Hong Kong Island: From a small stall to a global supplier

Wang Yaotang clapped his hands, slightly bent over, left hand in front and right hand behind, and assumed a stance.

On the other side, Yosuke Sato also adopted a defensive stance. Seeing that Wang Yaotang had no intention of launching a preemptive attack, he couldn't help but feel a little smug. No matter how much he pretended, he was still just an amateur player.

He took small, quick steps up and suddenly threw a jab with his left hand.

Wang Yaotang didn't dodge; he raised his right arm to take the hit head-on, testing the opponent's strength.

With a left-handed jab, Yosuke Sato subtly swept his fist towards Wang Yaotang's shin.

Wang Yaotang took a step back, and Sato Yosuke caught up and swept his leg towards his thigh.

Wang Yaotang, who was watching closely, immediately noticed that this guy's way of exerting force was different from the ordinary whip kick, which strikes the ankle. This guy was very insidious and used his heel to kick. If he had taken a normal whip kick on the spot, it could have caused his thigh muscles to tear.

Jab – Whip Kick – Left Hook – Right Swing –

Wang Yaotang either defended or retreated, circling the octagon without ever launching a direct counterattack.

"All you do is run away!" Sato Yosuke immediately mocked Wang Yaotang when he saw that Wang Yaotang was always avoiding him.

"I never argue with the dead." Wang Yaotang cracked his neck. He had already done all the necessary probing and was being very conservative.

Having said that, he took two big strides forward and threw a left hook—

Sato Yosuke was shocked. Normal probing attacks consist of jabs and sweeping kicks. Fortunately, his body reacted faster than his brain due to long-term training. He raised his hand to block and dodge. With a "bang", the powerful punch made Sato Yosuke lose his balance and stumble to the side.

He took a big step forward, and threw a right hook—

Yosuke Sato tilted his head back and dodged.

Left whip kick—

The sudden, fierce attack caught Yosuke Sato completely off guard. He felt a heavy blow to his right leg, and his leg buckled, causing him to kneel on the ground.

Having practiced boxing for over a decade, his physical fitness and ability to withstand blows were unmatched by ordinary people. He immediately leaned back and lay on the ground, kicking his legs wildly at Wang Yaotang.

Wang Yaotang took two steps back, smiled, opened his arms, looked around, and gave Sato Yosuke a chance to get up.

"Why did you stop playing?" Teresa Teng asked anxiously.

"Don't worry, Brother Yao was just checking out the guy's quality before, but now he's absolutely sure, so naturally he doesn't care," Aji explained with a smile.

The referee didn't come up to stop him. Sato Yosuke crawled a few times on his hands and feet before standing up, gritting his teeth and looking at Wang Yaotang with a serious expression.

I never expected this guy to be so strong!

Are you sure his weight is similar to yours?

Just now, those two punches and one kick felt like I was fighting two heavyweights taller.

Seeing the man stand up, Wang Yaotang strode forward, paused abruptly, and then launched his right leg up like a rocket, his heel aimed straight for Sato Yosuke's chin.

Yosuke Sato instinctively raised his hand to defend himself but missed. By the time he realized what was happening, it was too late. He forcefully tilted his head back and pressed his arms down. With a 'thud,' his body once again lost control and staggered backward, crashing into the barbed wire.

Wang Yaotang strode after him and threw a powerful punch with his right hand. Sato Yosuke covered his head and ducked, his fist slamming into the barbed wire with a loud thud.

Knowing he couldn't keep taking hits, Yosuke Sato, who was crouching down, threw a few punches at Wang Yaotang's abdomen. Regardless of whether he hit him or not, he lunged forward to try and create distance again.

Wang Yaotang grabbed Sato Yosuke's nape. The skin, covered in Vaseline, was too slippery. However, the man staggered a few steps and fell to his feet. This time, because it was too close, he couldn't exert any force. Sato Yosuke rolled on the ground, and Wang Yaotang stomped on the floor with a loud 'bang'.

Lazy donkey rolled out, and when Yosuke Sato got up, he was covered in sweat. He realized that he probably couldn't win at all.

Who said this guy is an amateur? This speed, this strength, this reaction time, this is fucking amateur?

So who is a professional?

He knew that only one person could go down to the next stage, so he had to fight desperately.

The faces of the three chairmen of the Yamaguchi-kai, Sumiyoshi-kai, and Inagawa-kai below the stage had already turned cold. Damn it, we flew all the way here just to see this?
It seems like we can't win at all!
"Someone like you can be the All-Japan Champion? This competition must be amateurish!" Wang Yaotang scoffed, taking small, quick steps forward, left jab—right jab—

Left hand jab - Right hand jab -

Left hand jab - Right hand jab -

This time, Wang Yaotang used no technique whatsoever; it was a complete crushing victory through sheer power and speed.

Yosuke Sato tried to block and dodge, but he had no chance to retaliate and was forced to retreat step by step.

Right hook punch – Left whip kick – Right back spinning whip kick –

Holding his breath, Sato Yosuke parried the attack, feeling stars popping before his eyes. Seeing Wang Yaotang's left shoulder twitch, he gestured to raise his hand to parry again, but this time he missed...

Before he could react, a sharp pain shot through his lower abdomen, and all his strength seemed to be drained away instantly, causing his body to bend forward uncontrollably.

Right hook -

With a punch to Sato Yosuke's chin, the man tilted his head back, and Wang Yaotang's fists rained down on Sato Yosuke's chest, forcing him to retreat step by step.

The referee instinctively reached out to stop Wang Yaotang, but after taking two steps, he remembered that this tournament was not open to the public...

He turned around, swung his right leg like a whip in half a circle, and finally slammed his heel hard into Yosuke Sato's temple. Before the spectators could react, Yosuke Sato's neck twisted more than 90 degrees, and he fell straight onto the wire mesh and slid down.

The referee was so frightened that he took two steps back, staring at Wang Yaotang in horror, his mind blank. Murder?
Swallowing hard, Sato Yosuke didn't rush forward until Wang Yaotang got up. He didn't dare move Sato Yosuke at all and waved his hand frantically at the medical staff below.

Wang Yaotang stood up, clenched his arms, and exerted all his strength, causing all his muscles to bulge, revealing his perfect physique.

He swung his fists at the empty space, jumped up and climbed to the top of the octagonal cage bars, sat on it and raised his hands to everyone. The exciting scene of this life-or-death struggle, with its flesh-and-blood punches, was met with waves of cheers.

However, the cheers were mixed with some discordant curses, clearly indicating that people had bet on Yosuke Sato.

However, this is Hong Kong after all, and there aren't many Japanese people here. Those who can come to watch the fight aren't ordinary people either, so not many people bet on Yosuke Sato. The presidents of the Yamaguchi, Sumiyoshi, and Inagawa groups remained silent with stern faces. No one from the Japanese side went up to check on Yosuke Sato's condition. A champion of the All-Japan Free Fighting Championship, unable to defeat an ordinary person? He might as well not be alive!
Wang Yaotang jumped down from the top of the octagon, high-fived his brothers Aji and Ajie, and then hugged Teresa Teng, Sally Yeh, Cherie Chung, and Yammie Lam in front of everyone. The women kissed him on the cheek.

This further fueled the cheers, which rose several decibels.

The general returns in triumph, and the beauty throws herself into his arms!

The ultimate dream of male creatures!
At that moment, the thousands of men present couldn't help but feel envy, jealousy, and hatred.

So what if you have money? Everyone here has money, but no matter how much money you have, it won't give you a healthy body, let alone make you a champion in the ring!

That's a real man!
Wang Yaotang, along with his brothers, Fourth Master, and Sha Lin, walked towards the Japanese side.

It meant nothing by it, it was absolutely not showing off, it was just simple politeness.

"Chairman Yamamoto, Chairman Horimasa, Chairman Inagawa, I'm sorry, I couldn't stop myself just now. I hope Yosuke Sato is alright," Wang Yaotang said with a smile.

“Not at all, not at all. For martial artists, giving their all is the greatest respect for both sides. I think Yosuke Sato thinks so too,” Hiroshi Yamamoto said in a deep voice.

“Indeed, this is the fate of a martial artist!” Wang Yaotang almost laughed; Sato Yosuke probably wasn’t thinking about it now…

"Mr. Wang, you are indeed a powerful man. On behalf of Sumiyoshi, I congratulate you and hope to cooperate with you more in the future," Hori Masao said with a smile.

Ichiwakai and Yamakeguchi are both branches of Yamaguchi. Although they are all Japanese, they are in a good mood to see their old rivals lose face.

"Wang-san, you are incredibly amazing! I would call you the strongest dragon. I hope we can cooperate more in the future," Inagawa Seijo said with a smile.

"Thank you, Strongest Dragon, I like that title." Wang Yaotang laughed heartily.

People like to give each other very grand nicknames.

On the other side, Xiang Laoda, You Bo, Da Bi Deng, Chen Qili and others watched with smiles as Wang Yaotang talked to the Japanese.

"The three chairmen of the Japanese Congress are coming to Hong Kong. As the hosts, we must give them a warm welcome," said Boss Xiang with a smile.

"You have to be enthusiastic!" Uber's face jiggled with laughter.

“Let’s split the bill and have our dinner first,” Big Nose Deng said.

"Why should I? I was the one who suggested it!" Boss Xiang said, quite dissatisfied.

"I'm afraid they'll run away," Big Nose Deng said, and the others couldn't help but burst into laughter.

The old guys really enjoyed watching these Japanese devils pretend to be happy even though they were unhappy inside. It was more satisfying than earning millions or tens of millions.

"Mr. Chen, you'll have to keep me company."

"No problem, I'm just worried they might not want to stay."

“That won’t do. If people come and leave, it would mean that we Hong Kong people don’t know how to treat guests.”

After chatting with a few Japanese soldiers for a while, Wang Yaotang walked over to his own side. "What are you talking about? Those big shots are smiling so sinisterly."

"Wow, the boxing champion really speaks with confidence." Yuber smiled and pointed at Wang Yaotang. "There's no treachery here, just pure enthusiasm."

"We're planning to have each of the three Japanese guild leaders entertained for a day," Xiang the eldest said in a low voice.

Wang Yaotang burst out laughing, "Count me in, I want to watch too."

"You shouldn't go. We're afraid they'll turn around and leave as soon as you show up."

"Your malice can be smelled from hundreds of miles away, what's one more person than me?"

"No, no, no, you've got all the glory, what's the point of us playing?"

After chatting and laughing with a few people, Wang Yaotang walked over to the business people.

"You've been eating, drinking, and having fun all your life, so why are you in such good shape!" Zhang Yaorong reached out and poked Wang Yaotang's abs. "Damn it, I'm drooling just looking at them."

"Hey, Lao Zhang, are you a pervert?!" Wang Yaotang slapped his hand away. "Sixth Uncle actually came. I didn't expect that."

"Of course I had to come and see. It's only because you didn't want it broadcast that I think any Chinese person would want to watch it." Shao Laoliu said with great emotion, "I've made a lot of movies and TV shows about fighting the Japanese, but they're all fake. This time you've made my dream come true."

"Haha, Uncle Liu, how about making a movie for me too?" Wang Yaotang said with a laugh.

"Sure, but I'm afraid you won't agree."

Wang Yaotang laughed and didn't mention the matter again. This scoundrel, Bengya Ju, had his autobiographical film "Casino Tycoon" made in 98, and some of the evidence used in his sentencing came from the film…

"We could organize a Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) sporting event, inviting athletes from all over Asia to participate, with television broadcasts, and combined with the betting odds from He Duwang's side, the viewership would definitely be very high."

The atmosphere inside the stadium gradually heated up. The guy who had just shown off his skills on the ring was now more famous than a star. Many young people with connections came over to chat with him through introductions from their friends, and the stadium was soon packed with people.

The scene outside the stadium is quite different.

When cheers erupted, everyone outside, including the police, held their breath. Was there a result?

But who wins and who loses?
Everyone had placed bets, including the reporters outside. It was all about their money, so of course everyone was concerned.

The stadium entrance was blocked off by the Umbrella Corporation, and even the police couldn't get close. No news had come out, and many people were getting anxious. Some had already started cursing and swearing, suspecting that the match was fixed.

A few minutes later, an ambulance drove out from the stadium's underground area. Even though the Flying Tigers and PTU personnel knew they couldn't see it, they still craned their necks to look.

As soon as the ambulance left the stadium, reporters outside began frantically snapping photos.

After waiting a few more minutes, news finally came out from inside the stadium.

Wang Yaotang has brought glory to the Chinese people! (End of Chapter)