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Chapter 783 First Glimpse: The Unique Methods of the Competition Star

His words controlled the entire audience's attention for several seconds.

"How dare you bully us? I've already paid the registration fee. You said that as long as we pay the registration fee, we can find any opponent to fight on this stage and earn points. What, do you really intend to cheat us out of this big arena?"

After a brief silence, bursts of undisguised laughter erupted.

The host laughed so hard he rolled around on the floor.

"Haha, this young man is quite interesting. Since you want to compete, we won't waste any more words. Anyway, with your strength, you won't cause Mr. Quanba any trouble, right? Mr. Quanba, fighting this kid shouldn't cause you any trouble, right?"

That guy named Fist Master truly never imagined that there could be such a fearless person in this world.

As the strongest fighter with the highest points in this private fighting arena, Quanba has absolute confidence in his own strength, while also looking down on the strength of Lin Yi, a mere rookie.

He simply adopted the posture of a strongman and nonchalantly agreed to fight Lin Yi.

"Heh, with his strength, I only need to make a move to teach him a lesson. Since he insists on challenging me, let's not waste everyone's time and start directly. Everyone knows how to place their bets in the most reasonable and safest way."

What Ong-Bak was talking about was, of course, the matter of betting on combat sports.

Upon hearing the boastful words of the Fighting King, the entire underground fighting arena erupted in enthusiastic cheers, pushing the atmosphere of the entire arena to its climax.

Looking at Lin Yi, who was barely any flesh on his body, even the referee couldn't help but burst into laughter. He quickly took out his communication device and sent a message to the guy in charge of betting at the fighting arena, asking him to bet half a year's salary on him.

Although the percentage of winnings from betting on Boxing Buffalo to win is not high, as long as the initial capital is high, it is still possible to make a considerable profit.

After the betting session ended, Lin Yi and Quan Ba ​​immediately began their duel.

With the referee's signal, the battle between the two officially began.

The sharply defined muscles are visually striking, and the red cloud and flame tattoo on his chest appear even more lifelike when soaked with sweat.

The moment Quan Ba ​​stood there, he exuded a strong sense of oppression. As for Lin Yi, who stood opposite him, even with his hideous scars, it did not detract from the refined and elegant feeling that his slender figure gave him.

"Kid, if you just admit defeat, I can get home sooner. I have five girls at home urging me to get home, and I've been really irritable lately."

"You'll die if you get in my way of venting!"

Lin Yi's most hated type of person in his life is a blabbering idiot.

Before the so-called "boxing champion" could finish his declaration, Lin Yi took a burst of speed, instantly covering twenty meters and arriving in front of him.

Such terrifying speed was completely beyond Ongba's imagination.

Lin Yi's pupils dilated involuntarily, and before his body could react, his fist had already slammed solidly into the abdomen of the Fist Master.

In an instant, Quanba's stomach churned violently.

I vomited up all the food I ate at noon that I hadn't had time to digest.

His disheveled and disgusting appearance stunned the audience in the fighting arena.

Ong Ba's fist was several times larger than Lin Yi's head. With such an exaggerated size difference, it's hard to believe that Lin Yi could be so badly beaten by Ong Ba with just one punch. There must be something fishy going on!
The kneeling Quanba's eyes bulged as he stared at the filth in front of him, his gaze filled with disbelief.

What the hell is this?!

Is it reasonable that a skinny kid I looked down on could punch me into this state?

"I advise you not to stand up. Just admit defeat."

Lin Yi slowly walked up to Quan Ba, patted him on the shoulder, and looked down at him. Unfortunately, to Quan Ba, Lin Yi's well-intentioned advice was the most arrogant provocation.

As he struggled to get up, suppressing the nausea in his stomach and the excruciating pain that made his skin crawl, he found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stand up again.

It felt as if a thousand-foot mountain was pressing down on his shoulders. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't lift Lin Yi's hand off his shoulders even an inch.

This is the absolute suppression of primordial power.

No matter how strong your body is, no matter how invincible you are in martial arts, if you cannot master this power, you will only be suppressed.

Lin Yi punched him to his knees, and all the spectators in the fighting arena thought that Ong-Bak was holding back to give everyone a thrill.

But seeing that Ongba had been knocked down for so long and was still kneeling on the ground, not only did the audience not accept it, but even the referee couldn't help but get nervous.

"No, Quanba, what are you doing? Don't tell me you've told me about this kid's benefits and you're planning to manipulate things and make big money off everyone? If you really do that, you know the consequences. The big boss will definitely kill you."

Ong Ba is incredibly strong; he's currently the strongest fighter in the entire fighting arena. But there are many fighters of his caliber, or even stronger ones.

The fighting arena can easily find someone to replace him with just a little effort.

Ong-Bak was quite helpless about this.

Having survived so many years in this brutal environment, how could he not know the consequences of match-fixing?

Fixing matches can indeed make a lot of money.

However, there is one, and only, limitation.

If the partner isn't an official fighting arena organization, even if you earn the money, you might not live to spend it.

"I didn't throw the match. This kid is really strange. His strength is ridiculously high. I couldn't even stand up."

The ferocious look on Quanba's face didn't seem like a joke, but how could Lin Yi's not-so-strong physique possibly suppress such a big, burly man?

The referee, without giving a second thought, spoke softly with a dark expression.

"You know better than I how much the boss has invested in you. You know the consequences if you lose this game. The audience's emotions are already very unstable. You know what to do."

Is this the true face of capitalists?

The current Ong-Bak has no other choice.

In his view, the final moment has not yet arrived.

So he tried to communicate with Lin Yi.

"Hey kid, let me up right now. I'm telling you, if you let me win this match today, I'll give you lots and lots of benefits and help you get to the end of this fighting arena. I swear, as long as you let me win the match, I'll help you get to the official fighting arena. Now let me up right now."

Looking at the Fist Master kneeling before him, unable to get up and oblivious to the situation, Lin Yi sighed helplessly.

It seems I've been too weak; even a lowly thug like him dares to negotiate with me.

Lin Yi didn't bother with any more words and kicked Quan Ba ​​in the chest, making him come into close contact with the protective measures on the ring. Of course, Lin Yi didn't kill him; he just wanted to temporarily incapacitate Quan Ba.

Just when Lin Yi thought the referee would announce his victory, the temperature behind him suddenly rose.

(End of this chapter)