From the perspective of the audience, the outcome of this battle is without any doubt.

Bai Tangjing's figure is naturally far beyond that of ordinary people. He is 1.8 meters tall and weighs nearly 80kg. His streamlined muscles fit tightly onto his frame. Even if his body is covered with clothes, he can still notice a smooth and sharp beauty.

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His broad shoulders and solid waist and abdominal muscles, just a little bit of them occasionally exposed, are enough to overwhelm the entire male creature in Kamurocho.

But compared to the enemy "Black-spotted Snake"... no matter in terms of physique, experience, or record, he is far inferior.

In front of the disproportionately large palms extended by the big man, Bai Tangjing looked like a half-grown boy.

The surrounding audience watched this scene excitedly. They could even imagine the "click" sound of the country boy's cervical vertebra breaking when the palm slapped his head!

And that is the beautiful sound that represents the safe return of gambling money.

But Bai Tangjing, in his martial arts career, has long been accustomed to facing opponents who far exceed his physical capabilities.

He dodged with a deft diving step.

The movements are concise and precise.

The "Black-spotted Snake" seemed to have expected it, and missed with one swing of his palm. He immediately retracted his hand to his chest, turned sideways and hit him with his shoulders.

"Contrary to his rough appearance, is he a character who thinks about defeat before winning?"

Bai Tangjing sighed in his heart that there was no idiot in the fighting world, and put a hand on the shoulder he bumped into, preparing to relieve his strength.

And in the blind spot of the field of vision, with a concealed blow, he was kicking his legs towards the knee of the "Black-spotted Snake" that was about to lift up.

It's not very powerful, but it's just like a person tripping over a small stone even when walking slowly.

In the process of changing the center of gravity, small mistakes will be magnified exponentially!

"Um?"

The big man's heart was filled with waves.

Of course, he doesn't have the habit of looking down on his opponents, otherwise he wouldn't immediately start changing his moves after a failed move.

But in the face of a charge like a car hitting me, I can still accurately find and suppress the change of center of gravity between my steps...

"This guy's psychological quality...really has only been in combat for less than half a year?!"

Although I was surprised, if I could defeat myself as the ace with these two moves, then the "Bishamon" sign would be too worthless.

To forcefully stop one's charge, in order to restore the unbalanced center of gravity, one must give up the offensive attack.

It looked like a country boy suppressed the big man with just one hand and one kick.

But...he didn't want to run into it!

The two big hands are like spiritual snakes, each holding one hand and one foot that are in contact with him.

"it's over!"

The big man smiled ferociously, his serious murderous intent almost overflowing.

On the way to becoming the "Bishamon" poster, he had to deal with countless small and flexible enemies.

Start attacking, forcing the opponent to dodge, and then pursue the attack yourself. Then intentionally or unintentionally, you create loopholes in the pursuit.

Then those little guys will rush up like vicious hunting dogs.

It doesn't work every time, but as long as you fight, you have to make contact. If it doesn't work, you can just rely on your own physical strength to resist a few times, and you will always find an opportunity.

Seeing Bai Tangjing being held hand and foot, the onlookers suddenly became excited.

"Well done! It's over! Country boy!"

"Strangulation! Strangulation!"

A spectator who was new to the scene didn't know why. He had seen a lot of underground fighting, so the situation on the field should be far from a dead end.

Are people here used to popping champagne at halftime?

Beside him, a kind-hearted old audience member noticed his confusion and explained to him with a smile.

"If I were caught by the 'Black-spotted Snake' with those hands, the game would have been over.

After all, it is because of his unparalleled grip that he is called "Snake"!

I saw it with my own eyes last time! The fingerprints he left on his opponent were as if they had been entangled and strangled by a giant python.

The congestion has turned into 'black spots', and even the broken bone stubble has pierced the skin and been exposed!"

On the field, the big man's mouth curled up in a ferocious arc.

He put the Bai Tang Jing on his shoulder, grabbed one hand and one foot with his two big hands and pulled it down, as if he was about to break the young man on his shoulder into two pieces in one breath!

Argentinian back destruction!

Clenching his hands tightly, it was obviously just a squeeze between flesh and skin, but under the huge grip force, there was a "crunching" sound.

"Did you hear that, kid?

It’s not because of my twisting skills that I’m called ‘Snake’!

How can such weak skills be compared to my hands! Comparable to this natural noose! Hahaha!"

As if he felt that he had a chance to win, the big man smiled cruelly at the young man on his shoulder as he continued to exert more force on his hands.

However, half a minute passed.

One afterburner, two afterburners...

The big man still carried the young man on his shoulders, but his smile became stiffer and stiffer until his face turned ashen.

Even the laymen watching the game noticed something was wrong.

"What's going on? What's going on with 'Black-spotted Snake'? Can't you do it anymore?"

"Shit! When have you ever seen him show mercy?"

"Then this is..."

In the whispers that gradually became louder, the young man's voice came to "Black-spotted Snake"'s ears.

"...In other words, you don't really have any strong fighting skills, right?"

He has obviously been injured countless times, and the infamous wrestling position of being locked on the shoulder can even break his spine with just one force.

But Bai Tangjing's voice was as calm as if nothing happened.

Cold sweat slipped from the big man's temples, his eyes wandered uncontrollably, and an indescribable chill eroded his heart.

"Um...!"

Before he could find the source of the chill, an unprecedented power emerged from his hands!

The huge hands that were originally holding hands and feet and pulling them down are now being pulled up inch by inch!

"Varied...?!"

"I just heard your nickname, and I wanted to use my skills to play with you. I didn't expect... you are just a physical person of this level."

"Black-spotted Snake"'s teeth were chattering, and he felt that what he was holding in his proud hands was not a body of flesh and blood.

But a crane...

It's a gantry crane...

In short...that is not a power that humans can have! That is not a power that flesh and blood can have!

What would happen to a mortal person if he was trapped in a hydraulic press that could be activated at any time?

The answer to the underground fighting poster nicknamed "Black-spotted Snake" is... don't dare to move!

It was as if a tiny movement would trigger a certain button, causing the machine that ravaged thousands of tons of steel to knead dough, crushing itself into meat paste.

"Click"

As if he was stretching easily, Bai Tangjing used brute force to break the completed twist and fell to the ground.

On his handsome face was the same smile as before the start of the game.

"As you said, it's time to end."

He was already a little impatient.

"Bang!"

No longer suppressing one's own strength, that is the kind of treatment that can only be obtained by meeting an outstanding skill sect.

It’s just a forward kick, but it’s incredibly fast!

The hem of his trousers cuts through the air so quickly that it makes a shrill sound!

"Uh-huh!"

Facing Bai Tangjing, who no longer regarded him as a skilled man, the big man didn't even react at all and was already hit in the lower abdomen.

A penetrating blow to the tiger toe area on the sole of the foot is a visceral pain that can incapacitate a person with one blow.

His mouth was wide open and his eyes almost popped out of his sockets, but he couldn't utter a scream. He just slowly fell to the ground and gasped for air.

"Go... Gojo Yusuke can't rise again! I declare! The winner belongs to 'Red Sand', Hakudo Kagami!"

Is his name Gojo Yusuke? I just found out his name now.

Bai Tangjing, who bounced the legs of his trousers, thought indifferently.

The referee was very quick. After checking Gojo Yusuke's injury, he realized that the man was in complete pain and could not move. So he simply declared the winner.

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Baitang."

Bai Tangjing was about to leave the field when a man in a suit followed the referee and walked over with a smile.

"That guy is not dead or crippled. Is that enough to give you face?"

The man's smile remained unchanged, "We don't care about losers like that.

It is common for an organization like ours to change several big signboards a year. I am here this time because of Mr. Bai Tang.

With your strength, staying in a place like 'Red Sand' is completely unworthy of your talents. If you are interested in 'Bishamon', then liquidated damages and benefits are all easy to negotiate."

"Well... my contract with 'Red Sand' is not that strict. Give me a contract later and have a look. If it's good, the transfer will be no problem."

The man in the suit was overjoyed and quickly handed over his business card respectfully.
Chapter completed!