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Chapter 699 - 677:

Chapter 699: Chapter 677:

Facing the sneers and jibes of the audience, Ye Chen remained composed. He understood the prejudice foreigners had against him, as well as their disdain. With a faint smile, he then kicked off with his legs, flipping directly into the air and onto the ring. As he did so, a burst of gasps erupted from the spectator seats. Compared to Jones’s entrance, Ye Chen was clearly more relaxed and more stylish. He flipped onto the ring that was over a meter high, and with the addition of the guardrails, it totaled more than two meters, nearly three. He simply flipped up there with ease.

"Oh, God, this little Chinese dude seems to have some strength!" Everyone let out bursts of astonishment.

"Hmph, no matter what, he can’t possibly win. I believe Jones will definitely blow him away!" Those who had placed their bets on Jones began to shout. They didn’t want to see Jones die like that, no way! So many people had bet on Jones. If Jones lost, many people at the scene would go bankrupt; they were all in. If they lost, they’d have nothing left.

"That’s right, Jones is the man; he has never lost before!" People began to boost their own spirits.

Up on the ring, the referee stepped forward, explained the rules of the match, and then announced the start. Jones and Ye Chen locked eyes, staring at each other. Jones’s eyes emitted a cold gleam, as if he wanted to slaughter Ye Chen on the spot. But Ye Chen, still leisurely smoking a cigarette with one hand in his pocket, looked as undisturbed as an ancient well.

"Kid, you still have time to kneel and beg for mercy," Jones said with a trace of uncertainty. Ye Chen’s gaze and his composed aura made Jones feel a chilling fear. He was scared, yes, Jones’s heart had begun to fear. But to maintain his dignity as a strong man, he had to steady his mind; he had to appear even more composed. He knew that once he showed fear, once he panicked, he would have already lost.

"No, the one who should be begging is you!" Ye Chen suddenly raised his forefinger, shook it, and said very pretentiously, "From the entrance to here, there are a total of sixty-four steps. I’ll give you one minute to get lost, otherwise, you’ll have no chance to escape!"

"Is that so?" Jones snorted coldly. He began to doubt Ye Chen; he was convinced that Ye Chen was just pretending to be calm and composed. He couldn’t believe that there was someone in the entire United States who could beat him.

But in his heart, Jones could never forget what his coach once told him—never try to fight a Chinese master, as China was a land of wonders with their kung fu full of unpredictable changes, and masters as numerous as the clouds.

So, inside, Jones was somewhat fearful. Gritting his teeth, he said coldly, "Then bring it on!"

Ye Chen hooked up a smile, still with the cigarette in his mouth. He casually plucked the cigarette butt, flicked his middle finger, and sent it flying viciously at Jones. Jones was caught off guard, and the cigarette butt hit him hard in the eye, causing him to howl in pain.

"Oh, damn, what’s happening to Jones?" A tumult arose among the spectators; the little Chinese guy had actually managed to repel Jones with just a cigarette butt. Everyone found it too bizarre. Was it because Jones was too careless, or because the little Chinese guy was too awesome?

"Jones, pull yourself together and kill this little Chinese dude for me!" The audience shouted.

Rubbing his eye, Jones glared at Ye Chen and said, "Bastard, how dare you hurt someone with a hidden weapon?!"

"Oh, it was just a cigarette butt, after all. I always have to throw it away before a fight, right? Who knew it would land right on you!" Ye Chen sneered, adding, "For that... I’m really sorry!"

"Bastard, I’m going to kill you!" Jones, gnashing his teeth, charged like a frantic lion.

"Jones, finish him, finish him!"

"Jones, you’ve got this. Kill this bastard and show him how tough we Americans are!"

The audience finally saw Jones erupt and got wildly excited. Their blood boiled along with Jones’s outburst. They screamed crazily, hoping to see a bloody scene. Everyone has a violent side within them, becoming incredibly cruel and terrifying at the sight of blood. They believed in slaughter; they reveled in butchery.

"Roar..." Jones swung his massive fists, aiming a crushing blow at Ye Chen.

"Hmph!" Ye Chen snorted, ducked his head, slipped a step, and instantly moved behind Jones. Using his left foot as a pivot, his right leg whipped up fiercely, and he leveraged the spin to soar into the air. Ye Chen’s right leg and left formed a straight line, eliciting exclamations from the crowd.

Bang...

His right leg landed forcefully on the back of Jones’s head, striking almost the entire area from the back of the head to the cervical spine. With a single kick, he sent Jones flying. Jones’s large body tumbled across the ground and finally came to rest motionless on the side.

Hisss...

The crowd was in an uproar, everyone went utterly silent. Ye Chen, this kid from China, had actually defeated his opponent with a single move. And this opponent was the US freestyle fighting champion, someone who had nearly dominated the entire United States, with no one as his match. Now, this guy, whom the Americans had touted as a master, was actually kicked to the ground by a guy from China and couldn’t get up again.

The arena was dead silent. The Eight Hidden Generals also let out a sigh of relief. Xiao Bai grinned and said, "It seems that this so-called US master is merely so-so. He dares to be arrogant in front of Brother Chen, he’s just asking for death!"

"Ha-ha, Brother’s power is not to be underestimated!" Haozi laughed heartily.

At that moment, a referee immediately went over and bent down beside Jones, shouting, "Ten, nine, eight..."

As the referee was counting down, an assistant hastily pulled out an injection from his bag and quickly administered it into Jones’ body. Jones revived leisurely, drawing in several cold breaths, "Oh damn, that hurts so much, I’m going to slaughter you!"

Saying this, Jones immediately got up from the ground and turned to walk towards Ye Chen. Ye Chen hooked a smile and said, "What did you inject?"

"Stimulant!" Jones didn’t even try to hide it, "In the Underground Boxing Ring, stimulants are legal. Why don’t you have a go too?"

Jones’ eyes were bloodshot. It was clear that under the influence of the stimulant, he had become violent, bloody, and bloodthirsty. Ye Chen shook his head and said, "Forget it, the next move will make you not wake up ever again. I suggest you better surrender!"

"Kid, you’re too naive!" Jones gritted his teeth and immediately charged crazily towards Ye Chen. With the stimulant pumping through him, Jones’ speed and strength were clearly faster. He sprinted at Ye Chen with great speed. As he grew close to Ye Chen, he suddenly leaped high and delivered a flying kick from Indian Boxing.

If an ordinary person were to be hit by this kick, they would undoubtedly burst open and die, because this kick contained Jones’ maximum power. His mass had transformed into force, and coupled with the power he naturally unleashed, this kick’s force was definitely over 1,500 kg. Being hit by such a force, one would not die would be left disabled.

Ye Chen not only didn’t dodge but instead charged up to meet him. He, too, launched a back kick, and the two fiercely collided foot to foot.

Crack...

A crisp sound rang out, and it was unclear whose bone had broken. Both men landed, Jones was kneeling halfway, while Ye Chen’s eyes were bloodshot. His entire being charged up once more, aiming for Jones’ head, Ye Chen executed a flying kick, his toes viciously hitting Jones’ head. That kind of flying kick, concentrating all his body’s power into one point, immediately knocked Jones down on the spot. Blood spilled everywhere. There were no cries of anguish, no roars, no pained moans...

There was only silence; only the breath-holding of all the spectators on site; only the sound of Ye Chen heavily breathing.

"Oh my God, Jones is finished!" the referee immediately shouted. "Call the medics!"

"Damn, Jones lost!" a spectator suddenly yelled out. "My money, my money!"

It wasn’t just one person; everyone on site started to feel sorrowful. Most people had their money on Jones, only a very few had bet on Ye Chen, and among this minor group, most were Chinese who had bet based on Ye Chen’s background. But when they saw that Ye Chen won, they immediately regretted, "Damn, why didn’t I bet more?"

"Ha-ha, brothers, harvest season has come!" Feng Zhi Xiao laughed heartily, immediately leading everyone towards the betting station. The Blonde saw the group and instantly said with envy, "Wow, you guys won, you’ve made a fortune!"

"Hehe, that was to be expected!" Zhi Xiao laughed buoyantly.

"So... how do you plan to cash out?" the beauty grinned and said, "How about I deposit it into your bank account?"

"No need, cash is fine!" Zhi Xiao kept laughing, "But a cash amount of just over twenty million, we can still carry that!"

"Alright, I’ll prepare the cash for you, but it will take some time!" the Blonde flirted with a wink and then asked, "Handsome, can you treat me to a few drinks tonight?"

"Of course!" Zhi Xiao laughed heartily.