My Wife, The Ice Queen President-Chapter 487 - : Fist Tournament (Third update)_1

Chapter 487: Fist Tournament (Third update)_1

As the five fists hit his body, Hei Long’s muscles quivered and a surge of strength was sent out, flinging all five men through the air to crash onto the ground.

The arena went silent in shock for a moment.

The disparity in strength was too great.

“I let you each have one punch earlier, now it’s my turn to make a move. Come on, show me all the strength you’ve got!” Hei Long bellowed.

The five boxers got up and charged at Hei Long again.

Regrettably, the boxers’ strength was too weak; their fists striking Hei Long were as irritating as a scratch, and their kicks didn’t move him an inch.

“Damn, they’re not even in the same league.”

“Watching Hei Long’s match, nobody really expected to make money, it’s about watching him beat down weaklings.”

The crowd started making noise.

After ten seconds, the first boxer went down, his organs ruptured by Hei Long’s punch.

After thirty seconds, the second boxer went down, his leg broken by a kick from Hei Long.

After one minute, the third boxer fell, lifted by Hei Long and smashed to the ground.

Two minutes later, came the fourth.

At the three-minute mark, the fifth.

In three minutes, all five boxers lay on the ground severely injured, almost all of them critically.

At this point, there was only one person left standing in the ring: that idiot.

The five boxers were carried off for medical treatment, and the ring was now left with only Ye Xiong facing Hei Long.

“What a waste of time.”

Hei Long spat out a mouthful of saliva, glanced at the boxers being carried away, and then beckoned Ye Xiong with a finger.

As long as he took down this idiot and completed the task Boss Wang had given him, he could return and get it on with Xia Wa.

He had wanted to take a nice bath before enjoying himself, but since he hadn’t even broken a sweat, what was the point of taking a bath?

Too weak.

Hei Long signaled to Ye Xiong, but Ye Xiong ignored him, still standing as if deep in thought.

“Kill him, beat the idiot until he’s even dumber.”

“Destroy this foreigner.”

“Cripple his junk.”

The crowd below began cheering and screaming.

“You think I’ll let you off if you don’t come over?”

Like a wild bull, Hei Long charged directly, planning to grab Ye Xiong and break his limbs.

Just as he was about to reach Ye Xiong, suddenly Ye Xiong moved.

A straight kick!

A simple, practical move that even a child would understand.

Hei Long didn’t take the kick seriously and didn’t bother to dodge it.

The five well-known boxers earlier couldn’t move him at all, let alone this idiot.

However, the next moment, he felt an explosive force, and his body, weighing more than eighty kilograms, flew through the air to land on his rear, the imprint of a shoe left on his chest muscles.

There was dead silence in the arena.

The cheers were cut off as if sliced through by a Great Saber.

A bottle of Mineral Water dropped to the floor with a distinct sound, as a spectator, stunned by the dashing kick, couldn’t even hold onto their water.

Hei Long was actually kicked and sent flying.

How much strength must have been in that simple kick?

Was this really an idiot?

A few seconds later, someone in the crowd finally made a sound.

“Su Youqian, beat him to death.”

“So what if he’s number one on the ranking? He’s still human, and humans can be defeated.”

“Dare to look down on us, outsiders, beat the crap outta that big black ox.”

“Beat the crap outta that big black pig.”

“Beat the crap outta that big black dog.”

Sometimes, a single sentence can change many people’s thoughts.

Just a moment ago, everyone was thinking about winning money, but the next moment, it escalated into a verbal war between the locals and outsiders.

Don’t forget, among those watching the match, a portion was from out of town, and the words of those local gamblers just now directly hurt their pride.

You can lose money, but you can’t lose face.

Moreover, finally having someone able to go up against Hei Long and make the match interesting, how could these people not be excited?

At that instant, the atmosphere in the arena once again surged to an unprecedented height.

Xia Youcai was so excited he almost cried; the man who had been near the brink of despair was suddenly filled with a ray of hope for victory.

On the stage, Hei Long clumsily got up from the ground, glaring fiercely at Ye Xiong in front of him, his heart filled with shock.

The kick just now had the force of several hundred pounds, and the other party had done it casually without preparation. If it had been executed with preparation or during a sprint, that kick could have easily injured him.

“Didn’t expect to encounter a decent opponent,” he thought.

Hei Long stood up, and as his pectoral muscles twitched, the shoe print on his chest disappeared.

He walked up to Ye Xiong, gesturing with his hand.

“You think you can hurt me like that, idiot? Come and hit me!”

Ye Xiong charged forward, striking at Hei Long without any finesse or technique, relying solely on his body’s instincts to make his moves.

The stage was set for a fierce dragon and tiger battle.

This round of fighting, compared to the one-sided match earlier, was much more exciting, with both sides equally matched. They exchanged blows for a quick ten minutes.

The shouts from the audience grew even more intense.

After ten minutes, Hei Long laughed.

He finally saw that the idiot in front of him had no strategy or real combat experience, fighting solely with brute force.

It was like he had suddenly obtained an unrivaled martial arts skill but had no idea how to use it.

Thinking back, he wondered why he had been so worried. If the guy weren’t so dumb, maybe he could have given him a challenge. Now though, all he needed was to set a trap, and winning against him would be like child’s play.

After playing around for a moment, Hei Long set a trap, found an opportunity, and brutally punched Ye Xiong in the stomach.

With a successful blow, an old hand like Hei Long in the boxing ring would never give his opponent another chance. Following up with a rapid succession of combination punches like raindrops, he landed twenty or thirty punches on Ye Xiong’s stomach before kicking him away to the edge of the stage.

Ye Xiong spat out blood with a groan.

“I should be the one to win, how could I lose?”

“Impossible, I can’t possibly lose. There must be something wrong.”

“What exactly is wrong? I should be able to win.”

At that moment, Ye Xiong was completely trapped in a bizarre loop in his mind. When Hei Long struck, he felt he should have been able to handle it, but his mind went blank, and he couldn’t remember anything.

No techniques, no memories.

Just instincts, nothing else. This feeling was just too agonizing.

The more Ye Xiong thought about it, the more his head ached, and he clutched his head and started screaming.

Below the stage, the locals started shouting again, raising their arms high.

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“Hei Long will win… Hei Long will win…”

“Finish him, knock him down.”

“Get rid of this damn outsider, kick him out of Macau.”

“Crush his nuts.”

In contrast, the outsiders were much quieter, and many were afraid to speak.

“Xia Youqian, get up.”

“Get up.”

“Get up, you have to fight back.”

Watching Ye Xiong lying on the stage unable to get up, Xia Youcai clenched his fists tightly. The only thought in his heart was how to explain this to his sister, to Ye Xiong’s wife and sister-in-law.