Chapter 817: Chapter 817: Defeating the Enemy with One Move
"Ha!"
"As you wish."
Li Feng looked at Xiao Xi with a slight smile, then stepped directly onto the ring, "Number 230, come up."
Xiao Xi curled her lips.
Ha, men.
Just as the master said, men are inherently arrogant, even if they know it, they still crash headlong in front of women.
Utterly foolish.
Xiao Xi turned and sat back in her seat. A two-meter tall, sturdy figure stood up, Number 230, Tie Xuan from the Vajra Sect.
Hmph.
Seems like he’s underestimated.
Tie Xuan strode onto the ring with big steps.
The host, Ling Xue, began the pre-match commentary. After Tie Xuan got on stage, he activated his muscles and bones, making a cracking sound.
His tiger-like eyes looked at Li Feng coldly.
"Ha, do you think you are Hua Wushuang and want to use me to establish your might? Let me tell you, you’ve picked the wrong person."
Tie Xuan held back his anger. Being defeated by Hua Wushuang, he did feel a bit frustrated, but thinking of Hua Wushuang’s monstrosity, he wasn’t too upset.
People should compare themselves with people, not monsters, which is a recipe for frustration.
He knew quite a bit about this Li Feng’s information—although the opponent KO’d his opponent in the morning, that’s not enough to defeat him.
"Host, please start quickly. I’m already a bit impatient."
Tie Xuan planned to throw his opponent off the ring in one go.
"Okay, now both competitors please take your positions, the match begins."
"Dang!"
A crisp gong sounded.
"Ha, who do you think will win this match?"
"Do you even need to ask? It’s got to be Number 230."
"Yes, I also think Number 230 will win. From the information updated by Know-It-All, Number 2 and Number 230 are not even comparable."
"Number 2 isn’t that weak, right? He KO’d his opponent with one kick in the morning."
"Ha, it also depends on who the opponent was, doesn’t it? The one he KO’d was someone from the Yue Family Martial Arts Hall. Their strength was considered the bottom tier, but Number 230 is different. Even though he was defeated by Hua Wushuang, Hua Wushuang is not the same."
"Hah!"
While people around were discussing, Tie Xuan burst out on the ring, his muscles tightened like iron armor covering him.
The next second, Tie Xuan charged towards Li Feng like a Barbaric Bull.
It was the same posture as the morning, but the opponent this time was different.
"Get out of here."
Tie Xuan quickly got close and let out a loud shout.
At the same time, his Iron Fist tore through the air, gathering a gust of wind on the fist, the air in front of Li Feng’s face was instantly sucked away, engulfed by a suffocating feeling.
"Ha."
Xiao Xi curled her lips, as if she could see the scene of Li Feng being knocked off the ring by Tie Xuan’s Iron Fist.
She didn’t think Li Feng could withstand Tie Xuan’s tough blow.
At this critical moment.
Li Feng’s figure flickered, directly dodging Tie Xuan’s ferocious Iron Fist. His hands took hold of Tie Xuan’s arms, twisting around, as if merging his whole body into Tie Xuan’s figure.
A shoulder throw.
Li Feng’s strength almost seamlessly aligned with Tie Xuan’s violence, using borrowed strength to the utmost.
Using this force, Tie Xuan’s nearly 300-pound sturdy body was pried up by Li Feng, just like Archimedes said, give me a fulcrum, and I can move the earth.
How similar this scene is.
Tie Xuan was directly thrown off the ring into the air, and the previously buzzing discussion seemed to be paused, instantly ceasing.
Thud.
Tie Xuan’s bulky body fell straight to the ground below the ring. The twin hosts were stunned, unable to react for a moment.
Is it over?
"Damn!"
Someone couldn’t help but exclaim, instantly breaking the silence of the arena, and the spectators and competitors around were all in an uproar.
"Whoa, Tie Xuan actually lost again."
"This Number 2, Li Feng, has got something."
Professionals see the essence, amateurs see the excitement. None of the people present were amateurs. Was Tie Xuan weak? Absolutely not weak. At least many people knew they couldn’t beat Tie Xuan.
They thought Number 2, Li Feng, who seemed to have little strength, was just playing around. Yet he unexpectedly caused an upset once again.
Li Feng straightened up, looking provocatively at Number 1, Xiao Xi.
"Number 1, dare to come up and fight me?"
Xiao Xi looked at Li Feng’s "small man succeeds" expression, and was really a bit annoyed. This guy’s move to take down Tie Xuan was a bit opportunistic, but Tie Xuan was also a blockhead, just knew how to rush, rush, rush.
Could it be that he didn’t know to use his brain a little?
"Hmph, not interested."
"Not interested or afraid of losing to me?"
"Trying to provoke me, you are still too immature. I won’t fall for it." Xiao Xi wouldn’t fall for it, still thinking to provoke this girl.
Thinking too much.
"Number 2 contestant, do you want to continue or rest?"
Li Feng chose to continue directly. Earlier he intended to see the strength of Group A contestants. He had already seen it in the morning, not just spoken idly in the restaurant.
Except for Hua Wushuang, everyone else was nothing.
"I concede!"
"This match Number 56 concedes, congratulations to Number 2, Li Feng, for consecutive victories in two rounds, scoring six points."
Li Feng walked directly off the ring. His choice of Number 230, Tie Xuan, was also intended to send a warning. If anyone felt they could match Tie Xuan, they were welcome to challenge, and Li Feng wouldn’t mind spending more time.
After finishing the day’s matches for Group A, Li Feng did not continue to stay at the Group A venue, as it was no longer meaningful.
Li Feng went directly to Group B’s competition venue. The Group B arena was located at a boxing ring on the cruise ship, able to accommodate hundreds of people, an ideal martial arts venue.
Li Feng entered the venue, found a seat towards the back, and then looked at the match currently taking place on the stage.
This match wasn’t very interesting, even though both sides were going back and forth, equally matched, in Li Feng’s eyes, these two were just weaklings.
"Congratulations to contestant Number 7 for winning."
"In the next match, contestant Number 18 will challenge contestant Number 200. Both competitors please come to the stage."
"In the morning match, contestant Number 200 and his opponent both suffered severe injuries, spitting blood, and the scene was very brutal. After only three hours of recovery, you can see that contestant Number 200 seemingly has internal injuries; even walking seems to aggravate his injuries."
"Can he still fight?"
"Contestant Number 200, are you really not considering conceding? If you continue fighting in this match, your injuries will become more severe, and you may not be able to continue to the final match."
"To me, there is only a defeated Li Bielang, not a conceding Li Bielang. I, Li Bielang, never admit defeat."
Li Bielang grabbed the microphone and shouted loudly. After shouting, he had another violent cough, covering his mouth with his hand, even coughing up blood.
"What?"
The host was dumbfounded.
The contestant Number 18 on the stage saw this scene, raised his head coldly, "Li Bielang, stop toughing it out. I’m really afraid of accidentally killing you."