The big man, resembling a great gorilla, hammered his chest vigorously before the crowd, roaring furiously.

He wore only a pair of leather shorts, his head sleek and hairless.

His build was extraordinarily burly, his arms as thick as an average person's thighs, the muscles bulging and shimmering with a reddish-bronze glow.

Such an underground fighter, regardless of his skills, at least provided the audience with a tremendous visual feast.

So when Bull Demon King appeared, he immediately sparked a chorus of cheers and shouts from countless spectators in the arena.

Their voices surged like a tide, even drowning out the deafening beat of the music.

Among the audience, some blew piercing whistles, some imitated the Bull Demon King's pose, waving at the formidable and fierce fighter, taking pride in catching his attention.

Interestingly, among Bull Demon King's enthusiastic fans, there were many glamorous and matured ladies.

These women, completely discarding any hint of ladylike restraint, jumped and cheered, blowing kisses non-stop to the Bull Demon King.

Yang Fei, watching from the side, couldn't help but laugh in silence.

This guy is like a bull, and if he went into the midnight gigolo business, he'd probably make a fortune.

Li Shun was introducing Bull Demon King on the side, saying, "This guy is a regular fighter at the First Blood Arena, apparently one-third Russian by blood."

"He often boasts that his ancestors were Russian strongmen who had conquered half of Huaxia."

"Since this guy stepped into the ring, the number of fighters he's maimed has surpassed twenty, with nearly all of them crippled."

Mad Blade listened from the side, his eyes glancing sideways at Bull Demon King, his face unusually serious for once.

"Brother Fei, this guy may only be a Mingjin Master, but his Xueqi and Essence Qi are extremely vigorous."

"Such a person has explosive power and an incredible ability to take hits; you need to be careful."

Yang Fei's fists clenched as he spoke lightly, "I don't care about that, I just want to say, this asshole is a Huaxia person, right?"

"Does he take pride in being of that sort? What 'Russian strongman heritage,' bullshit!"

Yi Long and Li Shun were both somewhat stunned.

Yang Fei, usually carefree and forever smiling as if he never got angry, was so infuriated over a single sentence.

Both felt they were increasingly unable to fathom Brother Fei's temper.

Mad Blade and Fan Yi exchanged glances.

Mad Blade chuckled with a smirk, "I can't stand such bullshit either. Talking about Kung Fu, our Huaxia are the ancestors."

"What Russian strongman, all bullshit. Brother Fei, later you'll burst his 'yolks'."

In front of the ring, Bull Demon King struck poses, constantly throwing punches and kicks, enticing a bunch of brain-dead fans to shriek at the top of their lungs.

Yet many more in the audience were even more intrigued by who dared to challenge the ferocious and fearsome Bull Demon King.

It was at this moment that the host announced the challenger's name.

He bellowed, "Now, please welcome our challenger to the ring, this brave fighter named Yang Fei, come forth, Yang Fei!"

"Who is Yang Fei?"

"Damn it, must be some clueless guy, his balls haven't even dropped, and he's trying to make a name for himself here. These youngsters, tsk tsk ..."

...

Yang Fei's name was too unfamiliar to the present audience, causing murmurs and curious stares toward the ring.

As the host continued to call out Yang Fei's name, it was as if he hadn't heard at all.

He and Mad Blade were on the side, guessing and suggesting that Bull Demon King's 'bird' couldn't possibly be longer than ten centimeters.

Li Shun and Yi Long were both amused as they watched the increasingly panicked host on the stage.

Whoever encounters Brother Fei is doomed to bad luck.

At this moment, the host's heart had completely collapsed.

The boxer named Yang Fei, who was just standing by the side of the ring smoking, let the host keep calling without responding.

This guy is really a bad news.

If Young Master Sun weren't watching from the side, the host would have wanted to jump out of the ring and drag Yang Fei up himself.

The host started to use reverse psychology.

He shouted loudly, "Could it be that our Bull Demon King is so powerful that he has scared the challenger, haha, it's entirely possible."

"Come on, everyone, chant with me, 'Mighty Bull Demon King, powerful Bull Demon King, long live the Bull Demon King...'"

All the fans started to shout along.

With the chanting of the crowd, the Bull Demon King kept kicking and punching, displaying his strength and ferocity with earth-shaking roars.

Yang Fei frowned and looked at the host with a teasing smile.

As soon as the host finished the third chant, Yang Fei's figure flashed and he stood on the stage, snatched the microphone from the host, and shouted into it, "The Bull Demon King is crap!"

The passionate fans, over a thousand of them, had already been stirred up by the host.

Under the force of inertia, they also chanted with Yang Fei, "The Bull Demon King is crap!"

Yang Fei burst into laughter, dancing with joy, and shouted into the microphone, "The Bull Demon King has big eyes but a tiny bird!"

At this moment, many passionate fans had already realized what was happening.

However, most of them couldn't stop and chanted along with Yang Fei, "The Bull Demon King has big eyes but a tiny bird."

This ridiculous scene, with such a ludicrous chant, emerged in the bloody and violent Underground Boxing Ring, instantly destroying the fervent atmosphere the host had tried so hard to create.

Many people who chanted realized they were tricked and couldn't help but laugh and curse.

Cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the host, who involuntarily glanced at Young Master Sun in the VIP stand.

Not far away, the expression on Young Master Sun's face was dark and gloomy as if it could drip water.

The host shivered and reached out to grab the microphone from Yang Fei.

Yang Fei chuckled, dodged lightly, and with a hook of his foot, the host suddenly cried out and tumbled off the stage.

"Roar!"

The Bull Demon King, unable to contain his fury and with bloodshot eyes, indeed glaring very widely, roared, "You're asking for death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Bull Demon King, like a raging bull, charged forward, throwing punches that crackled crisply.

Punches as thunderous as storm winds, a trademark of a Mingjin Master.

And at that very moment, two security guards in black suits rushed out, blocking the path of the Bull Demon King.

The wrathful Bull Demon King lifted both guards high, tossing them away.

Yang Fei watched the Bull Demon King with a mischievously gleeful expression, making people howl in frustration.

The host limped back onto the stage and desperately stopped the Bull Demon King.

He whispered to the Bull Demon King, "If you want to kill him, do it in the cage. That's what Young Master Sun means."

Upon hearing the words "Young Master Sun," the Bull Demon King shuddered violently and no longer went berserk.

He yelled at Yang Fei, "Just you wait, I'll kill you sooner or later."

The host then raised Yang Fei's hand high and said loudly, "This gentleman is today's challenger, Mr. Yang Fei!"

The host's words created waves of shock among the countless spectators.

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