When Yang Mu arrived at the third underground floor, it was already very busy.
In the middle of the venue is a one-meter-high arena with hundreds of spectators surrounding it.
The only difference from ordinary boxing matches is that the clothes of these spectators appear to be more upscale.
Either they are men who look like successful people, or they are fashionable and beautiful women, talking to each other with smiles on their faces.
Yang Mu almost suspected that what was being held here was not a boxing match, but a banquet!
"These people are obviously here to watch the fun, not to compete. But being able to come here to watch the fun also represents a kind of strength!"
Yang Mu whispered to himself, looking around, he also found some figures with simple clothes and strong temperaments. Those who will take the stage to challenge later should be among these people.
"Interesting. I hope I can meet some real masters tonight!" Yang Mu was full of expectations.
Another ten minutes passed, and a beautiful girl holding a sign and a middle-aged host walked onto the stage. The scene became quiet, and everyone, including Yang Mu, looked over.
After the host's concise yet humorous opening remarks, boxing champion Bassong appeared like a hero, walking out of a secret door not far away and slowly taking the stage.
"Is this the underground boxing champion?"
Yang Mu looked at the underground boxing champion curiously.
I saw that he was not tall, only about 1.7 meters tall, but he was extremely strong, with bulging muscles and a powerful appearance.
His eyes are as sharp as knives, and once you look at him, you will know that he is a character who is extremely difficult to mess with.
Many women in the audience looked at Basong with passionate eyes.
The two beautiful women beside Yang Mu looked at Basong with longing faces.
"Qianqian, I heard that this underground boxing champion is not only good at fighting, but also very rich."
"Hehe, what, are you having sex?"
"Tch! There's nothing wrong with admitting this. Yes, I am in love with you. This is a real man, ten thousand times better than the Chinese men you usually see! Don't you think so?"
"Haha! If Basong knew that you were comparing China's soft-footed men with him, I would be so angry that he would vomit blood. In my opinion, this is the real master!
Look at our so-called Chinese martial arts masters, how can they have such a physique? If they really use their hands, Basong can kill a large number of them with one punch."
…
Amid everyone's discussion, Basong looked arrogant and did not speak from the beginning to the end.
Below the ring, someone shouted: "I heard that if you beat him, you can get 5 million Huaxia coins, right?"
The host on the stage nodded: "That's right! As long as you can defeat Basong, you will get 5 million Chinese coins! If you want to challenge on stage, you must sign an agreement first. In the underground arena, you have no eyes for fists and kicks, and you are responsible for all the consequences!"
"Very good, I'll sign!"
The person who just asked the question immediately said.
Yang Mu looked at the man. He was a big man with a height of over 1.8 meters. Although the muscles on his body were not as exaggerated as Basong's, he looked more burly and taller because of his height. There was a scar on the corner of his right eye, which made him look very tall.
A sturdy feeling.
After the man signed the agreement, the host took the girl holding the sign off the stage, leaving only the burly man and Basong on the stage.
"Can we start now..."
Just as the burly man was about to ask if he could start, he saw Bassong in front of him rushing towards him, as fast as a leopard rushing towards its prey.
"So fast!"
Under the ring, the expressions of countless people changed at the same time.
They felt their eyes blurred as Bassong had already rushed in front of the burly man.
boom!
Basong kicked the burly man in the chest. The burly man flew out of the ring like a kite with a broken string and hit the wall not far away, causing many spectators to scream.
The burly man fell to the ground, his chest was sunken, his flesh was bloody, and he was vomiting blood continuously from his mouth. He could no longer speak, and he stared at the boxing champion Bassong on the ring with eyes full of fear and anger.
The scene is dead silent!
No one expected that the burly man would lose so quickly, nor did they expect that the silent Basong would be so cruel, killing half of the man's life with one kick.
Looking at this situation, if it is not treated in time, it will be dead!
Basong looked around, raised the corners of his mouth, and said in somewhat broken Chinese dialect:
"As rumored by the international community, Chinese martial arts are just deceptive tricks. To be honest, I knew the Chinese were very weak, but I really didn't expect them to be so weak. They are simply the dregs in the trash can, among the waste.
Waste!"
He glanced at the burly man lying on the ground, full of disdain.
These words angered many people present.
"Fart! You have no martial virtue at all. If you attack someone before they are ready, what's the difference between you and a sneak attack?"
"When we compete in the ring, we have to pay attention to one point. Your attack is too cruel! Although your fists and kicks are blind, in the situation just now, you can obviously show mercy!"
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Many people were filled with indignation and had angry faces.
They naturally saw that Basong was stronger than the burly middle-aged man just now, and it was precisely because of this that they were even more annoyed.
Just now, Bassong could clearly knock the opponent off the ring, but he beat him until he vomited blood and broke several sternums. It was a bit too cruel!
Basong disagreed and sneered: "Martial virtue? That's all? Don't apply the stupid thinking of you Chinese people to me, who is so powerful.
Strong people don't need this nonsense! If you are not convinced, come on stage and have a fight with me. As long as you win, then I will take back my previous words."
Although the few people who had spoken just now were indignant, they did not answer the conversation at this time.
The fate of the burly man undoubtedly shocked everyone present.
Many people have understood that they are no match for the boxing champion Bassong, and the opponent's attacks are so cruel. If they take the stage, they will only end up with the same fate as the big man just now!
"Chinese men are indeed a bunch of cowards!"
When Basong saw this, his expression became even more disdainful, and he sneered, "No wonder, the Chinese women I've played with all said that Chinese men are not good, and they would rather pay for me than take advantage of a waste like you!"
Everyone present was from China. His words instantly angered all the men present. All kinds of curses continued to sound, and the scene became noisy.
Basong still looked calm and didn't take it seriously at all.
He looked at the group of guys in the audience who kept shouting and cursing, but no one had just come on stage, as if he was looking at a group of clowns jumping up and down.
In the crowd, Caitlin looked at the scene in front of her, her blood boiling, and she excitedly said to Shang Qingdai beside her:
"Mr. Shang, you see, Basong is just as powerful as I said! Although his words are unpleasant, they are true. You see, none of these Chinese men dare to go on stage. They are all suppressed by him.
If you find a boyfriend in the future, I really hope you find a foreign one! No Chinese man is worthy of an outstanding woman like you!"
boom!
The ground shook violently, and a figure rose from the ground, jumped onto the ring, and stood in front of Basong.