Only then did everyone carefully examine Rong Bingshao's physique.
Rong Bingshao had a very handsome face, making him appear like a fragile pretty boy. However, because of the Mirakuru serum, Rong Bingshao's body had changed.
He was originally 183cm and had now shot up to 187cm. His arms and legs were much more muscular.
Just going by his physique, he did look like a qualified boxer.
"Alright, we support you, Canine Steele! You will definitely win!"
"Canine Steele will definitely win!"
"Victory! Kill that brat Zhang Zhilei!"
Amidst everyone's cheers, Rong Bingshao walked into the boxing arena with his fans.
At this moment, the boxing champion Zhang Zhilei was already in the ring, sitting in a relaxed position and drinking fruit juice. Beside him were two women massaging his shoulders.
Many Chinese spectators surrounded the ring, waiting to watch a good show. From their expressions, it could be seen that they had absolute confidence in Zhang Zhilei and contempt for the American challenger.
"Hehe, a brat who has just reached adulthood actually dares to challenge me. He's courting death!"
Zhang Zhilei looked at Canine Steele. Although the other party's physique looked alright, Zhang Zhilei was not
afraid. After all, Zhang Zhilei had once defeated a two-meter opponent with one punch. Canine Steele's 1.87 meters height was no threat.
Canine Steele walked into the ring and shouted at the arrogant Zhang Zhilei.
"Zhang Zhilei! You insulted America and killed our boxer, Duke Ragan. Today, I will seek justice for my fellow countrymen!"
Zhang Zhilei continued to enjoy his massage with a smile. After a few seconds, he took a piece of paper from his manager and threw it at Canine Steele's feet.
"Rascal, cut the crap. Hurry up and sign this match agreement. Thereafter, you can stand there and wait for death!"
Rong Bingshao picked up the "match agreement" and glanced at it. It basically stated that this was a fair boxing match between the two of them. It was completely different from a private fight. Therefore, regardless of life or death, the other party did not have to bear any responsibility.
To put it simply, one could legally beat his opponent to death.
This way, even if Canine Steele died, the US had no grounds to criticize Zhang Zhilei.
Rong Bingshao gave a faint smile. He picked up the pen and signed the contract.
Zhang Zhilei stood up and said to Rong Bingshao, "Good lad, you really have guts. You dare to challenge me even though you just reached adulthood. Although Duke Ragan was a little overconfident, he's still a boxing expert with a lot of competition experience. You're just an amateur who I've never heard of. How dare you come here to seek death? You Americans really don't know their limits. Hahaha!"
Rong Bingshao was completely immersed in his role as an American citizen. He retorted angrily, "Cut the crap! You insulted the US. I'm going to beat you to death today!"
Zhang Zhilei shook his head in disdain. "I only need one punch to kill you!"
Rong Bingshao stood rooted to the ground. "Oh, really? Then try punching me and see if you can kill me."
Zhang Zhilei put on his boxing gloves. There were no referees in this life-and-death battle. As long as they did not use weapons, they could fight however they wanted.
"Haha."
Zhang Zhilei smiled and walked toward Rong Bingshao confidently.
"Canine Steele, you can do it!"
"Canine Steele, you can do it!"
Outside the ring, many Americans cheered for Rong Bingshao in unison.
Zhang Zhilei walked up to Rong Bingshao and threw a punch. But he retracted it just before he made contact with Rong Bingshao's face.
He was just trying to scare Rong Bingshao.
"Hahaha..."
Zhang Zhilei laughed happily.
However, Rong Bingshao remained as still as a mountain. He did not even blink.
"Oh? This kid isn't afraid?"
Zhang Zhilei didn't expect this young American to be so bold.
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