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Ye Zheng easily defeated fighter Ma Ermaode, the manager saw his ability, and laughed wildly as if he had seen the rarest treasure.

"I need a bonus."

Ye Zheng said.

"I don't care about that small amount of money."

The agent waved his hand. "We have a shortcut to making big money."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

Ye Zheng shook his head.

"Under the premise of ensuring your advancement, don't use your full strength, and let the audience misjudge your true strength. After that, your payout will be extremely low, so low that it's outrageous. "

The manager smiled, "In the finals, no one will look favorably upon you. However, I will bet a lot of money on you winning. "

Ye Zheng sighed and said: "You really are an old cunning fox."

"The wolves are biting in front, the foxes are counting the money behind."

The agent giggled.

"Wolves want equal share of the wager."

Ye Zheng raised his eyes and said.

"Thirty-seven. You, three. I, seven."

the agent said.

"Four, six."

Ye Zheng said.

"Deal."

The broker bared his teeth: "I will immediately go to the organization committee and tell them that Ma Ermaode was accidentally injured and was unable to participate in the competition. I also have to borrow a set of competition clothes for you. Right, your name is Ye Zhou, right? "

"Leaves of leaves, week of the path of Zhou."

Ye Zheng nodded.

Half an hour later, Ye Zheng was already standing on the stage.

He was wearing dark green shorts and a robe of the same color, and he looked relaxed.

The spectators were unfriendly towards this unknown foreign fighter, they booed and waggled their bets, Ye Zheng's odds of victory was 1 to 3, nobody thought highly of him.

Ye Zheng's opponent was a fighter from the southern province of Malsena. His name was Han Douya, and his skin was dark.

His battle record was 31 wins and 9 losses. In the entire Malsena, he could be considered a mid-upper tier fighter.

This time, it was the "Eight people knockout competition".

Eight fighters from different regions and countries would fight each other, and the final victor would receive three hundred thousand Malian coins (Malian coins, Malsena currency, one Malian coin could be exchanged for about 0.2 yuan).

The rules of the competition were standing competition. Every match took three rounds, and every round took three minutes, allowing one to use a throwing technique. However, joint techniques and earth techniques were not allowed, and eye poking, crotch kicking, and brain beatings were not allowed.

Contestants do not wear thick boxing gloves, but instead use a special hemp rope wrapped around their forearms and fists.

As a result, the destructive power of punching increased significantly, and the skin and flesh of the puncher's punches would often become lacerated. Thus, the risk to the puncher would also increase.

Han Douya raised his right hand high up and indicated to the audience, who gave him their warm applause.

With the help of the instructor and the assistant, Han Douya took off his red robe. His body was as tough as steel, it was obvious that he had gone through harsh training.

Ye Zheng didn't have a coach, only a temporary assistant.

The assistant thought that Ye Zheng must be a failure and did his work listlessly.

As for the manager, he sat in a corner of the boxing stage and an undetectable smile appeared on his face. He knew that Ye Zheng's strength was outstanding, and was an expert he had never seen before.

Ye Zheng took off his robe and started to warm up. He was 178 cm tall and weighed 77 kg in his daily life.

After his severe injury, his weight dropped to 73 kg, making him look thin and sturdy.

The audience gasped in surprise: Ye Zheng's strong and healthy body was covered with over a dozen big and small wounds, as though he was narrating his master's brilliant battle achievements and adventures.

The bell rang and the match began.

With a stride, Han Douya rushed to the center of the stage, opening up a path with his fist, his kick striking out, and in that moment, Ye Zheng seemed to be engulfed by the attacks, he could only passively defend.

"Beat him to death! "Beat this foreigner to death!"

"You cowardly trash, why don't you punch!"

The spectators were not satisfied with Ye Zheng, they cursed and threw a water bottle at him.

The referee was forced to temporarily suspend the match and ordered the staff to clean up the water stains on the boxing ring.

During the break in the competition, Ye Zheng leaned on a corner of the stage with a relaxed expression. His hands were on the rope loop, while Han Douya was like a tiger staring at Ye Zheng as he paced back and forth.

The competition continued.

Ye Zheng punched a few times in an indifferent manner, before reverting back into a passive defensive posture.

Han Douya extended a long arm and wrapped it around Ye Zheng's neck, using his knee to strike his abdomen again and again.

The instant Ye Zheng's opponent's knee hit the target, he used an exquisite technique to perform a "force dissipation".

As a result, although Han Douya seemed to have the upper hand, in reality, he did not cause much damage to Ye Zheng.

The spectators jeered at Ye Zheng, but Ye Zheng remained unmoved, as if he was afraid of them.

Han Douya gave him two fierce elbow strikes, and then clamped onto his arm, knocking Ye Zheng down to the ground.

Ye Zheng rolled over on the stage and immediately stood up. He had a helpless smile on his face as he gestured to the judge, "I'm fine."

At this moment, the bell for the first round rang.

"Do we have to end the match?"

the referee asked.

"I'm fine."

Ye Zheng raised his hands up high.

Ye Zheng sat in a corner on the stage, while the assistant passed water over to him with a disdainful look, in his eyes, Ye Zheng was already an unlucky person who was about to lose.

The spectators continuously cursed and ridiculed Ye Zheng. In their eyes, such an unskilled and loose coward participating in the tournament was the greatest insult to the audience.

However, they did not realize that Ye Zheng's breathing was extremely steady and he wasn't severely injured at all.

In the second round, it was still Han Douya's performance.

Sometimes he would throw out two punches together, sometimes he would slam his neck and knees together, and Ye Zheng would be knocked down once, and once again, he would be thrown back and almost fall out of the rope.

Ye Zheng would only occasionally punch and kick them, and he spent most of his time dodging and hugging.

And so, the second round ended amidst the crazed booing of the audience.

Ye Zheng's manager was beaming: The odds of Ye Zheng winning are 1: 3.

He had bet a hundred thousand Mali coins on Ye Zheng. If Ye Zheng could turn the tables and win, he could earn three hundred thousand.

Han Douya sat in a corner of the stage as he gasped for air.

The coach excitedly said, "The foreigner is done for. Let's beat him to death in the next round."

Han Douya nodded, a look of doubt appearing in his eyes. He kept having the feeling that his all-out attack was not able to severely injure his opponent.

This didn't make sense!

After a short while of probing in the third round, Han Douya kicked right at Ye Zheng, causing him to bounce back onto the rope.

Then, Han Douya used a very wide sweep kick, aiming at Ye Zheng's head.

Ye Zheng miserably charged over, his body arched and dodged the kick. A very subtle elbow strike landed on Han Douya's temple.

Han Douya's vision turned black and he fell to his knees.