"Song Wang has already defeated more than a dozen people. This little kid from Long Guo is simply walking to his death!"
"Exactly. What a pitiful guy to provoke Song Wang and dare to enter the octagon."
"It's a pity. The woman who was with him just now was so beautiful. Song Wang will probably take her down too, hahahaha!"
At this moment, a group of local Thai residents on the street all laughed.
In their eyes, the kid from Long Guo was completely going to his death.
Song Wang was a Muay Thai master in this area, and many people who practiced Muay Thai wanted to challenge him.
But without exception, they were all defeated by Song Wang's fists.
As a result, many tourists came here wanting to witness real Muay Thai.
Song Wang was highly regarded by the local government, which made him arrogant and overbearing.
Even if someone was beaten to death in the octagon, the local government would treat it as an accident.
Wang Shu, who had just entered the octagon, looked very thin.
His thigh was not even as thick as Song Wang's arm.
How could such a man be a match for a Muay Thai master like Song Wang?
"Cheer up! You must cheer up!"
Jiang Jianjia, standing still, watched Wang Shu's back and prayed silently in her heart.
Although she didn't know how skilled Wang Shu was, she vaguely felt that Wang Shu was definitely not simple.
Because this guy always produced unexpected results.
Therefore, she believed that Wang Shu's action was not just for showing off, but that he must have been prepared.
Wang Shu walked into the octagon with a relaxed expression and took off his shirt.
"Hold this for me!"
Wang Shu shouted to Jiang Jianjia.
Jiang Jianjia immediately understood and quickly stepped forward to take Wang Shu's clothes.
"Hahaha, a skinny chicken, not a single muscle."
"He's finished, completely finished. How can he compete with anyone? Sigh!"
"What a disgrace to the people of Long Guo. Having no ability but still acting tough, he's going to have a hard time now!"
At this moment, when a group of Long Guo tourists saw Wang Shu's clean, pale upper body, devoid of abs or large muscles,
they all showed expressions of disappointment.
The absence of any muscle on his body indicated that he was likely pampered and never engaged in any physical activity.
Such a person, let alone fighting a Muay Thai master like Song Wang, would probably struggle against a bricklayer.
So they all sighed helplessly, thinking that this person had just shown off to save the damsel in distress.
If he was knocked out with one punch later, he would have lost all face.
And he would have disgraced all men from Long Guo along with him.
"What a pitiful physique."
"I've never seen such an ordinary physique, not even a single muscle."
"No wonder they call Long Guo people 'sick men of East Asia.' His skin is whiter than mine, a Caucasian."
At this moment, a few Caucasians watching the commotion all laughed.
They even found Wang Shu's actions utterly comical.
"You little weakling, one punch from me and you'll be down!"
Song Wang laughed heartily at Wang Shu.
Without exaggeration, he could take on fifty people with Wang Shu's physique at once!
"Is that so? Then I'd like to see how much power is in your punch."
Wang Shu's lips curved into a smile, and he looked at the burly man with a calm expression.
"Watch this!"
Seeing Wang Shu's arrogance, still talking tough on the verge of death, Song Wang directly threw a punch at him.
Wang Shu did not dodge or evade, letting the opponent's fist come at him.
"This kid is finished. With this punch, he'll probably be crippled!"
"Is he scared out of his mind? Why isn't he even dodging?"
"Alas, showing off invites disaster."
At this moment, the Long Guo tourists were the most anxious.
After all, in a foreign land, seeing a compatriot on the stage, even if they were not related, they couldn't help but hope for their compatriot to win.
But this time, they only hoped that Wang Shu wouldn't be beaten to death.
As Song Wang's fist landed heavily on Wang Shu's shoulder,
everyone gasped.
"He's dead for sure this time!"
"His arm is probably ruined!"
"Great, all for showing off, he'll have to sacrifice an arm!"
The few Long Guo tourists, seeing Song Wang's fist hit Wang Shu's shoulder, lowered their heads, unable to bear to watch any longer.
"Hahaha, I won! I knew he couldn't even take one hit!"
"This guy is such a waste, can't even dodge?"
"Long Guo people are indeed all trash, always bragging about how their kung fu is better than our Taekwondo."
Those few Korean men, seeing Wang Shu being hit by Song Wang's punch, immediately started calculating their bets.
"Wang Shu, are you okay?"
Jiang Jianjia's heart skipped a beat when she saw Wang Shu being hit on the shoulder by that big man.
She couldn't believe that Wang Shu hadn't even dodged and was hit directly by the opponent.
One second!
Two seconds!!
Three seconds!!!
As time passed, a trickle of dark red blood flowed from Wang Shu's shoulder.
However, in the octagon, Wang Shu did not fall.
Instead, Song Wang, who had attacked, was grimacing, his brows furrowed.
In the next second, Song Wang used his other hand to grab the arm he had just used to hit Wang Shu's shoulder.
Then he retreated several steps frantically.
"What's going on?"
"Wang Shu didn't fall, but why is Song Wang in pain?"
"What the heck?"
When everyone saw the situation in the octagon, they were all surprised.
The outcome was not what they had predicted.
Wang Shu was not knocked down by this punch; instead, he stood there calmly as if nothing had happened.
On the other hand, Song Wang looked like he had received a heavy blow.
"How does your own strength feel?"
Wang Shu took out a tissue, gently wiped the blood from his arm, and then smiled at Song Wang, who was holding his arm.
"Damn it, Song Wang is injured! That blood was Song Wang's!"
"That's impossible, right? That guy didn't even move. How did Song Wang get injured?"
"Incredible, absolutely incredible. What kind of technique does this guy have?"
At this moment, the group of Long Guo tourists, who had been unable to bear to watch, were all discussing in shock.
They had expected the young Long Guo man to be beaten badly, but the outcome seemed different from their predictions.
Now, although a punch had landed squarely on him, he seemed unaffected.
Conversely, the one who threw the punch, Song Wang, was in pain and his hand was still bleeding.
"I knew you wouldn't let us lose!"
Jiang Jianjia couldn't help but smile knowingly and murmured to herself after seeing this.
Since she met Wang Shu, she had noticed a unique aura about him.
It was that whatever he dared to do, he was confident he could accomplish.
And he could achieve his goals.
...
"You, you, you! What method did you use?"
Song Wang couldn't understand what had happened.
He had clearly punched the guy, so why did he feel a tremendous force coming back from his arm?
And now his entire arm felt numb and devoid of sensation.
"What did I do, don't you know? I've already experienced your boxing style.
Next, shouldn't it be my turn to show you my boxing style?"
Wang Shu walked towards Song Wang with a slight smile, saying with a benevolent smile.
"What the hell is going on? Why is Song Wang injured?"
"Damn it, I've lost all my bets now."
"I really underestimated this Long Guo kid."
Those Korean men, seeing Wang Shu unharmed, became furious.
All their bets were now gone.
"Gousheng Ichiro-kun, what do you think of this guy?"
"Very strange. I've never seen such strange martial arts before. I don't believe he's completely unharmed!"
The one named Gousheng Ichiro frowned and said.
As a successor to Japanese Karate, he traveled the world challenging martial artists to prove the influence of Karate.
Today, he had planned to challenge the so-called Song Wang.
He didn't expect a Long Guo person to get there first.
He had been ready to challenge Song Wang after Song Wang defeated this Long Guo man.
Unexpectedly, the Long Guo man's martial arts were unfathomable.
He could even injure Song Wang without taking any action.
This was the first time he had encountered such martial arts.
Therefore, he speculated that the Long Guo man might have steel plates hidden under his skin.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to take Song Wang's punch. And he could injure Song Wang's hand.
Because in Japan, there is a martial art where steel plates are hidden in various joints of the body.
This is used to strengthen the body's resistance to blows.
However, this kind of martial art is looked down upon by the martial arts community.
So he didn't think the Long Guo man in the octagon was anything special.
Wang Shu, ignoring the opinions of those around him, walked up to Song Wang.
Although Song Wang's arm still hurt, he immediately became vigilant.
After his initial mistake, he now had to look at the Long Guo man in front of him seriously.
He even gritted his teeth through the pain, assuming a defensive posture.
He was confident that if he was fully prepared, no one could harm him.
And although he looked big, his body was very flexible.
Even if he couldn't block the opponent's attack, he could easily dodge it.