Master Head of the Dragon Soul novel Chapter 149

Chu Feng glanced at the ring calmly as he closed his eyes, bored. “I don’t know about the King of Thai Boxing, but I do know that the winner will be determined by the time the third move was used,” he said casually.

“Haha, great judgement, young man!” Pesky Bear, who was beside him, chuckled as he smoked his cigarette. His face was filled with confidence and pride. “Sang Kun is the star in my world of boxing. I’ve spent lots of effort and resources to groom him up into the King of Boxing. He would definitely be able to punch that bastard to death by the third move!”

Bang! As he was saying that, a loud sound was heard from the ring—Sang Kun, the King of Thai Boxing, was flung aside and collapsed on the stage. He spat out a mouthful of blood and passed out instantly.

Chen Song stuck out his middle finger and spat out a mouthful of saliva in disdain, looking extremely arrogant.

Indeed, the winner had been decided by the third move, but it wasn’t Sang Kun.

“H-How is this possible…”

The crowd seemed to be apprehensive, and Pesky Bear was in great shock. The cigarette on his hands fell onto the ground, and he felt angry and heartbroken.

Sang Kun was his favourite boxer and his trump card. He generated profits of fifty to sixty million dollars annually for him. How could he lose so soon?

Chu Feng noticed that Yun Muyu widened her beautiful eyes as her pretty face was filled with disbelief. She shook her head and said, “I’ve overestimated him. He lost after the first move!”

The expressions of Ma Sanyuan and the other gang leaders turned serious, and they sent out two other boxers.

Black Widow sent out a world champion of Chinese kickboxing, and Pale-faced Scholar sent out a master of the Bajiquan. [1] However, none of them could survive beyond the fifth and sixth moves. They were all badly defeated and beaten up, and they became handicapped.

The level of brutality gave them the chills, and a girl like Yun Muyu was definitely astonished and terrified.

This was the famous boxing competition. It wasn’t merely a matter of victory or defeat, it was also a matter of life and death.

Pesky Bear, Black Widow and the other gang leaders were feeling extremely gloomy, while Zhou Zhenghao, who was opposite them, started laughing out loud. “You call these people experts? Haha, bullsh*t. They’re a bunch of useless trash.”

Ma Sanyuan took a deep breath as he gazed at their final hope—Murong Cang. He stood up and bowed respectfully as he said, “Please teach these fanatics a lesson, Mr. Murong.”

Black Widow and the other gang leaders stood up in unison and repeated after him. “Please teach these fanatics a lesson, Mr. Murong.”

Murong Cang squinted his eyes and took a few sips of his hot tea in a calm and composed manner, seemingly confident.

After two minutes, he finished the last sip of his tea and slowly put the lid onto the teacup. Then, he stood up in a graceful manner and swung his long sleeves, looking extremely at ease.

“Okay, let’s have a fight. I’ll be the one to end this grudge.”