Chapter 687: Chapter 690: Each According to Their Strength Chapter 687: Chapter 690: Each According to Their Strength “Are you scared again?” Xiao Han revealed a smile of composure and calm.
The Yin Spirit was right behind Slick, and whenever he desired, he could allow the Yin Spirit to bind Slick, leaving him utterly without any room to fight back.
“I’m not!” Slick roared, leaping up again and quickly pouncing toward Xiao Han.
However, surprisingly,
Xiao Han moved with the shadow, quickly rushing to Slick’s front and swinging his fist fiercely down at Slick. Just as Slick was about to swing back to et Xiao Han’s attack, he found himself completely unable to move. His legs could step forward, but his hands seed to be firmly grasped by sothing, leaving him with no way to throw a punch.
Thump, thump…
Xiao Han threw several successive punches, then leaped into the air with a horizontal kick in midair.
Whoosh…
Slick’s body, weighing a hundred and eighty pounds, flew out like a balloon filled with air and crashed heavily against the railing.
Crack…
The railing was imdiately broken by the heavy impact of Slick’s body and collapsed on the spot.
Slick was dumbfounded, completely taken aback.
Pfft…
A tightness in his chest, a sweetness in his throat. Blood surged up, and Slick spat out blood on the spot.
Whoosh…
The venue erupted into noise again, but this ti, no one spoke.
After a long ti, a foreigner roared, “Fuck, it’s a rigged fight.”
“Rigged fight, rigged fight!”
The entire crowd instantly beca furious, everyone roaring with anger. The mood amongst them all was driven to a peak.
The venue’s security imdiately sprang into action to maintain order. As long as they didn’t cause chaos, they were free to shout as they pleased.
Scarface beca anxious, ‘whoosh’ he stood up, then quickly walked toward the ring. He went straight into the ring, walking up to Slick and yelling, “Slick, what the hell is going on?”
“Boss, I… I don’t know what happened?” Slick said helplessly: “I felt like there was an invisible person ambushing . I… my hands were bound every ti I tried to strike.”
“What?” Scarface was taken aback when he heard this.
“It must… it must be witchcraft!” Slick, unable to find any other reason, could only resort to this excuse.
“Useless idiot!” Scarface glared at him irritably and then said, “Stand up and fight fiercely. Fight as if it’s to the death.”
“Yes, yes!” Slick nodded helplessly.
Having been fiercely scolded by the boss, Slick naturally could not slack off; he had to force himself to be spirited and take the fight seriously.
Slick took a deep breath and then declared, “Kid, no matter what tricks you pull today, you’re dead for sure.”
“Oh, really?” Xiao Han smiled indifferently, “Blaming tricks when your own strength is insufficient?”
“You!” Slick said, anger rising upon hearing that.
“Save your grand words and show so actual action!” Xiao Han retorted with a cold laugh.
Slick looked at Xiao Han coldly.
He always felt that there was sothing elusive about Xiao Han, as if this person always had a mysterious air. Just as Slick was about to attack, he imdiately cald down; he contemplated for a mont. Could it be that this man was truly from the mysterious East? Did he possess so unbelievably powerful Spell?
Slick had stayed in the East before, but it wasn’t in China; it was in Thailand.
Slick first fought in underground boxing in Thailand, where the black-market boxing scene was even more rampant than in Myanmar. However, he was later sold to Myanmar due to certain reasons, falling into the hands of his current boss from a previous one, so he stayed in Myanmar ever since.
During his ti in Thailand, Slick had seen mysterious individuals who could strike from afar and even control objects with their thoughts.
However, the young man before him didn’t seem to strike from afar, nor did he control things with thought. It was as if he had cast so kind of Spell on Slick, for at critical monts, Slick would always find himself bound by sothing that rendered him helpless, treated by the opponent as a punching bag.
But last ti in Thailand, the man he saw was an elderly old man, powerful indeed, yet white-haired. While the man before him was a youngster in his early twenties, clearly not possessing such power. One needs quite so ti and a lot of discipline to develop such an intense force. It’s a painful thing in a person’s life.
Thinking this, Slick’s heart imdiately relaxed for a mont. He glanced at Xiao Han and said, “Heh heh, prepare to die!”
This ti, Slick decided to unleash his utmost combat power to battle Xiao Han.
“Co on!” Xiao Han adopted a stance ready to face the fight.
This ti, Xiao Han resolved to overco his opponent with his own strength, rather than relying on the Yin Spirit’s assistance. The Yin Spirit could protect him at critical monts, so it was better not to reveal it when not necessary.
Xiao Han took a deep breath and coldly faced the incoming attack.
Slick was calm and collected as he suddenly changed direction and circled around Xiao Han. Yet, Xiao Han remained motionless, standing firmly in place.
“What is he doing?”
“Co on, fight, don’t waste our ti.”
“Let’s go, fight already!”
From the audience, there was a chorus of sighs. So hecklers even began to curse loudly. However, Slick and Xiao Han still stood on the arena, not having begun their fight.
“Co on, Slick, do it!” Even Scarred Man was growing impatient.
Slick moved behind Xiao Han and saw that Xiao Han didn’t care.
Whoosh…
Suddenly, Slick charged forward, and when he was a full five ters away from Xiao Han, he pushed off with his right leg, leapt up, and swiftly kicked towards Xiao Han’s back.
It was as though Xiao Han had eyes on his back.
With the presence of the Yin Spirit, Xiao Han could sense Slick’s attack through its perception.
Xiao Han suddenly bent down, leaving Slick shocked. He couldn’t understand how Xiao Han knew he was so close.
Whoosh…
Slick leapt over the top of Xiao Han’s head and flew away rapidly.
In that instant, Slick was sent flying.
However, Xiao Han was quick to react; he grabbed Slick’s pants from behind.
Thump…
Slick was flung harshly away.
Xiao Han held Slick’s beach shorts in his hands, revealing that Slick underneath was completely bare. A giant worm dangled in mid-air, surrounded by a thicket of black forest.
Ha-ha…
The scene erupted into fervent cheers and laughter. The audience cackled uncontrollably.
Slick’s face turned red as he shouted angrily, “Give them back to .”
“If you want them, co get them,” Xiao Han replied disdainfully.
Slick, hands covering his crotch, was left without pants. How could he continue to fight? He bit his teeth in anger, his face red with annoyance, and with his teeth clenched, he said, “What… what do you want?”
“In the arena, we rely on our strength,” Xiao Han said with a smile.
Slick furrowed his brows in anger, but at this mont, he was helpless against Xiao Han.
“Give my pants back first,” Slick said with resignation. “After you do, we’ll have a good fight.”
“You’re no match for !” Xiao Han insulted his opponent with relish. “In my life, I’ve always looked down upon two kinds of people. The first is Africans, because they are the laziest people in the world, a parasite to the world; the second is those who discriminate based on race.”
“You!” Slick heard this, a clear instance of racial discrimination—but also a harsh humiliation. Unable to swallow this insult, Slick beca furious: “Bastard, go to hell!”
Once again, Slick didn’t care that his private parts were exposed for all to see.
In the stands, many people sneakily took out their phones to take pictures.
It was well known that photography was prohibited here. The owner of the boxing ring feared being reported. Although the place was under his control, excessive exposure, especially international exposure, would certainly pressure Myanmar’s governnt through international opinion. And if Myanmar’s Governnt Army ca down on them, relying on his own power was clearly not enough.
Slick charged forward swiftly.
This ti, he again used his best move, the long legs.
At over 1.8 ters tall with long legs, Slick had an African advantage. This was also why Africans often excelled in running sports.
Slick leaped, his legs poised to strike.
“Whirlwind Kick?” Xiao Han frowned.
This must be Slick’s ultimate combat technique, for such complex moves required years, even decades of training to master. This attack had a significant advantage: its invincibility within a certain range. Anyone within it would likely go down, and once an opponent launched a Whirlwind Kick, it was difficult to counter—the only option was to flee.
However, Xiao Han didn’t plan to flee. He intended to break the enemy head-on, as only that could earn the full approval of the audience. Otherwise, if he dodged, people would think he couldn’t defeat Slick.
Xiao Han looked coldly at his opponent.
“Xiao Han, be careful!” At that mont, Wen Xiaobao urgently shouted.
“Shut up!” Scarface glared at Wen Xiaobao.
Wen Xiaobao was left speechless. Even though his family could command wind and rain at ho, this was abroad, in Myanmar, and importantly, in a territory controlled by ard forces.
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