Second Match

Watching Zhang Shuai being forced into a corner, the audience below couldn't help but break into a cold sweat for him.

Situ Changtian listened to the discussions of the many people around him; not a single person believed that Zhang Shuai could win.

"It's over. This little guy from the Dragon Kingdom is done for; he's already been backed into a corner."

"That's right. As long as Mikhail catches him, one punch should be enough to knock that little guy flat."

"I don't understand what the organizers are doing. Putting two opponents with such a massive disparity in strength together—where's the appeal in a match like this?"

"Exactly. Anyone with eyes can see the gap in their strength is way too big. Could it be that the organizers couldn't find enough contestants and just grabbed someone to fill the numbers?"

"You think contestants are that easy to find? Getting into that ring could cost you your life. This is literally risking your life for money. If they weren't desperate for cash, who would ever fight in these underground matches?"

"True. With Mikhail being so strong, who would want to go out there and die?"

Just as the underground audience was buzzing with speculation, the scene in the ring shifted once more. Despite being forced into the corner by Mikhail, Zhang Shuai's movements were incredibly agile. Like a fish in water, he miraculously dodged Mikhail's fist, then flashed to the other side of the arena to keep moving. Mikhail was beyond frustrated; to him, this little guy from the eastern Dragon Kingdom was far too slippery. He was like a loach—slimy and impossible to grab hold of.

And so, a strange scene unfolded in the ring: the hulking, massive Mikhail chased Zhang Shuai all over the arena, but Zhang Shuai darted around like a monkey. Mikhail never managed to catch him, and not a single one of his punches landed on Zhang Shuai.

The audience below began to grow excited, realizing that this game of cat and mouse was actually quite interesting.

"I never expected this! That little guy from the Dragon Kingdom is so agile. I'd bet anything that this Oriental has studied Dragon Kingdom martial arts!"

"I told you! Why would the organizers let someone with such a huge strength gap fight Mikhail? It turns out this little guy knows Dragon Kingdom kung fu."

"But just running away without fighting back is useless. The match won't end until one of them goes down."

"Mikhail will catch this Dragon Kingdom guy sooner or later. It just depends on how long he can hold out."

"Poor guy. He doesn't realize that the longer he runs, the worse he'll be beaten later. Look, Mikhail is already furious. He might just get beaten to death by a raging Mikhail..."

Even now, no one in the audience favored Zhang Shuai; no one believed he could win this match.

On the stage, Mikhail was already hopping mad. This Dragon Kingdom brat was so slippery that it made his teeth itch, and he let out a string of angry curses from time to time.

Although Zhang Shuai couldn't understand what Mikhail was saying, he could roughly guess that he was being insulted. However, Zhang Shuai also knew that constantly running would look a bit fake, so he occasionally let Mikhail land a couple of blows, pretending to be knocked down.

Every time the audience saw Zhang Shuai get knocked down by Mikhail, only for him to miraculously stand back up, many began to mock Mikhail, asking if he'd been too busy with women last night to have any strength left in his punches.

This only made Mikhail more furious, and he began throwing his punches with even greater ferocity, wishing he could kill Zhang Shuai with a single blow.

Seeing that enough time had passed, Zhang Shuai stopped running. He stood in the center of the ring and beckoned to Mikhail with his finger. This sudden, provocative gesture instantly ignited the passion of the audience, and the excited shouts and screams exploded throughout the venue.

Mikhail felt insulted; he believed this Dragon Kingdom brat was mocking him. In a fit of rage, he charged at Zhang Shuai like a heavy bulldozer, covering the distance in two or three strides, and swung his bowl-sized fist directly at Zhang Shuai's forehead.

As Mikhail's fist swung toward him, Zhang Shuai suddenly pushed off with his toes, leaping high into the air. He threw a punch of his own, and despite starting later, it arrived first, slamming heavily into Mikhail's face.

In that instant, it was as if Mikhail had been struck by a thousand-pound hammer. His entire body flew back like a cannonball for several meters, crashing hard into the safety netting of the ring. He was then bounced back by the tension of the net, falling to the floor with a dull thud, and went completely still.

The entire arena fell into a deathly silence.

The sudden turn of events was beyond everyone's imagination. No one had expected Mikhail to be knocked out by a single punch from this little fighter from the Dragon Kingdom, so the audience stood there in stunned silence.

After about three seconds of silence, a thunderous roar of excitement suddenly erupted in the arena.

If Mikhail had won, it wouldn't have excited the audience nearly as much, as that would have been within their expectations. Instead, this little guy from the eastern Dragon Kingdom had achieved an upset, bringing about a shocking reversal that left the crowd absolutely electrified.

After waiting for half a minute and seeing that Mikhail remained motionless, the host picked up the microphone and declared Zhang Shuai the winner.

As the host announced the result, the entire bar erupted, and thunderous cheers filled the room.

"Oh my god! The kid from the Dragon Kingdom actually won! This is completely beyond my expectations!"

"Who would have thought? Who could have guessed that the final winner would be Zhang Shuai from the eastern Dragon Kingdom?"

"I believe in Dragon Kingdom kung fu now. It's unbelievable! Mikhail is such a giant, and he was knocked out with one punch. The people of the Dragon Kingdom are truly magical!"

"This match was spectacular! So dramatic!"

"I thought the Dragon Kingdom kid was just agile, darting around like a monkey so Mikhail couldn't hit him. I never expected his power to be so terrifying! Mikhail weighs nearly two hundred pounds, and he sent him flying with one punch. My god, it's shocking! That kind of explosive power is incredible."

"You know? When Mikhail was sent flying, my mind went completely blank... I was so excited I almost climaxed!"

"I've decided—I'm coming back tomorrow to watch this Dragon Kingdom kid's match!"

Staff members opened the iron gate of the octagon, and several medics brought in a stretcher to carry away the unconscious Mikhail. Only then did many in the audience see the extent of his injuries: his face was severely deformed, bleeding from his seven orifices, and his high nose bridge had been flattened and shattered. It was clear just how much power had been behind Zhang Shuai's punch.

Zhang Shuai climbed out of the iron cage. To his surprise, as soon as he stepped out, a group of excited foreign women with flushed faces swarmed him and started touching him. Zhang Shuai was stunned. These women were stroking his chest and arm muscles while shouting excitedly in foreign languages. Unfortunately, Zhang Shuai couldn't understand a word, but judging by their expressions, he guessed they were looking for a hookup.

Among these women were not only fair-skinned blondes but also dark-skinned beauties, many of whom were young and attractive.

It was the first time Zhang Shuai had encountered such a situation, and he had no idea what to do. Just then, he felt a pair of hands suddenly reach toward his sensitive areas—he had no idea which woman was being so bold.

Startled, Zhang Shuai quickly swatted their hands away and nimbly squeezed his way out of the crowd. He soon slipped over to Situ Changtian and Huang Tianli, and the three of them quickly exited the bar, fleeing the chaotic scene.