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Chapter 302 - Selection Competition

When the competitors who were fighting with Xiao Yi heard Xiao Yi's words. Immediately, his face turned green as he spoke in a resentful tone, "Who do you think you are? Is this place for you to spout nonsense? "Come, let's see your real skills. Let me see just how capable you are."

However, Xiao Yi still had a face full of excitement, as he enjoyed the fiery gazes. Sometimes he would shake his head, sometimes he would nod and smile.

Looking at the audience, everyone was stunned. He was a little confused as to who exactly was this Xiao Yi. No matter how he looked at it, it seemed as though he had won the championship and was enjoying the moment of victory.

The referee, however, immediately blew his top. Immediately, he blew a whistle and solemnly declared the start of the match. Then, he made a gesture and immediately started the prelude to the competition.

The second selection was much more formal than the first selection. It was drawing lots to choose your opponent. Boxers are required to wear boxing gloves during the match and are only allowed to hit each other with their clenched fists on the side above the waist and on the front.

Xiao Yi's opponent immediately brought up his gloves, both of his fists itching to fight.

Xiao Yi slowly put on his fist and looked at his opponent with a nervous expression. With a smile, he teased, "This set and condom are all the same. It's simply uncomfortable when worn."

Hearing the casual and teasing voice, the opponent was so angry that his face turned red. Then, both fists immediately struck towards Xiao Yi's chest.

Xiao Yi looked at his opponent, and slowly attacked towards his chest. Laughing lightly, he spoke slowly, "With your speed and strength, you're giving the lice an itch? "Please, can you hurry up?"

When the opponent heard Xiao Yi's words, he immediately became even more furious. The punch was a little faster and burst out with an astonishing force.

"That's more like it."

Xiao Yi nodded his head, and then slowly extended out his fist. Slow and not at all gorgeous, it was aimed at the opponent's fist.

The judge at the side looked at Xiao Yi as if he was a teacher teaching his disciple. He was so angry that his eyes and nose were about to pop out, he had been the judge of this underground boxing ring for so many years. This was the first time he had seen such an arrogant contestant.

However, he saw that Xiao Yi's punches were slow and unprofessional. A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth and he secretly thought, "Brat, so it's a silver spearhead. After a while, I see that you must be beaten to the point of crying for your parents. Only then do I know that posturing isn't like this. "

And the spectators below the stage saw Xiao Yi's slow actions of punching. No strength, no speed. It looked like there were only earthworms moving slowly in the air.

When they thought about Xiao Yi's pretentious look on stage at the start, the audience below the stage looked at Xiao Yi's unconventional movements. Immediately, everyone was laughing so hard that they swayed back and forth.

For a moment, the entire boxing ring roared with laughter. Everyone looked at Xiao Yi who was in the arena with some ridicule.

Suddenly, Xiao Yi slowly punched out. It suddenly sped up and like a snake's tongue, it smashed onto the opponent's fist.

Bang.

The fist collided with a dull thud. Then, Xiao Yi's opponent flew out of the stage.

It was a very simple exchange of blows, but the result was the same as before. As the opponent flew out, Xiao Yi stood firmly on stage, his face full of happiness.

"Referee, this way we should be able to announce the result, right?" Xiao Yi smiled as he looked at the judge, and kindly reminded him.

The referee's face turned red and he hesitated for a moment. Then, with all the strength in his body, he announced the result. "Xiao Yi wins."

For a Tang Sect expert like Xiao Yi, he would have to practice Nine Dragons True Classic. Ordinary people naturally weren't his opponents. Even this kind of fighter who often practiced fist arts was not even worth a single blow in front of Xiao Yi.

Participating in this kind of fight was exactly as Xiao Yi said, a joke.

When the referee announced the result, a round of enthusiastic applause rang out from the audience. Although it was only one move, it was not intense at all. However, Xiao Yi's action of suppressing his opponents in all aspects made the spectators' blood boil.

In the first round of the second round, Xiao Yi very simply passed.

After a round, the beauties who wore very little cloth. They walked in a line towards the center of the podium and started singing and dancing, twisting their waists and shaking their peaks. Looking at the men in the audience stands, their eyes all lit up.

The semifinals were divided into three rounds. The final three fighters would be chosen from the top three, and the final round would begin.

In the second round of the second round, Xiao Yi was still immersed in the music of the King of Gambles entering the stage as before. It was still the same leadership statement. Then, with a single punch, he sent his opponent flying out of the stage.

In the end, after the referee announced the results, Xiao Yi arrogantly walked off the stage.

His name, Xiao Yi, was immediately memorized by everyone present.

The third round of the semifinals was still the same, Xiao Yi defeated his opponent on the stage with a punch. The audience finally began to boil with excitement. All of them rushed to stand up, and forcefully moved their palms, and shouted loudly: "Xiao Yi, Fist King, Xiao Yi, Fist King."

It seemed that this group of people no longer needed to watch the finals as they all knew that Xiao Yi was the champion of the final fight.

However, Xiao Yi, who really deserved a slap, pressed his palms down. Then, he waved his hand at the excited audience and said with a smile, "Low profile, low profile …"

Until Xiao Yi walked down the podium, in the underground boxing ring, the applause was still loud like thunder, it did not disappear for a long time. All their faces were abnormally excited. It was as if after watching so many years of underground boxing competitions, they finally saw the boxer they were looking forward to.

After the third round of the semifinals ended, the martial field began to rest. Once again, hot chicks came forward and danced and sang. Of course, the most important thing was still to stir up the passion of the audience.

There were only three people left in the finals. Other than Xiao Yi, one of them was the previous champion of the King of Fighting Competition.

Zhang Sang-chang was known as the Three Crazy. He was going mad from drinking, punching, and playing with women. As a result, people could no longer remember his original name. He only remembered that his nickname was Zhang Sang-chang.

However, Zhang Sang-chang has been the champion of this underground boxing ring for the past few years. His methods were quite impressive. When he fought, he would go crazy. However, every punch was filled with the vigor of a tiger and the strength of a thousand jin. How could an ordinary fighter withstand a single punch from him?

As he was the previous champion, he did not need to participate in the primary and secondary elections. He was directly waiting for the final match to see if any of the other fighters could compete with him.

The current Zhang Sang-chang was sitting in the resting room, looking at the crystal screen in the resting room.

He sat there, as steady as Mt. Tai. He raised his head slightly, revealing a small, shallow poke of his beard. Occasionally, his eyes would squint into slits, and a bright light would flicker within. The corners of his mouth curled up in a playful smile as he saw this.

"Interesting, interesting." Zhang Sang-chang clapped his hands, and said unrestrainedly: "In this year's Underground Fist King Hegemony, there has finally been a decent person. "It's not like the past years, where there wasn't even the slightest bit of energy."

A young assistant stood beside the Zhang Sang-chang, listening to his speech. His face did not have the excitement that a Zhang Sang-chang would have. On the contrary, a faint trace of worry appeared on his face.

"San Meng, are you confident you can deal with him?" The young male assistant carefully asked.

"Are you confident?" Hesitation appeared on Zhang Sang-chang's face as he muttered: "This time, I really don't have any confidence. "That kid is quite famous."

The young assistant's face went blank, and her heart sank. All these years, Zhang Sang-chang had always been full of confidence. After going up on stage, he had basically been like a mighty army sweeping across the battlefield, forcefully winning the match. For the first time in this year's competition, he actually said he wasn't confident.

"But the bosses put so much money on you. If I were to lose, it would be hard for me to explain myself. " The young assistant hesitated for a moment before muttering.

"I told them, am I sure I can win this time?" The Zhang Sang-chang immediately raised his head and said disdainfully: "This is the competition between the strong, how is this a game for them? All these years, every year during the Boxing Tournament, you bet on me. As the saying goes, always walking by the river, how can you not wet your shoes? This time, if they lost, they deserved it. All these years, I have been serving boxing ring like a local tyrant, there's no meaning to it anymore. If I lose, then that brat will replace my position. "

The young assistant saw that the Zhang Sang-chang was angry. He immediately went silent and didn't dare to say a single word.

This kind of competition for the Underground boxing ring looked like a simple fight between fighters. However, there were still all sorts of currency trades going on behind the scenes. The simplest thing was to bet on those fighters who had a high chance of winning.

A few years ago, after becoming an overnight celebrity, Zhang Sang-chang served this boxing ring. In every year's King of Fighting competition, he had earned countless money for this boxing ring. Of course, his annual salary was just as outrageously high.

However, a fighter of his level had no true feelings towards this boxing ring. In his eyes, this was just a battle of power.

"Right, Little Li. Go next door and tell that Sosuke, tell him to quit. Between Xiao Yi and I, he wouldn't have any chance. If he were to enter, it would just be a disgrace. A wise man knows his place. I believe he is a wise man. "

The Zhang Sang-chang hesitated for a moment, then he instructed the assistant beside him. Smothering Three, was naturally the third place in this tournament that boxing ring had fought for so many years. This time, Chen Ergou left the competition, and Xiao Yi took his place. Thus, he was still the third oldest in a thousand years. Plus, he was depressed, so the industry insiders all called him sulky.