A Single Kick Sent Him Flying

Upon seeing this, everyone was stunned, their faces showing disbelief.

"Where did this idiot come from?" someone muttered a curse.

Indeed, no sooner had the host's voice fallen than Hua Qiang eagerly leaped onto the stage, his speed as fast as lightning.

This scene left everyone puzzled. Just how desperate was this guy to get beaten up?

Or is it that he has an almost arrogant self-confidence?

It should be noted that the fighters in this are all top-tier individuals carefully selected from various countries; it's a place teeming with hidden talents.

Who dares to shamelessly claim that they are the best in the world?

Even if someone had such thoughts in their mind, they would never say them aloud. After all, if such words were to spread, it would incur public wrath and inevitably arouse the hatred of the masses.

If you were ganged up on and beaten by so many experts, even if you didn't die, you would be badly injured and your fate would be absolutely miserable.

However, to everyone's even greater surprise, in the next instant, seven figures, like seven agile eagles, flew off towards the other seven arenas.

Like Hua Qiang, they were fearless, like the first person to try something new.

These seven people stood on the arena, their postures upright and their eyes resolute. They were determined to become arena champions, with a fearless courage to be the first in the world, and were ready to accept challenges from everyone.

The arrogant behavior of these eight people thoroughly enraged the more than one hundred people in the audience.

The relaxed expressions that these people had been wearing vanished instantly, replaced by faces full of anger.

The anger spread rapidly, like dry grass being ignited, gradually forming whirlwinds behind them.

These whirlwinds spun faster and faster, growing larger and larger, until they merged into one, forming a raging, extremely violent gale.

The howling wind seemed to be telling the story of these people's anger.

Immediately afterwards, someone could not contain his anger, shouted, and leaped up, rushing towards the arena.

Their eyes were filled with anger and disdain, and they had only one thought in their minds: to slap or kick that "idiot" on the stage and let them know that arrogance comes at a price.

On the number one arena, a strangely-looking person jumped up.

The person's hair was curly, like countless small black snakes coiled together.

He was over two zhang tall and had a robust physique, like a Giants.

Its enormous body stood there, like a small mountain.

Its body was covered in thick, dense hair, and from a distance, it looked like a bear-man who had just emerged from the forest.

His strong body was bulging with muscles, each one seemingly containing boundless power, giving people an extremely powerful sense of oppression.

The man slowly clenched his two enormous fists, which looked like two giant iron hammers.

Then, he slammed his two fists together, and a loud crash resounded.

The sound was sharp and piercing, like a razor-sharp dagger Ground Spikes straight into everyone's eardrums, causing many people around to frown and instinctively cover their ears.

"Which team are you from? State your name! I, Dadlov, do not kill nameless nobodies!"

The man roared in a deep, booming voice, the sound like thunder echoing across the arena.

His tone was full of provocation and disdain, as if he were certain of victory.

"Hehe."

Hua Qiang was almost amused by this bear-like fellow's words.

This guy dares to act so arrogantly in front of me; he's really courting death.

Without further ado, Hua Qiang lunged forward, his speed so great that he left a blur in the air.

Then, he raised his foot and kicked Dadlov in the chest, which was as broad as a door.

Dadlov felt an overwhelming force rushing towards him, a force far beyond his imagination.

His body felt as if he had been hit hard by a speeding heavy truck.

His feet left the ring instantly, and he flew backwards through the air, tracing a long parabola.

During this process, he tried his best to dissipate this powerful force, desperately trying to adjust his posture and control his body to prevent himself from falling off the ring.

His thick, muscular arms flailed wildly in the air, like a drowning person struggling desperately.

However, no matter how hard he tried, that force clung to him like a demon, and he could not stop it from striking him fiercely.

At that moment, Dadlov felt as if he was no longer a battle-hardened Martial Artists, but an ordinary person with no strength to even kill a chicken, or a lamb to the slaughter.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, Dadlov's massive body slammed heavily onto the ground, like a meteorite falling.

The hard ground was smashed into a deep, human-shaped crater, and dust flew everywhere.

"Pfft!"

Dadlov suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, which bloomed in the air like a bright red flower.

He lay in the pit, feeling a sharp pain all over his body. He didn't know how many bones in his body were broken, and every movement was excruciatingly painful.

A pair of eyes stared at Hua Qiang, who stood like a mountain peak on the arena, filled with fear and despair.

Then, his eyes rolled back, his head lolled to the side, and he passed out in a spectacular fashion.