CHAPTER 1357: CHAPTER 1357: MASTER, YE TIANNAN!

"This time, Huaxia might be in a bit of trouble." Xiao Zheng, an astute individual, instantly saw the real strength of these people. The few sent from Huaxia seemed weaker compared to those foreign experts.

At this moment, the referee’s voice rang out. After explaining the game rules, he announced the start of the match. A lean young man from Huaxia took the stage, while a burly man stepped up from the foreign side.

This burly man, with knotted muscles and a face full of bushy beard, was bald and had a very fierce expression. A mere glare from his eyes emitted a killing intent.

Xiao Yufei, beside Xiao Zheng, noticed the man stepping on the stage and her expression turned more serious, "That man is called Fergus, an American, a top bodyguard for an arms company, and has participated in numerous underground boxing matches, almost killing his opponent every time."

Xiao Zheng nodded.

In his view, this Ferguson was quite formidable among ordinary people.

Chu Xiaoran, to the side, was shocked to hear this: had this burly man actually killed people?

In today’s internet age, Chu Xiaoran was naturally aware of some underground boxing matches, but this was the first time witnessing it firsthand.

"Yellow-skinned monkeys, is there no one in Huaxia? Sending a weakling like you up here?" Ferguson looked contemptuously at the lean young man from Huaxia and sneered coldly.

Hearing such provocative words, the audience below the stage immediately erupted in anger. This foreigner was truly too arrogant, saying such disrespectful things!

Many people started cursing.

Standing on the ring, Ferguson scanned the crowd with a punch, his eyes filled with malice, and laughed coldly, "Did I say something wrong? Huaxia weaklings!"

Xiao Zheng frowned and said to Xiao Yufei, "Why did your China-Foreign martial arts tournament invite such people over?"

In theory, this so-called "exchange" should maintain some level of harmony, and those people shouldn’t be so arrogant.

Xiao Yufei smiled bitterly and said, "Speaking of martial arts exchanges, in some sense, it’s a conflict between our Huaxia and an external force. Both sides are very strong, neither can do anything to the other, so they agreed to resolve their conflict in this way."

"So that’s how it is." Xiao Zheng realized, originally puzzled as to why there was suddenly such a martial arts match and why Xiao Yufei attached so much importance to it. It seems there’s indeed a story behind this.

On the ring, the lean young man, seeing Ferguson’s arrogant demeanor, also became furious, taking a step forward and saying coldly, "Do you only chatter like a woman?"

Fei Ge Yan squinted his eyes, a dangerous glint flashing through them, and coldly stared at the lean young man as if looking at a dead body, sneering, "I was thinking of holding back, but now it seems that’s unnecessary."

The tension between both sides had reached a peak at this moment.

The referee saw this and shouted, "Match, begin."

The lean young man, repeatedly provoked, could no longer bear it. Upon hearing the command, his body shot forward like an arrow, charging towards Ferguson. A flick with his toes and he vanished mysteriously.

Swish!

In the next instant, he appeared behind Ferguson, his eyes flashing coldly, delivering a heavy punch.

The crowd below the stage saw this and immediately cheered loudly. The move was skillfully executed! The speed of the attack was like lightning, instantly taking the upper hand.

However, their cheers only reached halfway before abruptly stopping. Many widened their eyes, shocked as they watched the ring.

"This..."

The crowd couldn’t believe it.

The lean young man punched Ferguson’s back with a thud, but Ferguson was unaffected. Instead, the young man’s face changed, showing a hint of pain as he staggered back.

What was going on? Everyone was puzzled.

Xiao Zheng saw this and sighed lightly, "The man is going to lose. The gap in strength between him and Ferguson is just too great."

It turned out that Ferguson had merely tensed his muscles earlier! His entire back became rock-hard. Although the lean young man had hit Ferguson, he couldn’t defeat him; the recoil of the strike injured him instead.

"Heh, heh, I told you, you’re just a bunch of weaklings. Huaxia folks are mysterious, only bragging, never truly powerful."

Ferguson sneered disdainfully. At this moment, he suddenly launched an attack! His enormous body, agile like a monkey, suddenly turned. His eyes flashed ominously, and his huge fist aimed at the lean young man.

The lean young man, currently suffering from the recoil, was in pain and never expected Ferguson’s attack to come so furiously. He could barely make a defensive move in response.

Crack!

Bam!

The two sounds almost rang simultaneously. Ferguson landed a punch on the lean young man’s arm with a crack, breaking it and then knocking him off the stage, where he landed embarrassingly on the ground and fainted.

For a moment, the entire venue fell silent.

Everyone held their breath.

This person was terrifyingly strong.

Standing on the ring, Ferguson looked down on the Huaxia audience below, stuck out a pinky finger at them, shook it, and said with extreme disdain, "You Huaxia are truly too weak."

The crowd immediately erupted in anger!

Everyone clenched their fists, grinding their teeth.

Outrageous!

This Ferguson was simply arrogant beyond measure.

Bang!

With a loud noise, a figure shot up into the air and then landed on the ring, eyes coldly fixed on Ferguson, "Today, I’ll make you take back all your words!"

Xiao Yufei, seeing this, smiled joyously and shouted, "That is Ye Nantian!"

"Who’s Ye Nantian?" Xiao Zheng asked.

Xiao Yufei replied, "Ye Nantian is the champion of a military district’s martial arts tournament! His strength has reached a terrifying level, worthy of being called the King of Soldiers."

"Oh." Xiao Zheng nodded.

On the ring, Fergus’s eyes filled with malice as he stared at Ye Nantian, grinning, "Have you not had enough with having one person sent to die? Do you need a second to send to their death?"

Ye Nantian’s expression was cold, "Stop talking, fight first then speak."

Fergus clenched his fists, cracking his neck, joints snapping crisply, and sneered, "Fine, I’ll grant your wish."

The referee, seeing this, signaled the match to begin.

The crowd immediately held its breath. Ye Nantian had a very high reputation among them, and their expectations for him were extremely high.