When first eting the BOSS, he was shocked by his crisp and noble aura, the refined deanor, but when the doorman reported that he ca to challenge the gym, alone and unaided, he scoffed and asked which school he was from, which sect he belonged to. He simply replied, Mixed Hand.
He assud he was just so spoiled rich kid dabbling in martial arts, looking to make his presence felt, so he didn’t even bring his gloves and stepped onto the arena while his opponent simply removed his watch.
That arena match was unforgettable to him.
The ’Wall Street Dominator’ and ’Strongest Inheritor of Ancient Martial Sect’ was knocked to the ground in rely 46 seconds, with a fractured skull and blood everywhere, it was unbearable to watch.
On the arena, the lights spun round and round, he felt his limbs go numb, completely devoid of energy, let alone get up. In his muddled state, he heard the man’s deep, magnetic voice, "Foolish."
He thought the man was an ordinary Mixed Hand practitioner, who would’ve expected he had reached the highest echelon in the Mixed Martial Arts World, the Golden Dragon!
Dostically, even the most renowned master in the Mixed Martial Arts World, Senior Liu, had only reached the Eighth Rank, yet he had already reached the pinnacle at such a young age!
Either it’s natural talent, or an extraordinary will.
His inadequate martial arts skills indeed weren’t a match before him.
That night’s arena match severely shattered his confidence, he started questioning life, and what baffled him most was why he instigated the provocation, beat him up soundly, yet also insulted him, calling him foolish, was it simply because he was displeased with his face?
When he tried to trace him back, he received an email from Hacker K.
The email exposed the manipulation within the U.S. capital industry over UFC, over the years, how many extraordinarily talented fighters had succumbed to the temptations of capital, becoming brutal beasts in underground arena matches, using any ans necessary to win, eventually ending up either gravely injured and heavily indebted or discarded after their value was squeezed dry.
He finally awoke from being dazzled by fa and fortune, still rembering the BOSS’s teachings: Inheritors of Ancient Martial should shoulder the responsibility of promoting the spirit and culture of national martial arts, not beco pawns in the gas of the capital industry.
To this day, he is committed to practicing this principle.
Therefore, the BOSS is not just his imdiate superior, but an invaluable ntor and supre idol.
Yet to his astonishnt, he inadvertently found himself on the arena with the BOSS again, fighting for soone else’s little sister-in-law!
Dood! He is completely dood! Beyond just getting a severe beating, his job and life are at stake.
Thinking of this, You Shi decided to ’kneel’ and beg for rcy first, "BOSS..."
He recalled being beaten so bad in the Wall Street Martial Arts gym that he couldn’t get out of bed for a week, his legs and lips both trembling, yet from the Observation Deck, it wasn’t clear, just presud to be the wind rustling his pants.
"I was wrong! I truly didn’t know this Life and Death Arena was about the feud between the Lu and the Ye families, and even more clueless that Junior Brother Lu set it up to snatch the little sister-in-law, and even more so ignorant that it was you on the arena! If I had known, I wouldn’t dare to confront you even if my legs were broken! Really! Ask Xiao Sui, even Xiao Sui..."
You Shi turned to look towards Xiao Sui below the arena, only to find that this bastard was gleefully recording the video!
Bo Tingshen finished tying a white cloth, slightly raised his long eyes, "Just right to see if you’ve improved in the past two years."
You Shi’s body already began to hurt, "..."
No, he had been hanging out with Xiao Sui, this couch potato, who indulged in unhealthy food like fried chicken and Coke daily, completely unprepared for being hamred.
The referee below the arena raised the flag high, "Upon signing this, life and death has its fate, the organizers are not responsible! The arena match officially begins..."
"Hold on!"
You Shi suddenly raised his hand, looking towards the senior and junior mbers of the sect on the Observation Deck, silently walked towards Bo Tingshen, and whispered, "BOSS, considering my loyalty to you over the years, can you... not end it so fast later, let hold on for a few more minutes, today the mbers of the sect are all watching, I truly can’t lose face, can’t let people down."
"Co here."
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Curiously, You Shi approached him, only to hear the man’s whisper.
After hearing, he couldn’t help but be shocked, his expression both amazed and frightened looking at him, is the BOSS serious?
"I-I don’t dare!"
Even if he were given ten guts, he wouldn’t dare!
Bo Tingshen said gravely, "Do well and you’ll get ten tis the year-end bonus."
Ten tis?!
So much!
You Shi beca even more terrified, is this the last paynt?
"What if I don’t do well?"
"Compensation tenfold."
"..."
You Shi glanced at the man’s calm and chilly eyes, feeling a chill down his spine, anyone would almost be gone!
The referee raised the flag again: "Match—officially begins!"
No matter!
Carry out the orders!
As the arena drum beat, You Shi slamd his gloved hands together forcefully, with a loud ’bang,’ he tilted his neck, slightly hunched his waist, putting up the posture of a top fighter, his aura like a fierce jungle leopard.
On the viewing arena, everyone focused their attention, Ye Xian tipped up on her toes, her neck stretched out like a giraffe.
You Shi ward up for two seconds, found a suitable angle around the man, quickly hooked a punch, followed by a sweeping kick, but unexpectedly, the man nimbly dodged to the side, he rose rapidly into the air, leaped forward heavily thrust his right leg towards the man’s abdon, exposing the flaw on the side of the knee, Bo Tingshen slightly curved his elbow, the iron-hard sharp part struck You Shi’s calf muscle, forcing him to retract his strength.
The two exchanged moves back and forth, each strike and technique, Ye Xian’s heart fluctuated like a water lily.
"Zhuoxuan, I don’t understand the arena match, do you think Tingshen will win?"
Xia Hewan worriedly held onto Ye Zhuoxuan’s hand, Ye Zhuoxuan also seed puzzled, "Tingshen... seems to be consistently dodging."
His reaction was incredibly quick?!
Old Master Lu sat on the high chair, gripping his cane watching the scene below, couldn’t help but furrow his eyebrows.
Shishi’s attack was still overwhelmingly aggressive and forceful, usually opponents before him can’t hide more than ten seconds, his sheer speed and power quickly overtake them, but a minute had passed now, and not a single hit landed on Bo Tingshen!
His movents were shadowy, agile like an eagle, evading Shishi’s moves seed as easy as adults playing with children, for a mont one can hardly sense the reality.
What exactly...
Old Master Lu, puzzled by this, Bo Tingshen backhanded grasped You Shi’s tibia, forcing his body into a large arc backward, then kicked his knee, pushing him onto the arena’s guardrails.
"Wow!" Zhu Shanshan exclaid, "Amazing! Amazing! President Bo is incredible!"
"Bravo! Bravo!"
Xia Hewan and Ye Zhuoxuan clapped happily, Ye Juncheng’s lips slightly, "He is a Mixed Hand."
Zhu Shanshan: "What is a Mixed Hand?"
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