Zhang Liunian heard the voice and turned to look at the approaching person. He saw an ordinary-looking middle-aged man appear in his line of sight. The man's upper body was bulging, his muscles defined, looking intimidating.
Zhang Liunian paid no attention to his muscles; he only noticed the calluses on the man's fists, a mark of someone who had practiced boxing for years. He thought to himself, this one must have some foundation.
"Your grandpa beat him. What dare I not do?" Zhang Liunian took a step forward and retorted directly.
Upon hearing this, the muscular man's eyes widened in anger. "You bumpkin, you probably don't know how to write the word 'death.' Dare to hit my men, and you'll have no good outcome."
"Who wants your fruit? I'm here to have you restore the boundary line and fill in the hole. Do you really think you're number one in the world to openly occupy others' land? Have you no shame?"
"Who occupied anything? This is my territory. What business is it of yours? If you keep yapping, I'll twist your head askew."
"I've never met such a shameless person. You occupy my land and then forbid me from resisting? You must be dreaming."
Zhang Liunian was amused and exasperated. Lately, there were more and more shameless people, and he didn't know where they all came from. It was truly an eye-opener.
"Of course, you can't resist. Resistance leads to beating," the muscular man showed Zhang Liunian his bicep, looking at him provocatively.
Zhang Liunian twitched his mouth, unwilling to watch his foolish display. "Enough nonsense. I'll give you two options: first, restore the boundary line and flatten my land; second, we fight now, and if you lose, you'll obediently comply. Choose one."
"Nonsense! We didn't move the boundary. This was always our dividing line, and we haven't moved it an inch."
The muscular man would never admit what they had done. They came here precisely to cause trouble for Zhang Liunian and to seize his property. Why would they listen to him and restore it? How would they report back to their superiors?
Did he have no pride?
"Since that's the case, I can only fight until you obediently listen." Zhang Liunian stopped talking, closed his mouth, and charged towards the muscular man.
Seeing this, the muscular man calmly adopted a stance, waiting for Zhang Liunian's move.
Zhang Liunian quickly reached him and threw his first punch, aimed directly at the muscular man's jaw.
The muscular man, also a seasoned practitioner, was naturally adept at evading. As Zhang Liunian's fist came towards him, he immediately sidestepped and dodged it, launching a counterattack.
Zhang Liunian, having been in countless battles, easily dodged the counterattack.
The two began to fight, exchanging blows. After several rounds, neither gained the upper hand.
This caused them both to pause for a moment, then they attacked again rapidly, as if eager to determine a winner.
With this thought, they exchanged dozens of moves in quick succession. In the end, Zhang Liunian gained a slight advantage with one move, which landed on the muscular man's mouth.
With a "bang," Zhang Liunian's punch left the muscular man with a bleeding lip. However, he felt no pain, only increased excitement.
The muscular man was intrigued by Zhang Liunian. He was the "Little Boxing King" of Hong Kong City and had never lost more than ten fights. He had expected to sweep through everyone in Peng City, but on his first day, he encountered someone who could match him.
This ignited his competitive spirit and his fighting instincts. Zhang Liunian was interesting. Chairman Chen hadn't lied; he was an excellent whetstone for him to hone his skills.
"Awesome, again."
The muscular man wiped the blood from his lips, clapped his hands, and charged at Zhang Liunian again.
Zhang Liunian did not dare to be careless. This was the first time he had encountered such a tenacious opponent. This muscular man was not simple, his skills not much inferior to his own. He couldn't afford to be negligent anymore.
"Come."
With a loud shout, Zhang Liunian met him. The two began another close-quarters battle of fists and flesh. This was a bare-handed contest, and neither pulled out any weapons.
It seemed they both intended to defeat the other with their fists, disdainful of using weapons.
Zhang Qian, watching from the side, was secretly alarmed. Since this muscular man could exchange so many moves with their Brother Liunian without being defeated, he must be a formidable opponent. He could only hope that Brother Liunian would continue to emerge victorious.
On the other side, the muscular man's underlings stopped digging pits and lined up, cheering for their boss.
"Boss is mighty!"
"Boss is mighty!"
"Boss, beat him to death! You're the greatest Little Boxing King, you can definitely beat this country bumpkin."
"Boss, don't hold back, show your true strength and let these country bumpkins know how powerful you are."
"Boss, keep it up!"
"..."
Seeing these men like this, Zhang Qian was instantly angered and started cheering for Zhang Liunian as well.
"Brother Liunian, fight! Go on! Beat this braggart to death! Little Boxing King? I think he's more like a little shrimp."
"..."
Zhang Liunian suddenly heard Zhang Qian's words and almost lost focus, allowing the muscular man to hit him. Fortunately, he quickly regained his wandering attention and focused on the fight, preventing himself from being hit.
"Brother Liunian, beat the shameless one to death!" Zhang Qian, not noticing the change in Zhang Liunian's movements, continued to glare fiercely at the muscular man's underlings.
Seeing him dare to confront them alone, the underlings glared back defiantly and continued to cheer for their boss.
"Boss is mighty."
"Boss, beat these bumpkins to death."
"..."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Qian quickly cheered for Zhang Liunian, fearing he would fall behind these underlings. "Brother Liunian, go!"
Fortunately, his wish was soon fulfilled.
After Zhang Liunian and the muscular man had exchanged about a hundred blows, the situation slowly began to change. Zhang Liunian, using a surprise elbow strike, hit a weak point of the muscular man's rib cage, the body's vital spot. This instantly caused him immense pain and rendered him unable to lift his arm.
Zhang Liunian seized this opportunity, delivering a fast, accurate, and fierce right hook, followed by a sweeping kick. He successfully pinned the muscular man down, winning the match.
"Will you restore it or not?" Zhang Liunian's foot pressed down on the muscular man, his tone icy.
The muscular man looked on in disbelief. "Impossible! How could you possibly beat me? Impossible, absolutely impossible! You're just a country bumpkin who's never seen the world. How could you be my opponent?"
Not only did he not believe it, but his underlings were also wide-eyed, looking as if they were dreaming. No one could believe that their formidable boss had lost to Zhang Liunian and was now being stepped on by him.
"..." Zhang Liunian was speechless. He increased the pressure of his foot, directly causing the muscular man to cry out in pain.
"Does it hurt? It should hurt, because you lost."