"Oh my, buddy, are you okay? Come, sit, sit, have a glass of water. That was incredible, absolutely remarkable just now."

Seeing Li San return to the VIP room, Liang Yanlong immediately offered tea and served water to Li San, clearly overjoyed by Li San's ability to knock down his opponent in one move.

At this moment, Liang Yanlong had only one thought: hit the jackpot, really hit the jackpot this time.

If one Li Yunlong could be this formidable, then there's no need to worry about Shen Zhifan next.

Although everyone only took a 30% profit, two people together make 60%, and now looking at Li Yunlong's skills, even just 30% could bring in a fortune for him.

With excitement, Liang Yanlong looked again at the ring below. Shen Zhifan was slowly making his way onto the ring.

Compared to the boos when Li San went on stage, Xiaofan's appearance made all the audience hold their breath.

Another bodyguard from the security company, if not mistaken, they should be from the same place.

This Black Mantis now, like the Caterpillar before, is tall and thin, but after the first surprise, will there be a second surprise tonight?

Will breaking the norm happen twice in a row?

Then look at Xiaofan's opponent, a tall, muscular man with arm hair thick as pork. His chest, exposed, had insanely thick hair.

The mask he wore was that of a hellishly evil character.

Xiaofan considered himself to have much better composure than Li San, at least he wouldn't easily be provoked in such a fight. The road ahead was long, strength needed to be controlled bit by bit; if he exploded all at once, his odds would drop significantly. How else could he earn Red Butterfly's money?

Just like when Li San entered the ring, Xiaofan was underestimated by his opponent. Moreover, this time he made many provocative gestures arrogantly in front of Xiaofan.

These acts of provocation could ignite the audience's inner spark; they wanted to see intense battles, the bloody scenes provided a thrill for those in dull lives.

Saying harsh words, making provocative gestures wasn't common because the fighters knew the matches were brutal. Severe injuries and deaths were not uncommon, and if you could provoke your opponent, when one's strength was lesser, the opponent might not intentionally try to kill you.

However, exceptions existed, like the newly arrived skinny rookies; in their eyes, they were weak, so they didn't have to worry about being killed by provoking them.

Here, only the ones with hard fists could stand at the top of the ring.

"&%%￥*（*..."

Alright, here it comes, this guy started trash-talking Xiaofan. Probably as nasty as the last one said to Li San.

"European?" Xiaofan mumbled.

"Cough, cough, he cursed your mother just now, and said you're weak, that such a small body couldn't satisfy your woman, so he would knock you down and play with your woman, to show her what a real man is."

The host translated the opponent's words aloud, and as soon as these words were said, cheers erupted again from under the ring.

"I understand, my English has always been above 140."

Oh gosh, what's with this guy? Facing the opponent's insults and curses, he was actually complaining about his English scores in the ring? Is this guy out of his mind?

But these hosts are quite impressive too, knowing so many languages. Apparently, it's not just anyone who can find a job here.

"Hey, what's your monthly salary?"

"Me? Three hundred thousand."

"Hmm, only working about an hour a day, three hundred thousand is quite a lot."

Casual chatting, even after complaining about English scores, ends up in casual chatting. Where does this guy come from? Does he really know what he's doing?

"Hmm, I am indeed worse than him, it's an issue of composure." In the loft above, Li San couldn't help but admit.

With the end of the final betting time, the match officially began.

Xiaofan stood still, massaging his fingers; this seemed like stretching the bones before a big battle, so he wouldn't get hurt by being restrained when the fight started.

But why was he only loosening up his fingers?

"Yah..."

The opponent didn't care what you were doing; as soon as the match started, they immediately attacked Xiaofan.

Winning a match would bring huge profits, so these fighters were very, very eager for victory.

'Whish.'

'Bang.'

"Tch, I take back what I said about composure." Over in the loft, Li San scowled, turned back and sat down: "This guy is even nastier than me."

Liang Yanlong twitched his mouth, not sure if he should laugh or be shocked, these two guys are crazy, each more so than the last.

However, Xiaofan didn't knock his opponent down with one hit. Instead, he dodged the opponent's attack with a turn and knocked him down gently with a kick.

Of course, Li San's comment about being nastier referred to what was going to happen next.

"...%￥%#...&"

The opponent got up with curses, turned, and pounced at Xiaofan again.

'Bang.'

The same move, the same action, the same heavy crash onto the ring.

The shouts around the ring slowly quieted down; everyone was silent. Would this be another unexpected incident?

"&%%...￥*("

'Slap.'

This time, just as the opponent stood up, Xiaofan slapped him back down with a sharp, loud smack.

"Insult, I'll let you try insulting again. Try to say it again and see if I can't finish you."

'Slap.'

Another crisp slap sounded. The man who struggled to get up again lay down on the ring, each time head first.

A slap that could directly knock down a one-meter-ninety tall man showed just how powerful the slap was.

After being slapped twice, the opponent got smart and didn't stand up immediately but rolled away to one side, wanting to get enough distance before standing again.

However, just as he raised his head, the slap landed right before him again.

The audience below the ring was stunned; this Big Guy had no ability to fight back at all, being smacked down like a child, the loud slaps echoing in everyone's hearts.

And that's what Li San meant by nastier; he knocked his opponent down in one move, but this guy could've finished the fight quickly, yet he took it out on the opponent, humiliating them. And he still talked about patience; probably by now, Xiaofan even had the mind to kill.

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