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"Now, let's announce the rules of the match." The referee stepped onto the stage, his hawk-like eyes sweeping over the two players. "The rules are simple: no rounds, no points, no timeouts, the match continues until one side is completely unable to get up."

Brison tilted his head back, his bluish-purple tongue licking his nose ring. His pupils suddenly dilated, completely covering the whites of his eyes, clearly indicating that the effects of the drugs were beginning to take hold.

"Start now!" The referee raised his hand above his head, swiftly brought it down, and then hurriedly ran towards the iron gate.

His gaze just now was like that of a seasoned veteran, but now he's running faster than a rabbit, Li Xiao thought to himself.

At that moment, a large foot kicked the referee in the waist, and he was immediately sent flying forward uncontrollably.

Boom!

The referee's face slammed into the wire mesh, causing the mesh frame to shake violently.

"Fuck!" The referee, with blood streaming from his nose, cursed and crawled toward the iron gate, then tumbled down the steps. The staff in uniform quickly stepped forward and locked the iron gate.

It looked as if some ferocious cougar was hiding inside.

The audience burst into laughter, clearly delighted by the referee's predicament.

No one cares about the referee's life or death. As the last fight of the night, locking the iron gate is the rule. No one can walk out of there without someone lying down.

Brison withdrew his foot, his dark pupils fixed intently on Li Xiao.

The two-meter-tall mountain of flesh stomped on the cement ground with a thud, and in two or three steps he had already stepped in front of Li Xiao.

An elbow strike came straight at Li Xiao's face without any hesitation. The power provided by the massive body was terrifying, and Li Xiao could even feel the gust of wind coming towards him.

The audience seemed to have already anticipated that Li Xiao would be knocked down by this blow.

Quese's expression changed. Could this kid be taken down as soon as he stepped onto the field?

Li Xiao neither dodged nor flinched, but suddenly stretched out his hand, his five fingers curled and spread, instantly meeting Bryson's elbow strike!

The palm and elbow collided with a dull thud, and Bryson's thick arm, which was big enough to run a horse, was actually caught steadily by Li Xiao's palm, which was several times smaller.

Brison felt as if his arm had hit soft steel, unable to press down even an inch, but the numbing effect of the drug prevented him from feeling any pain.

Li Xiao remained expressionless as he slowly withdrew his grip, causing the bones in Bryson's arm to creak. Suddenly, the muscles in Li Xiao's arm bulged.

Veins bulged under his skin like earthworms. He twisted his waist suddenly, and Bryson's feet were lifted half a meter off the ground.

This was even with him in a somewhat weakened state; otherwise, he would have lifted Brison completely above his head.

This left everyone present dumbfounded. They were utterly astonished to see the small-statured Li Xiao effortlessly lift a burly man who was over two meters tall.

"Impossible! Where did you get that much strength? You must have used some kind of medicine!"

Brison was furious. Being grabbed by someone much shorter than himself was like slapping his face to death.

Li Xiao gave a light shout, and Brison was slammed solidly onto the concrete ground like a clown doll.

The entire steel cage trembled, and Brison spat out a mouthful of blood before instantly getting to his feet.

Brison's shoulder blades were deeply sunken, and his back was covered in large bruises, but he managed to hold on.

"As expected, he's tough to deal with," Li Xiao thought, taking a deep breath. A normal person would likely be knocked unconscious after being thrown, but Bryson, under the influence of drugs, was actually highly agitated.

"I'm going to beat you to death, Connor!"

Brisson let out a strange, muffled growl, like barbed wire scraping against glass, and then charged like a bison.

This time, instead of waiting for Brison to get close, Li Xiao walked towards him.

Splat!

Brison gripped Li Xiao's shoulders tightly with his large hands. He opened his mouth wide and exhaled, his upper body muscles bulging instantly.

"Connor, guess what I did before I went on stage? I abused a five-year-old girl again, and it felt awful!"

The knuckles of his hands were being squeezed so hard they cracked, as if he wanted to tear Li Xiao in two. But while Brison was red-faced and his neck was bulging, Li Xiao didn't react at all. His mind, which had been messed up by drugs, showed a rare hint of confusion.

Is this guy made of iron?

Looking at Li Xiao, who was shrouded in shadow, Queser crossed his arms in front of him, his eyes revealing anxiety.

Connor's move just now was incredibly powerful. For the first time, he believed that this kid really knew Chinese Kung Fu. Just like Jack Chen, he finally found someone who could fight, and he hoped that the kid wouldn't die in the ring.

"Have you squeezed enough?"

Li Xiao raised his head expressionlessly, and as Brison regained his senses, he nudged Brison's large hand off his shoulder. Then, he slowly extended his fist and gently touched Brison's chin as if teasing a dog.

Li Xiao's face flushed red, and his muscles tightened as his bones collided, releasing surging kinetic energy!

The moment the fists made contact, a volcanic-like force erupted!

The strong wind even caused his hood to rise slightly.

Upon hearing about Brison's heinous acts, Li Xiao resolved to kill the guy in the most brutal way possible, even if it meant revealing some of his extraordinary strength.

Brison's jawbone bulged out of his cheek in an instant, and a mouthful of yellow teeth was pushed into his gums. The next second, his body was lifted up from the spot as if he were riding a rocket!

The enormous body took off from the spot and flew higher and higher. To everyone's horror, Bryson actually flew out of the cage and landed outside the arena!

boom!

The ground seemed to have been struck by a breaker, and everyone felt a tremor beneath their feet.

Brison's head hit the ground first, and at the moment of impact, a large mass of red and white blood gushed out like a faucet being turned on.

In an instant, the entire arena fell into an eerie silence.

Everyone present was dumbfounded. How could someone weighing over 300 pounds be blasted out of a cage and thrown outside the arena? Is this even human?

"Bullshit! Is that a fist? It's a cannonball!"

"What a generous gift! My eyes must be playing tricks on me! A single punch knocks someone out of the cage—that's terrifying!"

"Oh my god, five meters! Bryson, who weighs over 300 pounds, flew a full five meters!"

Everyone jumped up from their seats, beer and drinks spilled onto the backs of those in front, but no one cared anymore; this was an unprecedented boxing match.

Those who lost money stopped insulting Bryson; after all, he was dead, and saying more wouldn't change anything.

"I heard it from next to Queser, that's some serious kung fu!" someone whispered in the crowd.

This sentence was like gasoline being ignited; the word "kung fu" was deeply imprinted in everyone's mind after Bruce Lee brought it to America.

"Kungfu! I'll teach you some serious kung fu! Like Bruce Lee's!"

"My God, he's a walking time bomb! Anyone who gets hit by him will explode!"

Everyone spontaneously threw handfuls of money into the cage. Those who came here to watch the fight were seeking the most thrills. The bloody carnage of the past was nothing compared to today's human bombs. The thrill was enough to make one's scalp tingle.

"Connor! Connor!"

"You're fucking awesome, Connor!"

"I declare that you are my idol!"

A deafening roar erupted from the crowd, everyone shouting Li Xiao's alias. The sound shook the ceiling.

Quesser jumped up from his seat as if he'd been electrocuted, not even noticing that his cigar had burned through his custom-made suit.

He waved his arms wildly, yelling, "He's my man! Connor is someone I signed! I knew I hadn't misjudged him!"

He raised his hands above his head and roared at the entire boxing match.

This is really giving the crippled gang a lot of face.