I stormed down the mountain, took down all the big shots in the city, and the female CEO dragged me

The white-clad man entered the stage and, relying on his imposing physique and agile skills, defeated the man on the stage in less than a minute.

Los struck ruthlessly, kicking the already fallen man in the stomach, sending him slid off the ring.

His action immediately drew the ire of the audience.

"They lack martial ethics."

"You've already beaten them, how dare you humiliate them?"

Despite the criticism from the audience, Los smiled broadly, showing no shame but rather pride.

He stood on the stage, looking down contemptuously at the crowd below, and clenched his fist and shook it.

"In the boxing ring, fists speak."

Whoever has the stronger fist has the right to speak.

Anyone who disagrees, come at me.

He looked at the crowd below the stage with a defiant expression and waved his finger: "Chinese Kung Fu, no good."

"Loss, Good..."

The black man and the two girls beside him shouted loudly at the flamboyant Ross on stage and gave him a thumbs up.

Gao Wenhao noticed Xu Yuan's displeasure and sensed the coldness of the others around him, so he immediately shut his mouth before speaking.

If the winner on stage is Chinese, then there's no problem.

But you, a foreigner, are showing off your power and provoking people on Chinese soil, which will inevitably arouse public outrage.

"What did you say?"

Sure enough, as soon as Los finished speaking, a short man leaped onto the stage and coldly stared at the white man in front of him.

"You should stay in your own country. Coming to our territory to provoke us, I think you're tired of living."

"Today, I will show you that China is not the same as it was a hundred years ago."

The short, thin man was no less imposing; he stomped his foot like a cannonball and hurtled directly at Los.

Los showed no sign of nervousness. He got into a fighting stance, crossed his arms to block the short man charging at him, and then kicked out with his foot.

A powerful kick landed on the short man's stomach, sending him flying backward and crashing heavily onto the edge of the ring.

"Hahaha……"

Los laughed loudly, "Weakling, just a weakling, utterly vulnerable."

This made the faces of the people in the audience even more unpleasant.

One after another, people stepped into the ring, but all of them were easily defeated by Los.

Los is specially trained and has even participated in competitions.

Most of the people around the ring were self-taught.

The real masters are all preparing for tomorrow's capture the flag tournament and won't be here.

Watching one so-called expert after another fall at his feet, Los's arrogance grew even stronger.

He stood on the ring and even did somersaults in front of everyone.

"damn it."

The men in the audience were all men of spirit, and they clenched their fists in anger at his arrogance.

"I'll pay 100,000 to whoever can defeat him."

Suddenly someone shouted, and then someone else raised the price.

"I'll also contribute 50,000."

Unable to defeat them, they began offering high rewards to skilled individuals to intervene.

They're all hot-blooded men who can't stand seeing foreigners jumping around in front of them.

Losing to our own people is one thing, but losing to foreigners is absolutely unacceptable; this is something China has never tolerated for thousands of years.

Seeing that no one dared to go on stage, Los pointed at the crowd below and said, "I'll give you four words: the Chinese disease..."

"I'll give it a try."

Before he could finish speaking, a calm and unhurried voice suddenly rang out. Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a figure appear at the back of the crowd.

Xu Yuan was about to make a move the moment he heard Los say those four words, but he stopped when he heard someone was about to go up.

"It's him."

"Brother Xu, do you know him?" Chen Xiaofang looked at the man who slowly appeared with one hand behind his back and felt a sense of intimidation from his aura.

"Bastard."

"A turtle?"

Chen Xiaofang said resentfully, "Brother Xu, if you're not going to talk, then don't talk. Why are you cursing at me?"

Xu Yuan's lips curled up slightly as she glanced down at Chen Xiaofang beside her: "His name is Wang Ba (Turtle)."

"what……"

Chen Xiaofang blushed, realizing she had misunderstood Xu Yuan: "How come there's someone with that name?"

I never expected to see Wang Ba, one of the Eight Vajras of the Martial Arts Tournament, who had disappeared for so long, here again.

I had talked to him before and suggested that he travel around before coming back, and then we haven't seen each other since.

Under the skeptical gazes of the crowd below, Wang Ba walked up the steps one by one.

"Is he any good enough?"

"You'll know once you've tried it."

The audience was also uncertain, after all, Los had defeated many experts in a row, which had also shattered their confidence.

"You want to fight me?"

Los looked at the tortoise with disdain and confidently held up one finger: "I'll beat you within ten seconds."

"Alright, you have ten seconds to stand still."

Wang Ba's voice was icy, his eyes fixed on Los's blue eyes like those of a hawk.

He held up one finger: "Using both hands is bullying you; one hand is enough for me."

"Oh, arrogant Chinese."

Los didn't waste any words with him, he just wanted to defeat him as soon as possible, so he roared and swept a whip kick at the turtle.

Wang Ba kept his promise, with one hand behind his back, ready to fight using only one hand.

Los's leg struck the turtle's arm as if it were hitting an iron plate, leaving it completely still.

"good!"

When the crowd below saw that Wang Ba stood firmly in place and blocked Los's kick without swaying at all, they cheered and applauded loudly.

A true expert's skill is immediately apparent.

With just that one move, the people in the audience knew that victory was assured.

Sure enough, before the cheers had even subsided, Wang Ba flicked his wrist, and Los's ankle was firmly gripped in his hand.

With a slight push, Los was like a falling leaf, arcing through the air before crashing heavily into the mud pit below the stage, making a face-first gesture.

"Good, well played."

The crowd erupted instantly, crowding around Los and taking the opportunity to kick him a couple of times.

"Shut your mother, you dare to act arrogantly again?"

Wang Ba stood on the stage, looking down at Los below: "You better remember this, this is China."

"In the past, you bandits could come in carrying guns."

Now, you are not allowed to come in without permission. Even if you do come in, you must follow our rules and behave respectfully.

Here, our rules are the only rules.

"Loss..."

Gao Wenhao, along with the black man and several female classmates, rushed to Los's side in a panic and quickly helped him up.

"How are you?"

Los was helped up, his body numb. He looked around blankly, not even knowing how he had fallen.

"Rude, brute."

Los's girlfriend pointed at the other people around and shouted, "How can you treat him like this? He's a foreigner!"

"Young lady, what country are you from?"

The man next to her couldn't stand it anymore and pointed at the girl, firing back angrily: "I bet you're Chinese too, right?"

Why do you choose to be someone's dog instead of a decent person? Do your parents know?

If your ancestors knew what you were doing, they'd probably crawl out of the ground and come looking for you.

"you…"

Seeing the menacing looks from the crowd, Gao Wenhao reminded them not to say anything out of turn.

If they really anger these people, they might not be able to leave this place.

"Let's go quickly, take Los back to heal his injuries first."

Gao Wenhao and the others helped Los pass by Xu Yuan. Xu Yuan's expression was gentle. Where others couldn't see, he flicked his finger and sent an invisible stream of true energy into the black man's body.

Wang Ba stepped down from the arena and walked directly to Xu Yuan.

"Mr. Xu, I didn't expect you to come too."