Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Championship Contest

  Upon hearing the cheers from the crowd, Song Jian was somewhat perplexed. He took a closer look at Zhang San and saw that he had a large belly, prominent stomach, and legs covered in thick hair. He stood over 1.85 meters tall, with a large spherical head and almost no visible neck. His entire body likely weighed over 200 kilograms. However, despite his obesity, Zhang San did not appear to be weak, but rather seemed to possess great physical strength.

  However, the most important thing is that Zhang San's chest hair is too dense, thick and black, a big patch of fluffiness, just looking at this chest hair makes people's feet go soft.

  At this time, the audience's shouting continued: "Zhang San, Zhang San!"

  Song Jian couldn't help but smack his lips and glanced at Gao Yuan beside him, asking: "Is this Zhang San very famous? Why does he look like a butcher?"

  Gao Yuan disdainfully glanced at Song Jian: "You really haven't seen the world, you don't even know Zhang San. Before he became famous, Zhang San was indeed a butcher who specialized in slaughtering pigs. But now he doesn't need to do that anymore, he's become the brightest star in the martial arts world, and everyone calls him 'Folk Hero'."

  "Commoner hero?" Song Jian was somewhat stunned and fell silent.

  At this time, Pan Chenfeng's voice full of magnetism and provocative power sounded again, saying: "Hearing your cheers, my hot blood is also boiling. I know everyone is very familiar with the big man with a chest full of hair next to me, but according to the rules, I must introduce him."

  As he spoke, Pan Chenfeng looked at Zhang San, who was more than half a head taller than himself, and said: "This one is a hero from among our common people. He has not received a single day of formal training. He is a butcher, and since the age of 15, he has been following in his father's footsteps, slaughtering pigs and skinning them. This has gone on for twenty years. In those twenty years, the number of pigs that have died at his hands is no less than 20,000. And it was precisely these 20,000 pigs that allowed him to develop a set of unparalleled fist techniques and a set of unparalleled staff techniques - the Slaughtering Pig Eighteen Fists and the Pig-Beating Staff Method."

  The people below the stage burst into laughter.

  Pan Chenfeng smiled and said, "Don't laugh, it's precisely by relying on these eighteen pig-killing fists and pig-beating methods that he can slaughter fat pigs at a speed ten times faster than other butchers. He is our civilian hero, Butcher Zhang San!"

  After finishing speaking, Pan Chenfeng handed the microphone over to Zhang San's mouth and said: "Zhang San, talk about your thoughts before the game."

  Zhang San smiled, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. He shook the boxing gloves in his hand and said in Shaanxi dialect: "Actually, I prefer sticks to fists."

  The people under the stage burst into loud laughter.

  Pan Chenfeng took the microphone and said: "Zhang San is humorous, next I will introduce the fourth contestant, Huang Yaoshi!"

  Standing beside him was a middle-aged man in his 40s, with tattoos all over his arms - a blue dragon on the left and a white tiger on the right, while his right leg had a pattern of cloud brocade.

  It seems this person is Xia Lin's new master, Huang Yao Shi.

  After hearing the host's words, Huang Yaoshi took a step forward and clasped his fists in both hands, adopting a standard Jianghu pose, and gave a shout to the audience below.

  The host, Pan Chenfeng, walked to the side of Wong Yiu-chung, faced the audience below and cleared his throat before saying: "Everyone must have seen the movie 'Wong Fei-hung' right? Yes, don't be suspicious, this person next to me is indeed a descendant of Wong Fei-hung, Wong Yiu-chung! Master Wong's Foshan shadowless kick specializes in kicking opponents' necks. On the stage, Master Wong was also known as 'The King of KO'!"

  "Uggghhh..."

  All kinds of cheers and applause filled the air, Song Jian saw that on one side of the ring, Coach Xia Lin was excitedly waving her small fist.

  Gao Yuan suddenly turned his head, a pair of big eyes filled with colorful powder staring at Song Jian, "Hey, little soft egg, who do you think will be the master of Wulin tonight?"

  Song Jian found it hard to bear with Gao Yuan's getup, originally a good girl with great figure and pretty face, why apply such thick powder and heavy makeup that even her own mother wouldn't recognize her.

  "It's either Jia Tuo Ni or Zhang San, depending on the situation." Song Jian said.

  "Huh? You also like Zhang San? However, although Zhang San is a civilian hero, he's not a professional after all. Fighting against these masters, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold his own." Gao Yuan said with some regret.

  "That's not necessarily true, you didn't see that Zhang San is tall and big with a lot of fat, this competition doesn't count weight, the fatty will definitely have an advantage." Song Jian explained, in fact formal competitions are conducted between the same weight classes.

  The cheers continued, followed by the majestic singing of "A Man Should Be Strong".

  "Next, we will proceed with the lottery draw to determine the groups. Remember, this is a knockout tournament, where two people compete against each other, and the losers will be mercilessly eliminated from the arena, without gaining anything. Yes, on the legendary martial arts stage of Wulin, reality is indeed cruel - the winner takes all, while the loser gets nothing. So, you might as well hope that your opponent is a bit weaker. Of course, those who have made it to today's stage in Wulin Legend are all strong contenders among the strong, and top-notch experts among the experts. Therefore, everyone should go all out."

  At this time a beauty held a paper note and walked onto the stage.

  Pan Chenfeng took the paper and said, "Ah, our beautiful Wulin legendary miss has already sent the grouping results to my hands, so now I will announce the list of matches."

  The people under the stage suddenly fell silent.

  On the stage, Pan Chenfeng mysteriously waved the paper in his hand and slowly said: "Next, the exciting moment has arrived. The four masters will compete against each other two by two. Who are their opponents?"

  A loud "cut" sound from below the stage, apparently very dissatisfied with the host's mysterious act.

  Pan Chenfeng sneered and picked up the paper, reading: "First match, Muay Thai master Jia Tuo'ni vs Shaolin's number one warrior Zeng Yilong!"

  The audience below erupted in cheers, and Pan Chenfeng smiled: "Well, there's no need to read out the list of contestants for the second group now. Now, let's get straight into our thrilling and exciting competition segment!"

  At this time, Muay Thai master Jia Tuo Ni and Shaolin's first martial monk Zeng Yilong had walked onto the stage. A middle-aged referee climbed onto the stage, briefly explained the rules, and with a "ding" sound, the match began.

  Jia Tuoni let out a loud roar, and the muscles full of explosive power instantly released a huge force. He charged forward, striking directly at Wuseng Zeng Yilong.

  That Zeng Ge, Zeng Yilong, also had two brushes. Seeing Jia Tuoni approaching, he took a step to the side and dodged Jia Tuoni's fierce knee strike. Immediately after, he wrapped his waist and followed with an over-the-shoulder throw. With a "slap", he cleanly and efficiently threw Jia Tuoni to the ground.

  The people under the stage immediately responded with waves of applause, as if Chinese martial arts were a level higher than Thai boxing.

  Song Jian nodded secretly, these two people's strength were not bad. Zeng Yilong had not yet entered the Dark Energy Realm, but his moves were seasoned and he had put in a lot of hard work. As for Muay Thai master Jia Tuo'ni, it seemed that he had already reached the level of Dark Energy, and the explosive power was something that Zeng Yilong might find difficult to withstand.

  At this time, Jia Tuo Wei had already gotten up and gave a thumbs up to Zeng Ge Zeng Yilong. Zeng Yilong patted his bald head, then lightly hooked his finger, hinting at Jia Tuo Wei to attack.

  Jia Tuoni smiled lightly and walked up slowly, then suddenly kicked out with his right leg, a straight kick to the chest.

  Zeng Yilong's hands suddenly grasped Jia Tuo's legs, and immediately he felt a suffocating sensation in his chest. It turned out that although he had grabbed Jia Tuo's legs, he couldn't eliminate the enormous explosive force contained within them.

  Zeng Yilong endured the severe pain, just thinking of doing a leg sweep, when suddenly Jia Tuo'ni violently jumped high, then bent his left leg into an arc. With a "thud", he landed squarely on Zeng Yilong's chin.

  Then with a loud "bang", Zeng Yilong was thrown backward for three or four meters, falling to the ground and unable to get up again.

  The scene suddenly fell silent, and no one expected that within less than a minute of the start, the first warrior monk of Shaolin Temple was actually knocked out.

  At this time, on one side of the ring, two bald coaches were eagerly shouting: "Yilong, get up quickly, you haven't used your ultimate move yet, your iron head skill hasn't been used yet."

  Jia's blow was just too powerful and the part he hit was particularly vulnerable, so Zeng Yilong could only lie on the ground like a dead pig.

  The referee started counting seconds, and the audience in the field also cheered for Zeng Yilong, but he just moved a little and finally lost.

  Jia Liyuan bowed in the arena with his hands clasped together and then walked off, this result no longer needed a judge's announcement.

  A sigh of "Ah..." from under the stage, followed by applause for Jia Tuo Ni.

  The second match was between Zhang San and Huang Yashi, Song Jian also wanted to see how many points this summer Lin's master had.

  After they finished their opening moves, Zhang San and Huang Yao Shi's confrontation began. Xia Lin stood on one side of the stage, cheering for her master, and her beautiful figure attracted many people's attention.

  Zhang San's boxing is unorthodox, but his energy is full. Huang Yao Shi's body method is very good, and the moves are also extremely gorgeous. It can be seen that Huang Yao Shi is indeed a regular martial arts family.

  Huang Yao Shi's power is far inferior compared to Zhang San's.

  "Come on, Master!"

  "Come on, Master!"

  Xia Lin and three men were cheering on Huang Yao Shi.

  Huang Yaoshi's heart was racing with anxiety. This wouldn't do, he had boasted in front of his disciples before, how could he fail today?

  At this thought, Huang Yaoshi suddenly sprang up, his two feet flying out at high speed, precisely his family's unique skill, the Buddha Mountain Shadowless Kick.

  Wow!

  The audience in the field was excited, and they had never seen such a gorgeous move before.

  "Bang bang bang..." A series of rapid sounds rang out, each kick landing squarely on Zhang San's chest.

  Just seven or eight moves down, Zhang San was hit, but he still stood on the ground. Huang Yao Shi secretly thought it was bad and wanted to retreat, but Zhang San stretched out his hand and grabbed Huang Yao Shi's foot. Then with a fierce spin, "whoosh", he actually threw Huang Yao Shi directly off the stage.

  Huang Yaoshi flipped over in mid-air and landed steadily on the ground. Although he wasn't seriously injured, being knocked off the stage was also a KO.

  "Hahaha......" A burst of joyful laughter, this stage really has all sorts of KOs.

  The scene soon boiled over, with all the spectators shouting loudly "Zhang San! Zhang San! Zhang San..."

  Among cheers and applause, the final match began. Jia Duoni clasped his hands together in a prayer-like gesture, then knelt down to pay respects to all four directions. The judges then entered the stage, and the competition officially started.

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  Thank you very much for Duanjian Sheng's second reward, I'm really grateful.