Under One Person: In the Lü Family, Liver Becomes Supreme

Looking at the imposing Yang Cheng, Anleni smiled contemptuously, put on his braces, raised his arms, exerted all his strength, and wantonly displayed his powerful muscles.

He enjoyed the feeling of crushing the weak, and the despair and disbelief in his opponents' eyes gave him great pleasure.

He shook his head and casually walked up to Yang Cheng, got into a boxing stance, smiled freely, and uttered some not-so-standard Chinese.

"coward."

Faced with the foreigner's mockery, Yang Cheng's face instantly turned angry. He snorted coldly, exhaled deeply, and his figure flashed, turning into a blur as he took the initiative to attack.

"boom--"

With a dull thud, Yang Cheng's fist, as fast as lightning, slammed into Anleni's chest with a booming sound, causing the arena floor to tremble slightly.

Several gasps of surprise came from the crowd below; the attack looked quite powerful.

But Yang Cheng's expression changed. Instead of feeling the softness of flesh and blood, his fist felt the sharp pain of hitting a steel wall. The force rebounded, and his entire arm went numb.

"How is this possible? Why is this muscle and skin harder than steel?!"

Before he could retract his fist, Anleni had already stepped forward, his shoulders and hips moving in unison, delivering a simple and unadorned punch straight to his opponent's ribs.

The punch was delivered silently, yet as heavy as a falling stone.

Faced with such an attack, Yang Cheng had no choice but to hastily block with his arm. With a soft "thud," he felt a sharp pain in his arm bone and was sent flying, crashing into the rope loop before bouncing back to the ground.

After exchanging only two moves, Yang Cheng could already tell that his opponent's physical strength was far superior to his own.

To win now, we must do our best to find the opponent's weaknesses.

With these thoughts in mind, Yang Cheng gathered his strength in his dantian, let out a roar, and charged forward again, engaging Anleni in fierce combat.

At this moment, everyone watching was staring intently at the scene before them.

The two were fighting in ways that exceeded their comprehension; they were like two ferocious beasts, and every move they made stirred up waves of energy.

Even the ground of the arena cracked slightly from the impact of the two fighters.

A young man watching swallowed hard: "How is this possible? Can martial arts really reach this level?"

Watching the two fighting on the stage, Lü Xin sighed helplessly. After exchanging two moves, he already knew the outcome.

The cultivation system in mainland China differs significantly from that in foreign countries. This system focuses on physical training to build a strong body and abundant qi and blood.

Foreign systems, on the other hand, use some kind of secret method to modify themselves, increasing the strength of their skin to a higher level. For example, alchemy can make a person's body as strong as steel, which is also one of the most popular secret methods in the West.

The method used by this kind of person is quite simple; it's not difficult for any random hermit to take his life with some underhanded means.

But on the arena, in a pure contest of physical skills, this guy has a huge advantage, or more precisely, against the mainland's masters of physical combat, this alchemically enhanced human has a great advantage.

In addition, it is worth mentioning that Yang Cheng is indeed very talented. This alchemy is not completely invincible. According to the information from Jianghu Xiaozhan, people who are modified by alchemy usually have a significant weakness, which is what is commonly referred to as a "weak point" on the mainland.

However, breaking through this weakness requires considerable strength, which is not easy for a skilled fighter like Yang Cheng.

At this moment, just as Lü Xin had predicted, the situation on the field changed.

When Yang Cheng's offensive faltered, Anleni exhaled and let out a low shout.

The next moment, he slowly raised his right fist and then slammed it down, delivering a powerful punch straight to the center.

Yang Cheng had nowhere to dodge at this moment. He hurriedly raised his arm to block, but he felt an unparalleled force penetrate his arm, causing his internal organs to churn, his tiger's mouth to crack, and his fists to be unable to clench.

Anleni closed in, delivering shoulder strikes, elbow strikes, and knee strikes, each blow as heavy as a crushing iron.

Yang Cheng's hardened body, forged through rigorous training, became utterly insignificant in his presence. He was forced to retreat repeatedly, blood gushing from his nose, his steps unsteady.

The final, simple straight punch landed squarely on his face, his vision went black, and he fell straight backward, crashing heavily onto the ring.

Even so, he struggled to stand up, each breath accompanied by the flow of blood.

If an ordinary person had suffered this kind of injury, they would probably be dead by now.

Faced with victory within his grasp, Anleni was not in a hurry to seize it. Instead, he showed off his muscles to the crowd below the stage, his face full of unrestrained and arrogant smiles.

At this moment, faced with the foreigner's arrogance, everyone present remained silent, not uttering a single word.

After his initial arrogance, Anleni grew somewhat bored and walked straight towards Yang Cheng, ready to end the fight.

Faced with the threat of death, even though his body was already overwhelmed, Yang Cheng showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, he struggled to get into a fighting stance again, his eyes filled with determination.

Once you step into the ring, the option of surrendering is completely abandoned.

He will either win or he will die here.

Lu Xin sighed softly. Such a promising talent, and one who loved his country so much, it was a real pity he died.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but wave towards the ring: "Hey, that Anleni, make him come down, I'll fight you."

Hearing the shouts from below, Anleni turned around, his eyes full of confusion.

Oh dear, I forgot, this guy doesn't speak Mandarin.

When Lu Xin seemed about to say something, Anleni's translator quickly came over.

"Sir, you can tell me what you want to say, and I will translate it for Mr. Anleni."

After glancing at the translator, Lü Xin shook his head, indicating that it was not necessary.

"It's okay, I know a little bit of foreign languages."

In this situation, it would be unwise to let the translator speak in order to protect Yang Cheng, since there are some things he wouldn't directly translate.

The only way to provoke Anleni's emotions is to speak up himself.

With these thoughts in mind, Lü Xin began to recall the foreign language knowledge he had learned in his previous life, using gestures and words to illustrate his points.

"If you brave, you fight me, or else, uh, you are rubbish, so save him, I fight you."

The translator standing to the side was already a bit bewildered by the broken foreign language. His lips twitched, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

No, sir, is this what you meant by knowing a foreign language? Well, you really do know a little bit.

Seemingly sensing the meaning of the translator beside him, Lü Xin coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment.

This shouldn't be. In my past life, I was a proper college student who passed the CET-4 and CET-6 exams on my first try. I never thought that it would be so difficult for me to speak a complete sentence now.

Surprisingly, Anleni on the stage understood Lü Xin's meaning, nodded, and showed a hint of interest in his eyes.

"Okay, since you want him to live, then trade your life for his."

The interpreter quickly translated Anleni's words in their entirety.

Seeing that things were going smoothly, Lü Xin breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and sent someone to help Yang Cheng down from the stage before heading straight to the arena.

Okay, now it's time for the main character to appear...