Martial Arts Overlord!

hiss!

As soon as Lu Jin finished speaking, the burly man nicknamed Tyrant on the stage visibly gasped for breath, his eyes immediately widening like copper bells, and many spectators in the audience once again unleashed their hormones.

Cheers and shouts erupted incessantly as many people cheered wildly for Lu Jin. However, when it came to actual action, they still chose to bet on the Tyrant.

"Hey bro, you're even doing All-in Dragon Fist?"

Watching Wang Zheng's actions, someone couldn't help but advise him, "Although Dragon Fist is quite strong, Tyrant is no pushover; otherwise, he wouldn't have become a contracted fighter here."

"I suggest you go all in on the Tyrant like I did."

"Trust me, and you'll make a fortune."

Upon hearing this, Wang Zheng chuckled and said, "No need, I think Dragon Fist is more reliable."

Having trusted Lu Jin so many times, there's no reason for him to start switching sides again this time. You can always trust Lu Jin. Seeing Wang Zheng's action, the man who was trying to persuade him sighed and shook his head.

That night, he won a considerable amount by betting on Lu Jin, and this time he chose to trust his own judgment, declaring to the staff with unparalleled boldness, "All in, Tyrant! The wisdom of life lies in all-in!"

A moment later, the betting was completed. The staff reported this, and Jin Hu, who was leaning against the second-floor railing, immediately smiled and reminded Lu Jin that they could begin.

On the stage, countless spectators clenched their fists and shouted for the two. The tyrant crossed his arms and hadn't uttered a word since stepping onto the stage, like a cold, emotionless machine.

With his eyes fixed on the tyrant's figure, Lu Jin made the first move. The rubber ground deformed as he stomped his leg, and in an instant, Lu Jin's body was launched out.

Without any probing, Lu Jin intended to end the boxing match with a powerful and swift elbow strike to the Tyrant. He had already won enough; he could provide himself with several months' worth of medication.

Swish!

A loud bang echoed through the air, and in the blink of an eye, Lu Jin arrived in front of the Tyrant. However, the next second, something slightly unexpected happened to Lu Jin: the Tyrant spread his arms out and placed them in front of his chest.

He immediately crossed his hands again, and his palms caught Lu Jin's killing move without a scratch. He took a small half step back, which made Lu Jin's pupils shrink instantly, and also caused the audience who had bet on the Tyrant to erupt in deafening noise once again.

At that moment, Lu Jin immediately bounced back, but the Tyrant's massive body was also incredibly agile. Like a fierce tiger, he leaped up and clenched his reddened fists, which slammed down like heavy hammers as he fell.

"Weak and powerless!"

Without dodging, Lu Jin twisted his waist and lifted his hips, gathering all his strength into his fists, and rammed them towards the Tyrant's two fists!

Bang!

A thunderous tremor erupted across the entire arena, gripping the hearts of everyone present. A tremendous force instantly surged through Lu Jin's body, causing his legs to buckle involuntarily. The arena floor visibly deformed, and a small crater suddenly appeared.

The tyrant was also not having an easy time. His originally cold eyes were now filled with unparalleled shock. When he clashed with Lu Jin's move, his blood and qi surged, and he staggered several steps before regaining his balance after being thrown down by the reaction force.

This scene made Jin Hu, the person in charge, freeze in his cigar-smoking motion. He was becoming more and more interested in Lu Jin, wondering where this newcomer had come from.

But the audience only saw Lu Jin almost being knocked off the stage, Wang Zheng gritting his teeth and holding his breath, while the man who had just advised him to go all in on Tyrant was dancing with excitement.

"Brother, I told you, I'd call you the All-in Tyrant, but you didn't believe me. Now you're going to lose everything. Look at this young man, Dragon Fist; after nine battles, he's severely exhausted."

"In addition, Tyrant was already very strong and at his peak. After just a few rounds, Dragon Fist was already struggling to keep up."

In an instant, the cheers for the tyrant grew louder and louder. On the arena, the tyrant once again transformed into a fierce tiger and charged towards Lu Jin, as swift as a fleeting glimpse of a swan!

Before Lu Jin could react, he had already rushed to Lu Jin's side, his two strong arms grabbing Lu Jin's waist and ribs. The force was so great that even the skin of Lu Jin's dragon skin was a little sore.

And the tyrant spoke his first words to Lu Jin.

"it's over!"

After he finished speaking, the tyrant let out a heart-wrenching roar, his arm muscles bulged, the muscle lines became ferocious, and the veins popped out.

He unleashed his primordial power, and Lu Jin felt his feet leaving the ground. At the same time, the Tyrant had already assumed a lunge stance, which immediately made Lu Jin's hair stand on end!

This is a killing move found in many boxing styles, including his Dragon Fist, though it has a different name in other styles.

Lifting the enemy up and slamming him into the kneecap will break the spine in an instant, leaving the enemy crippled even if they don't die. Countless viewers were overjoyed at this sight, but many of Lu Jin's supporters were already preparing to wail.

"Oh no!"

Having witnessed so many underground boxing matches, Wang Zheng naturally knew what would happen to Lu Jin if the Tyrant used this move. He looked at the excited man beside him who had gone all in on the Tyrant.

At this moment, Wang Zheng closed his eyes in despair. Money was a small matter; the main problem was that he had brought Lu Jin here, which had harmed Lu Jin. From now on, Lu Jin would only be able to spend his life in a wheelchair.

Just when everyone thought Lu Jin was about to fall, Jin Hu shook his head and sighed. But no one expected that the next second, a sudden change would occur on the arena!

In an instant!

Lu Jin reacted extremely quickly, his feet moving so fast they became afterimages, his legs like deadly hooks that firmly gripped the tyrant's neck, leaving the tyrant's eyes filled with astonishment.

Using the speed and force of his slam into Lu Jin's body, Lu Jin suddenly exerted force with his legs, taking advantage of the momentum to directly uproot the tyrant from the ground.

Under the spotlight, the Tyrant was clearly caught off guard. His massive body was flipped into the air by Lu Jin's legs. The killing move was not completed. Instead, he crashed heavily onto the surface of the arena, making a deafening roar that left everyone dumbfounded!

At the same time, Lu Jin braced himself with his hands on the ground and performed a backflip to stand firmly on the arena. Seeing Tyrant Carp get up, he quickly charged over.

Before their fighting strength is stabilized, deliver a fatal blow!

"It's definitely time to end this!"

"It's no use, your strength is too weak!"

This was the tyrant's second sentence, still devoid of any emotion. He assumed a defensive stance, protecting his head and chest, but what he didn't expect was...

Lu Jin threw a punch straight at him, which he easily blocked, but before he could retaliate...

With a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, Lu Jin received eight more punches after his first.

The True Dragon's Nine Transformations!

Nine punches in an instant!

Nine fists combined into one!

"I said it's over, and that's it! You... can't!!"

Seizing the enemy's opening, Lu Jin showed no mercy and unleashed his full firepower!

The fourth punch caused a clearly audible cracking sound in the tyrant's defensive arm, which then drooped limply, leaving his chest gaping open and his legs staggering from the excruciating pain.

Then the remaining punches landed solidly on the tyrant's chest and ribs like heavy hammer blows.

Bang bang bang bang!

The resounding crash of fists colliding assaulted everyone's eardrums. Under their watchful eyes, blood gushed from beneath the tyrant's mask, causing him to retreat backward until Lu Jin delivered a powerful spinning side kick that sent him flying!

Boom!

The arena railing was smashed through by the tyrant's enormous body force, crashing directly into the crowd. With a kick of his legs, he fell asleep instantly!

Suddenly, everyone's eyes widened and focused on Lu Jin on the arena. Wearing a blue-faced mask with fangs, his fists were clenched, and his chest heaved slightly as he breathed heavily, he looked like a demon from hell, making people tremble with fear!

"Clatter!"

Apart from the sound of Jin Hu's cigar falling to the ground from the second floor, the huge underground boxing gym became completely silent!

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