That kick shattered the hopes of every audience member who had still been rooting for Yunlong.
Yunlong, the Martial Monk who had activated the Golden Bell Shield, was sent flying just like Master Ma. He shot straight through the ropes and tumbled down.
In truth, the Martial Monk had only spent a year at Shaolin Temple, so he could not really be considered an official Shaolin disciple.
After that, he went around seeking teachers, learning a few moves from each one before moving on.
This haphazard way of learning martial arts had ultimately turned him into the mishmash he was now—neither boxing nor traditional martial arts.
He aimed too high, thought too much of himself, and lacked real skill.
That was Jiang Siming's blunt assessment of him.
After defeating yet another opponent, Jiang Siming still chose not to rest. He continued accepting challenges.
"Fourth challenger: America's heavyweight boxing champion, Wilder."
The moment this challenge was announced, the entire venue was stunned!
Wilder!
The strongest active boxing champion! A member of the Boxing Hall of Fame, and the person whose strength was closest to Tyson's peak.
He had an undefeated record of forty-two fights, with forty knockouts.
That record alone was enough to make him a legend in the boxing world.
A boxer of Yunlong's level probably could not even be considered Wilder's opponent.
As soon as the referee finished speaking, a massive figure stepped into the ring.
Nearly two meters tall and covered in explosively bulky muscles, he gave off a mountain-like pressure just by walking over.
The audience could not help swallowing nervously. If someone like that punched them, they probably would never wake up again.
And someone like that was about to challenge Jiang Siming.
All the Huaxia spectators felt their hearts tighten.
"Holy crap, look at that