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Han Douya, who had the upper hand, never thought that the sweep kick that he held in his hand would actually be dodged by his opponent in the nick of time.

The tip of his elbow knocked against his temple, and he lost control of his body. He fell to his knees, disbelief written all over his face.

Ye Zheng staggered a few steps, then returned to his corner.

"How preposterous!"

Han Douya thought angrily. He held on to the ground with both his hands and tried to stand up, but just as he was about to do so, his knees went weak and he fell back down.

At this moment, the referee had already counted to eight.

Ye Zheng raised his hands up high, celebrating his victory.

The audience was silent. They had not expected that the coward had won in such a manner after being beaten up.

A few scattered voices shouted, "Fist!"

The manager smiled and gave Ye Zheng a thumbs up.

"This bastard, his luck is too good!"

A young spectator beside the broker said.

"Right, my luck is too good."

The manager tried his best to hold back his laughter, "However, in the next round, he will definitely not have such good luck."

The second match began.

In the resting room, Ye Zheng leaned on the chair leisurely, the manager was all smiles.

Earlier, he'd used one hundred thousand as his bet and obtained three hundred thousand, making a net profit of two hundred thousand.

"Forty to sixty percent. I request eighty thousand. "

Ye Zheng said.

"My friend, don't be in such a hurry. Concentrate on the match."

The agent laughed and said, "Everyone sees you as a wimp and thinks that your victory in the first match is just luck. You will still not be favored in the next match. I will bet all of this three hundred thousand on you. "

Ye Zheng coldly snorted, placed the towel on his face, and did not say another word.

"Where did you learn that? Why haven't I heard of you? "

The manager asked carefully.

Ye Zheng seemed to have entered a meditative state. He did not move nor did he answer his question.

More than an hour later, the first round of the competition ended.

Including Ye Zheng, a total of four fighters entered the second round.

Ye Zheng's second opponent's name was Mai Shancai. He was a fighter from Siamese, had a thin body, four slender limbs, slightly higher than Ye Zheng, and a battle record of 77 wins and 10 losses. He had rich experience.

The Siamese Fist Art was a famous standing fighting style in the world. Ye Zheng himself had learned this type of martial art before and was well aware of its quintessence and power.

Mai Shancai was an elite in Siamese Fist.

Ye Zheng with his dark green short pants stepped onto the fighting stage with the same casual expression on his face.

Mai Shancai wore blue shorts, and accompanied by a Siamese National Musical Instrument, she performed a "Disciple's Dance" with exaggerated body movements.

Ye Zheng knew about the traditions of Siamese Fist, so he didn't think it was strange at all.

The match began.

Mai Shancai was clearly more cautious than her previous opponent, Han Douya. She did not immediately launch a heavy punch or a heavy kick, but instead, used a long-distance sweep kick and a kick to control the distance between them and get a clear understanding of Ye Zheng's true strength.

Ye Zheng exchanged a few punches and kicks with him, but no matter how much he kicked, he was unable to deal any substantial damage.

After a minute, Mai Shancai seemed to think that Ye Zheng was nothing special, he suddenly increased the frequency and strength of his attacks.

His vicious middle sweep kick seemed to want to break Ye Zheng's bones, but Ye Zheng nimbly lifted his knees to block it.

Following that, Mai Shancai pressed on step by step, her punches and kicks combining together.

"Beat this wimp to death! Kill that dog! "

"Why aren't you fighting back?"

"Did you see that? This foreigner was lucky to have won last time!"

The audience burst into an uproar of dissatisfaction.

At this time, the odds of Ye Zheng winning were still 1: 3. The manager bet all three hundred thousand on Ye Zheng.

Mai Shancai used her knee to block, but who would have thought, Mai Shancai turned her body, and used her back leg to kick Ye Zheng's supporting leg.

Ye Zheng lost his balance and fell to the ground. The spectators were laughing at his misfortune.

Mai Shancai pushed Ye Zheng onto a corner of the stage and combined his knees into one, unleashing a crazy and fierce strike. Blood leaked out from the corner of Ye Zheng's eyes, and he could only use a hug to stall for time.

At this moment, the first round of the competition ended.

"This weakling will definitely not be able to survive the second round!"

An audience member stood up and shouted loudly.

There were quite a number of people who were laughing beside him, agreeing with his words.

Ye Zheng pretended to be exhausted and dragged his body to his corner.

This way, the audience was even more certain that this fellow would lose!

In the second round, from the audience's point of view, Ye Zheng was suffering.

He was knocked down several times, his brow broken, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth as he staggered.

The more Mai Shancai fought, the braver she became. Just as he was about to finish the match with her consecutive punches and elbows, the bell for the end of the round rang once again.

Mai Shancai revealed a resolute and confident expression, she raised her arms and returned to her corner.

Ye Zheng dragged his body back to the resting corner and sat down.

"Are you really done for? Or are you just pretending? "

The broker asked in a low voice, his face full of anxiety.

"What do you think?"

Ye Zheng smiled and winked at him.

"Don't take any risks …"

The manager was extremely afraid. He knew Ye Zheng's capabilities, but if Ye Zheng accidentally failed, then he would lose all his money.

"Wealth comes from danger."

Ye Zheng said.

The third round began.

Mai Shancai was filled with confidence, in a flash, she rushed to the center of the stage, her entire body seemingly filled with endless energy, as though she was as agile and powerful as a cheetah.

Ye Zheng, on the other hand, looked like he was half dead, with a tinge of cowardice in his eyes.

The bell rang and the match began.

Ye Zheng tried his best to punch out twice, but both punches missed.

It was a very exaggerated sweep kick, landing on Mai Shancai's body that was as hard as steel bar, but it did not cause any damage.

Mai Shancai was overjoyed in her heart: This guy no longer has the strength to fight anymore!

Mai Shancai formed a fist to open up a path, her hands wrapped around Ye Zheng's neck, controlling his head, and then used her iron knee to repeatedly smash her opponent's chest and two ribs.

Ye Zheng painfully groaned, he forcefully pushed Mai Shancai away, and then staggered back into the rope loop.

He wouldn't forgive anyone for gaining the upper hand!

Mai Shancai stomped her foot on Ye Zheng, forcing him back two meters. Then, her body leapt into the air, flying right in front of Ye Zheng.

If this move was real, Ye Zheng would definitely fracture his chin and faint for half an hour on the stage.

Mai Shancai was confident in her own strength, so it seemed like he could already see the call of the finals.

Something unexpected happened.

Ye Zheng who should have been powerless to resist suddenly rushed towards Mai Shancai.

He seemed to be severely injured. His movement and footwork were very clumsy. However, a short punch was able to hit his opponent squarely on the chin.

"Bang!"

Mai Shancai was like a bird that was struck, falling onto the stage unconscious.