"I’m saying this one last ti, please take your hand away!"
Wang Hao knew that evading trouble only led to more of it.
As he spoke, the Dragon Tattoo Energy within him had already begun to stir throughout his body.
Hearing Wang Hao’s words, Tie Xiong laughed even more unrestrainedly.
"Soone like you, a weakling, I could squash you with one hand, just like squashing an ant, simple as that. What ’re you gonna do if I don’t take my finger away now? If you have the guts, then co and hit !"
Tie Xiong beca increasingly outrageous.
The surrounding boxers all cast sympathetic glances at Wang Hao, with none daring to step forward to intervene, for they knew Tie Xiong was not just skilled in boxing but also liked to play dirty.
Now that Wang Hao had caught his eye, it could only be said that Wang Hao was out of luck.
After all, not a single person among the boxers dared to offend Tie Xiong.
"This kid is in for it today, Tie Xiong is truly going too far!"
"What a pity, such a young guy. Even if he doesn’t get beaten to death today, he’ll sure be beaten into disability."
"Unless he can endure, hold himself back from striking out!"
"How could that be possible? Tie Xiong is clearly trampling on his dignity. How could he bear it and not fight back? How would he face anyone after this?"
The surrounding boxers began to chatter, and overall, they all thought that Wang Hao was dood that day.
Because Tie Xiong had already won two consecutive boxing championships, his strength was evident for all to see.
Wang Hao let out a cold laugh, stood up, and stared fiercely into Tie Xiong’s eyes as he spoke.
"You’re sure you want to fight?"
"Yo, what’s the matter? Do you really think you can take down? Believe it or not, I..."
"Crack!"
Tie Xiong hadn’t finished his sentence when Wang Hao suddenly grabbed Tie Xiong’s finger pointed at him, and with a crisp sound of bone breaking, he snapped Tie Xiong’s finger.
"Aah—"
Tie Xiong scread in agony, held up his deford finger, clenched his teeth, and with determination, snapped it back into place in the other direction, causing it to swell badly still.
"I’m gonna kill you!"
Tie Xiong ignored the pain in his finger, picked up a flowerpot from the table, and hurled it at Wang Hao.
Before the flowerpot could leave Tie Xiong’s hand, Wang Hao kicked him with astounding speed; Tie Xiong was sent flying five ters away, but the flowerpot landed safely in Wang Hao’s hand.
"Holy shit, this speed is sothing ordinary people cannot achieve!"
Seeing Tie Xiong, the champion of two consecutive boxing championships, taken down by Wang Hao with a single move, the on-site boxers were all stunned.
This was a scene they had never witnessed before; no one saw how Wang Hao made his move or understood how he did it.
For a mont, every boxer’s perception of Wang Hao changed, realizing he was far from an ordinary peasant.
"Fuck, you little brat actually have so skills!"
Tie Xiong was also nimble, and being knocked down was not a big deal; he got up and continued to charge at Wang Hao.
He then took off his jacket, revealing two sturdy arms. But what no one expected was that beneath Tie Xiong’s arms, there lay steel plates adorned with silver needles of various sizes.
Everyone’s eyes widened at the sight. If this were in a ring, how could anyone survive? It seed Wang Hao was in trouble now; how could Tie Xiong’s n be so despicable?
Like lightning, Tie Xiong closed the gap to Wang Hao and with his arms, smashed viciously toward Wang Hao’s head, this ti with the intention to kill.
Those were steel plates covered in silver needles; Wang Hao could not take it head-on and had to dodge quickly.
"Bang!"
A loud sound erupted as Tie Xiong’s arm smashed heavily onto the sofa, instantly turning the couch into a sieve.
The boxers around gasped in shock; had that blow landed on a person, wouldn’t it have pierced through the bones?
Unexpectedly, the power of the hamr wasn’t just hearsay—after adding the steel plate, the effect was even better, making it even more impossible for opponents to defeat him.
"Haha, you want to fight ? Then co at , why are you hiding like a scaredy-cat?"
Tie Xiong continued to taunt.
"Are you really sure you want to fight?!"
Wang Hao’s response was the sa as before.
Tie Xiong was briefly startled. After Wang Hao said this last ti, he had kicked him and sent him flying.
Now this kid had spat out the sa sentence—could it be that he was about to unleash so sort of deadly move again?
He glanced down at the steel plates on his arms, feeling that even if Wang Hao was formidable, he was still flesh and blood—how could he possibly withstand these steel-plated silver needles?
It seed to him that Wang Hao was just bluffing. Yes, he must be trying to scare !
"I’m certain, today I’m definitely going to beat you to death!"
Tie Xiong shouted loudly as he rushed over again, arms raised high, ready to smash them down on Wang Hao.
But this ti, Wang Hao didn’t dodge; he charged straight towards it, and it seed the steel plates on Tie Xiong’s arms were about to hit Wang Hao.
"Wang Hao, dodge quickly!"
Upon seeing this, Old Third Sun turned pale with fright, but his arms were injured, and Wang Hao was too far from him. It was too late to rush over and save him.
"This is terrible, about to be turned into minced at, still putting on airs—how could his flesh and blood body possibly block this kind of attack!"
The surrounding boxers also gasped in shock, feeling that Wang Hao’s move was simply suicidal.
Seeing this, Tie Xiong’s face twisted into a sinister smile; it was Wang Hao himself who had brought death upon himself. He couldn’t bla him for what was about to happen.
Tie Xiong used all his strength, hoping to crush Wang Hao into a pulp in one fell swoop.
As the two steel plates were inches from landing on Wang Hao, it was too late to dodge. So people, even afraid of being splashed with blood, quickly hid in a corner.
"You asked for this!"
Wang Hao suddenly shouted towards Tie Xiong as he bore down on him.
Seeing the sneer on Wang Hao’s face, Tie Xiong’s complexion changed, but his body was already beyond retraction.
Wang Hao gathered all the energy of his body into his hands, extended them like swords, and stabbed at the two steel plates lined with silver needles.
"Has this kid gone mad, using his own hands to block steel plates? Does he not want his hands anymore?"
The hands were exceedingly important for a boxer. Since Wang Hao was preparing to participate in the upcoming boxing match, the boxers present truly couldn’t understand why he would do this.
Just now, he had a chance to dodge; they didn’t understand why he didn’t.
"Clang!"
In the instant Wang Hao’s palms collided with Tie Xiong’s steel plates, the plates suddenly split apart.
Heavens! Wang Hao’s hands actually split both of Tie Xiong’s steel plates in half.
Then, imdiately after...
"Crack!"
There was the sound of breaking bones.
Under everyone’s shocked gazes, Wang Hao’s hands not only split the steel plates in half, but they also pierced through them and directly shattered Tie Xiong’s arms.
"Ah—my arms!"
Tie Xiong, with his arms dangling, squatted on the ground screaming in pain.
The arms had already fractured from the shoulder blades, and they were completely out of control. It seed that from now on, Tie Xiong could only hope to possibly be fitted with prosthetics.
Continuing to return to the ring for boxing matches was probably out of the question.
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