, they naturally received VIP treatment to the max!

At this moment, Zheng Wan and Tang Xiaoqi were seated in the very center below the ring, the prime C position in the spectator seats.

The key issue was, they were surrounded by a bunch of tattooed brutes, the pressure was such as if two pure little lambs had wandered into a wolf pack...

"Big brother, is this a regular match held by the boxing gym? Why aren’t they wearing any protective gear? And also, who is the Hero of Guanzhong? Is it some golden belt boxer’s nickname?"

Hearing Tang Xiaoqi by his side still excitedly bombarding a bald guy with a face full of scars, tattoos of a blue dragon on the left and a white tiger on the right, with questions,

Zheng Wan was on the verge of tears!

Such mental fortitude...

It’s no wonder she’s the one I like, indeed beautiful and heroic!

"Go, Ah Xing!"

"Beat him flat!"

"Show him what you’re made of!"

While his mind was still wandering, Ah Xing and Xiang Wenlong had already charged at each other on the stage!

"Bang!" "Bang! Bang!" "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Ah!" Zheng Wan gasped internally, wanting to look away, and yet, gradually, he found himself unable to stop his eyes from widening...

This was undoubtedly a bone-crushing, flesh-pounding bout of passion between men.

Both fighters trained in hard styles, and though Xiang Wenlong wasn’t as physically imposing, he was in no way inferior to the towering Ah Xing in terms of speed and power.

Right from the get-go, it was an uncompromising clash of force!

"Bang!" "Bang! Bang!"

Sweat droplets glittering under the spotlight, the rippling muscles during the fighters’ movements, had an unexpected violent beauty to them, stirring the adrenaline in the onlookers’ hearts!

The dull thuds of fists and bodies colliding were like war drums, making Zheng Wan’s heart seem to tremble in rhythm...

He had only ever watched some boxing matches on TV but never imagined that watching up close would be so heart-stoppingly thrilling.

His eyes were glued to the two men on the stage.

He was a victim of violence and also an opponent of violence.

Having excelled in both character and learning since childhood, he had never gotten into a physical altercation.

But amidst the surrounding roars and cheers, and the blood and flying fists on stage, for a moment, he felt as though the passion in his heart, cooled down for many years, began to boil...

For the first time, he experienced this ultimate aesthetic of violence.

To strive, for nature has its rules; to fight, until my existence fades!

For the first time, he deeply understood that strength does not always have to be used to bully the weak, it can also be used to protect oneself...

A new world’s door... opened up to him...

"Wow~ so powerful! So cool!" Tang Xiaoqi screamed, completely forsaking any ladylike image.

Zheng Wan: "..."

...

Half an hour later.

The door to the manager’s office opened again.

Master Li, who was much rosier in the face than before, walked out first.

He took a deep breath, the smoothness of it making him unable to help but smile.

"Thanks, Divine Doctor Meng! I haven’t felt this relaxed in many years!"

"Hehe! Stop calling me a divine doctor, you’re an elder, just call me Xiao Meng!

Master Li, you should take it easy for a while, and it’s best not to travel long distances.

Come here for acupuncture once a week, and follow the herbal prescription I gave you to nourish your blood and qi. In about one or two months, your old illness should be greatly alleviated."

Master Li wanted to thank him again, but suddenly heard a gasp from the direction of the ring nearby.

Turning his head, his face instantly changed.

He saw his disciple half-kneeling on the ring, one hand twisted unnaturally, his forehead beading with sweat.

"Lei Zi!"

...

"Crack!"

With a pull and a twist, the dislocated arm was set back in place.

"It’s okay now, just a dislocated joint, nothing serious."

Hearing Meng Lang’s words, Master Li finally relaxed.

Li Lei moved his arm, his face showing a hint of shame.

"Master Meng, I’m sorry. I didn’t expect the opponent to actually be skilled in the Shaolin Tendon-Splitting Bone-Crushing Hand..."

The Tendon-Splitting Bone-Crushing Hand?

There really are such secret techniques? Meng Lang admitted to feeling impressed and bewildered.

Ah Xing was also wincing as he moved his newly set joint; differently, he had a leg taken out and was still cramping...

Both of them were a bit bruised, but their spirits seemed alright, both still able to angrily glare at Xiang Wenlong.

Xiang Wenlong sat on the ground resting; seeing their unsatisfied expressions, he simply gave a haughty smile.

"Heh! I’ll give you that!"

Except for the nosebleed that hadn’t stopped, somewhat ruining his masterful appearance.

It was clear that, though they fought hard, neither wanted to kill.

"So, did I prove myself? That I’m not just a nobody? When can I challenge the Hero of Guanzhong?" Xiang Wenlong looked towards Meng Lang.