The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 266 - 0266: Are You Here to Make a Joke?

Chapter 266: Chapter 0266: Are You Here to Make a Joke?

His arrogant demeanor left everyone in the boxing gym with no place to hide their shame.

After two matches, no one dared to challenge his sharpness.

An old master from one of the gyms finally couldn’t sit still anymore. With a stomp of his foot, he leaped directly over the ropes at the edge of the ring.

The crowd gasped in surprise, clapping and cheering, thinking that a master had arrived.

Chu Feng squinted at the old man, noting that he did indeed have some skills.

According to the Ancient Martial Realm, he could be considered a master.

The external training of sinew, bone, and skin marks the beginning.

He had surpassed this stage and reached the level where he was cultivating his inner strength.

The old man stepped up with his hands behind his back, exuding the air of a Grandmaster as he said, "What an arrogant foreigner, to dare belittle our Huaxia martial arts. Today, this old man will broaden your horizons."

Normally, someone of his stature would not engage in combat.

Let alone in this kind of setting.

If he won, people would say he was picking on the younger and seemingly as it should be, hardly causing any sensation.

If he lost, that’s when the insults would start.

Looking at the old man showing off every day, it turns out this is all he’s got, yet he still trains disciples.

Regardless, Chu Feng still gave the old man a thumbs-up.

Huaxia needs such people. It is only because of them that they can turn danger into safety when faced with foreign invasion, holding their backbone straight.

The young people around also cheered. Seeing Markus’s arrogant attitude just now, they also found him disagreeable.

Markus, with his arms crossed, said dismissively, "As you Huaxia people would say, I do not kill the nameless. Give me your name, so at least people will recognize you later!"

The old man took a deep breath, thinking this guy was intent on making him lose face completely.

But since he had asked, if the old man did not even dare to give his name, it would be a laughing matter.

With his fists held together, the old man coldly introduced himself, "I am a successor of Baji Fist, Lei Yuan!"

"Baji Fist?"

"Lei Zhen’s father?"

"Isn’t he the vice-president of the Binhai City Martial Arts Association?"

"A true master, definitely a master!"

The crowd began to talk, many showing surprise as they realized Lei Yuan was willing to take action.

Everyone thought, now this foreign devil is going to suffer a setback.

In the ways of Ancient Martial Arts, Baji Fist is one of the closest to actual combat.

As the old saying goes, "With Tai Chi, one achieves peace in the world; with Baji Fist, one shakes the heavens and earth!"

As for things like Tai Chi or Form and Intention, they involve too much routine, almost like mere performance.

Markus extended one hand towards Lei Yuan with a proud look on his face and said, "Old man, I’ll let you use one hand!"

Lei Yuan’s face turned red with anger, no one had ever spoken to him like that before.

He executed a Baji Fist punch, stepping forward as his right fist shot out.

With a ’bang,’ there was a sound in the air.

That was the sound of inner strength, releasing like a bow firing an arrow.

Markus met the punch with one of his own, neither dodging nor evading.

Boom!

The air wave generated by their fists simultaneously vibrated like a muffled explosion, making everyone in the audience widen their eyes.

They hadn’t expected that a mere collision of fists would produce such a sound.

The formidable force caused both Markus and Lei Yuan to stumble back two steps.

However old Lei Yuan might be, a fist fears the vigor of youth, even for an Ancient Martial Arts master with high inner strength.

Old age is still old age.

His fist visibly trembled, while Markus merely appeared calm, shaking his arms and continuing, "Old man, you are slightly better than your son."

"Arrogant!"

Lei Yuan snorted coldly, now having gauged his opponent.

He let go and engaged Markus with clever moves, their bodies entangled in the fight.

The six major techniques of Baji Fist, "Thrust, Embrace, Carry, Lift, Hang, and Entwine," were executed perfectly by him.

Markus still fought with one hand, exchanging rapid punches with Lei Yuan with a slap, slap, slap.

Lei Yuan launched his Mountain-Crushing Palm, from high to low, striking down fiercely.

Markus seized the right moment, incredibly blocking with his head, while simultaneously throwing a punch at Lei Yuan’s chest.

Bang, Bang!

With two resounding impacts, Markus’s head met the palm, and the tremendous force bent his legs.

Lei Yuan, however, took a punch to the chest, instantly feeling his breathing tighten, his face even turning a bit pale as he staggered back two steps on the stage.

Their eyes locked, Lei Yuan spat out a mouthful of blood, ultimately he had lost.

He knelt on the ground, clearly severely injured.

Disciples and doctors hurriedly carried him away.

Markus raised his right hand on the stage, laughing loudly, "Huaxia martial arts, that’s all there is to it. Who else? Who else dares to challenge me?"

Winning four bouts in a row, six more to go.

He would earn an additional million in prize money.

However, Markus didn’t care about the money.

What he relished was the feeling of superiority in defeating his enemies, the stronger the enemy, the more excited he became.

The crowd on the field fell silent for a moment; even a master of Ancient Martial Arts had been no use, let alone the lesser disciples.

Those who had bet on Lei Yuan winning now regretted it terribly—they would have made a fortune if they’d bet on the foreigner.

It seemed that patriotism and making money were two different matters.

While the foreigner might have been too arrogant, betting on him could have made money!

Under the leadership of Lin Jiahui and his entourage, the crowd burst into thunderous cheers, "Markus!"

"Markus!"

"Markus!"

Lin Yingying frowned as she watched, thinking to herself that her cousin was nothing but a traitor to his country.

So what if the foreigner won; what was there to be excited about?

Chu Feng watched, feeling deeply frustrated and wishing he could go up and teach the foreigner a lesson himself.

Long Fei held him back, instructing, "Carry me up there."

Chu Feng, with a black line crossing his head and worried, asked, "That foreigner isn’t easy to deal with, what are your chances of winning?"

Lin Yingying also expressed her concerns, "Maybe we should just endure it for now, and fight another day!"

Long Fei shook his head, insisting, "It’s fine, you guys believe in me!"

The two looked at each other, and seeing his determination, they chose to trust him.

If even they had no confidence in Long Fei, then his defeat was indeed certain.

Chu Feng carried Long Fei onto the stage, yelling at Markus, "Foreigner, don’t be in a hurry, my brother is coming to battle you!"

He set Long Fei down in the ring, where Long Fei rolled from below, sprawling spread-eagled on the stage.

Everyone in the stands instantly burst into laughter, shouting, "What the hell, are you kidding us?"

"Is this a drunken master or something?"

"Get down, don’t disgrace us Huaxia people!"

"Damn, your brother’s like this; he’s going to be killed!"

The crowd jeered, and even the bookmakers in the control room frowned, wondering how such a challenger had appeared.

The doctor came up and even checked Long Fei’s blood pressure.

Confirming he was okay, they finally let him stay in the ring.

The betting started, and the bookmakers boldly set the odds for Long Fei at 1:10, while Markus was set at 1:0.5.

Meaning if Long Fei won, you’d get tenfold the bet.

Markus would pay fifty cents on the dollar, very little to say the least.

Even so, everyone frantically placed bets on Markus.

Never mind his ability to fight, just his limp, drunk-like appearance was bound to be a guaranteed loss!