The Supreme Wild Young Master
Chapter 332: Taking on the Black Fist Club Alone_1

Chapter 332: Chapter 332: Taking on the Black Fist Club Alone_1

Zhang Xian saw that there were only a few people in the boxing ring, two of whom were staring at him intently. He was intrigued.

In his opinion, the Black Fist Club had caught Wang Zhong in order to lure him out. Now that he had come, there were just a few people in the ring. Were they unprepared or overly confident?

"You little..."

Big Head glared at Zhang Xian and roared, "What the hell are you doing here? Are you lost?"

Zhang Xian looked at Big Head, "If this is the Black Fist Club, then I’m not lost."

Big Head’s mouth twitched unnaturally a few times, his eyes narrowing slightly, "So, you’re here to rescue Wang Zhong?"

"Yes." Zhang Xian’s gaze moved from Big Head to Da Meng, he smiled and said, "You must be the boss of the Black Fist Club, right? I’m here now, what do you plan to do?"

A glint flashed in Da Meng’s eyes, he said with a smirk, "You little guy, you dare to come here alone to save someone, I have to admire your guts!"

Zhang Xian tilted his head, looking at Da Meng out of the corner of his eye, "Actually, I’m quite a coward."

Da Meng’s eyebrows furrowed tightly like caterpillars, "You’re a coward and yet you dare to come here alone? Who forced you?"

Zhang Xian shook his head, said disdainfully, "No one forced me. You guys are just too weak, you can’t do anything to me, so I strolled in."

Da Meng’s brows pinched, a palpable killing intent burst forth from his eyes. This little punk, looking down on their Black Fist Club?

When Big Head heard this, he was about to explode, "Kid, what the hell did you say?"

Zhang Xian enunciated each word, "I said, you guys are really weak."

"Bah..." Big Head roared, charging towards Zhang Xian like a human machine, "Kid, you have successfully angered me. Today, I will make you die horribly."

Zhang Xian stood in place, calmly watching Big Head rapidly rushing towards him, not a crease in his brow.

As Big Head neared, he suddenly held out a hand, "Wait a moment."

Big Head skidded to a halt, sneering, "What? You’ve come to your senses, see the difference between us and want to beg for mercy?"

Zhang Xian curled his lip, looking at Big Head with disdain, "You’re really full of yourself, who gave you such confidence? These useless muscles?"

Big Head’s eyebrows bristled, his eyes nearly popping out in anger, "Stinking brat, what did you say? I dare you to repeat that!"

"Isn’t it?" Zhang Xian’s gaze flicked to the side, then back at Big Head, "There should be more than just you guys here, right? I feel like there are quite a few people hidden around here. Since you came prepared, why not call them out and save me some time? Just you on your own aren’t even enough to warm me up."

"Ah... I’m going to tear you apart!"

Big Head was fuming, he had reached his limit. His fist swung towards Zhang Xian’s head, creating a gust of wind, like a meteor falling to earth.

Zhang Xian took a step forward, effortlessly caught the oncoming fist as if it were nothing more than a small ball falling from the sky, his face filled with disdain, "You dare to flaunt such pathetic power?"

As he said this, he lashed out with a kick, hitting Big Head right in the stomach.

Under the force of the impact, Big Head’s massive body flew backward like a cut kite, crashing into a wall and passing out.

"What the hell..." Da Meng jumped in shock, his expression like he’d seen an alien.

He knew Big Head was no champion, but he was no pushover either. Despite defeating many competitors in the Black Boxing World, how could he be taken down so quickly?

Did this seemingly delicate young man have to be so badass? Was he even human, could they still have a decent fight?

To become a black boxing master, you need at least ten to twenty years of grueling training and practical combat experience. This young man in front of him couldn’t be older than twenty or so, right? Even if he had been practicing martial arts in the womb, day and night, he couldn’t possibly be this incredible! He’d taken down their club’s best fighter with just one hit.

"Damn, Brother Xian is really amazing?"

Wang Zhong’s eyes widened as if he was frozen in place, sitting there dumbfounded.

He’d seen Zhang Xian fight before, but those were against minor characters. They weren’t compelling benchmarks. All he knew was that Zhang Xian was formidable, but he didn’t know how formidable.

This time, having seen him fight a skilled black boxing master, Wang Zhong realized how much he had underestimated Zhang Xian. He was far more formidable than Wang Zhong had imagined.

"So? You don’t want to call for backup?"

Zhang Xian looked at Da Meng with a slight smile, "If you don’t call for backup, my next target is you. I believe you won’t be able to withstand a single hit from me."

"Bro... Brother, let’s... let’s talk things out."

Da Meng swallowed hard, trying to force a smile. "Actually, there’s no bad blood between us. There’s no need for things to get hostile. We can talk things through."

"Of course, there’s nothing in this world that can’t be talked out, it just depends on how sincere you are."

Zhang Xian laughed, "Alright then! I’ll make a simple condition. If you agree, we can negotiate further. If not, I’ll beat you until you do."

After calculating in his mind, Da Meng asked, "What’s the condition?"

Zhang Xian squinted his eyes, shining with a sharp light, "Simple, as long as your Black Fist Club acknowledges me as the supreme authority."

"What?" Da Meng’s eyes widened.

What did this guy mean? Was he trying to outright absorb their Black Fist Club? Could he not be such a badass?

Zhang Xian watched Da Meng, "What’s the matter? You don’t agree? If that’s not your intention, call all your men out, I’ll fight until you surrender."

Da Meng’s mouth twitched unnaturally, he shouted, "Damn it, all of you get out."

Instantly, numerous people rushed out from the surrounding rooms, about twenty or thirty in total. Although the ones leading appeared slightly thin, their muscles were tight, showing strength.

Zhang Xian scanned the crowd, revealing a cold smile, "That’s all you’ve got? If this is all of the forces of your Black Fist Club, I suggest you better not fight."

Da Meng said coldly, "This is not the full force of our Black Fist Club, but it represents our core strength. If you win, I, Da Meng, will be the first to follow you."

"Boss..." The others were greatly shocked.

Even though they were in the room earlier, they had witnessed the fight and knew that the man before them was not simple.

To take down Big Head in one move, even if they outnumbered him, they might not get a good result. Among them, there were two who could defeat Big Head, but they would have to fight fiercely to determine the winner.

"I’m speaking on my behalf, whether you follow or not is up to you," Da Meng waved his hand, cutting off everyone’s words.

Zhang Xian had already made his declaration, he must fight until they surrender. If they lost and didn’t surrender, there was only one outcome: being beaten to death by Zhang Xian.

Since there was no room for choice, why not reduce his suffering?

Zhang Xian smiled slightly, "Alright, I’ll let you guys strike first."

Da Meng watched Zhang Xian, and after a frown, his hands trembling slightly, he slowly stepped back. This battle concerned his future. Either keep going or become a subordinate.

"Ah..."

A middle-aged man suddenly roared, like an angry lion, rushing towards Zhang Xian.

The others were not far behind, all displaying their full strength without reservation, charging towards Zhang Xian without looking back.

"This Da Meng’s leadership over his subordinates isn’t too shabby, quite unified. Far unlike those five losers from the Mu family, no wonder they grew so quickly. My initial choice of the Black Fist Club as my direct force was indeed correct, the others were too inferior." Zhang Xian laughed and instead of retreating, he accurately plunged into the crowd, starting a counterattack like a wolf among a flock of sheep.

Da Meng watched anxiously from the side, the more he watched, the more shocked he became.

Having led the Black Fist Club for several years, he was clear about his own strength, second only to the Qiu Family in Sunset Town. Before the fight, he had a bit of hope.

Now, he had no hope for the fight. In the battle, no one could get close to Zhang Xian.

"Who the hell is this guy? Why is he so powerful?"

Da Meng looked at Zhang Xian who was in the fight, whispering with a furrowed brow, "Putting aside whether this guy has used his full strength, with the strength he’s shown now, there is no one in Sunset Town who can match him. It seems, Sunset Town is about to change, this guy’s subjugation of our Black Fist Club must mean that he intends to unify Sunset Town, the end is near for the other three families."

"Damn! How powerful is Brother Xian exactly?" Wang Zhong was dumbfounded.

If he was shocked before, now seeing Zhang Xian taking on thirty opponents, several of them being masters, and still not falling behind, he didn’t know how to describe his feelings.

This was definitely a pace set to defy heaven.

"Damn it! How is this guy so strong?"

A Black Fist expert gritted his teeth, struggling, "If it weren’t for the others holding him off, I might already be down."

"This guy’s speed is so fast, can’t trace his moves at all." Another Black Fist expert was also scared by Zhang Xian’s strength, even losing the courage to fight.

In his view, they would definitely lose this fight, and it really sucked to be suppressed like this.

"Everyone stop!"

Da Meng gave up, he screamed, "Everyone stop, it’s no use. We are absolutely not this man’s match."

The crowd didn’t want to fight any longer, they couldn’t win anyway. Bravery is to struggle in the face of possible victory, not giving up. But struggling without any chance of victory is not bravery, it’s stupidity. Regardless of the outcome, why not liberate ourselves earlier? In this world, miracles hardly ever happen and are unreliable.

"Not fighting anymore?"

Zhang Xian stopped, saying, "So, does this mean you all agree to follow me?"