Chapter 99: Harmony is the most precious thing? Dream on!

If it was a normal competition, Wang Jiu would have admitted defeat by now.

However, he knew that Lian Haolong had made a huge bet, including all of Zhong Xinyi's liquid funds, so he had to grit his teeth and hold on.

After being hit hard by Ye Wenxiao's Seven Injury Fist continuously, Wang Jiu's eyes became more and more frightened.

"You you, what kind of boxing is this?" Wang Jiu was shocked.

"Seven Injury Fist!"

Ye Wenxiao had nothing to hide from the dying man.

"What? Seven Injury Fist? Hasn't this style of boxing been lost long ago?" Wang Jiu took a deep breath and asked in disbelief.

"Then you don't have to worry about it." Ye Wenxiao curled his lips.

At this moment, with their eyes fixed on the arena, Jiang Tiansheng and others also vaguely realized that something was wrong.

This kid is not only good at swordsmanship, but how come his boxing is also so powerful?
Lian Haolong's face was even gloomier. If he had not been in Kowloon Walled City, he would have definitely lost his temper on the spot.

He winked at Wang Jiu.

"If we continue to fight, both of us will suffer. You can't break my golden shield. Why don't we shake hands and make peace? How about a draw?"

Wang Jiu understood Lian Haolong's meaning and made a suggestion.

"You're thinking shit!"

The corner of Ye Wenxiao's mouth twitched. Good fellow, you asked for peace when you knew you couldn't win. Do you think I was making trouble with you?

After being rejected, Wang Jiu looked embarrassed.

There was no other way, he could only use the Golden Bell Cover again and continue fighting.

Although his body suffered considerable damage, Wang Jiu did not appear to have any injuries. The Seven Injury Fist is an internal martial art that uses internal energy to damage the enemy's internal organs.

Wang Jiu used his internal energy to hold on, so it was not easy for Ye Wenxiao to defeat him immediately.

"clang clang"

The bell rang, and it turned out that Lian Haolong's side had requested a timeout.

Generally speaking, underground boxing rarely requests a suspension, and the fight is over once the opponent is knocked down.

This pause seems very tasteless.

In fact, the stakes were too high and Lian Haolong couldn't afford to lose.

He had planned everything, but he didn't expect Ye Wenxiao to be able to break the Golden Bell's Seven Injury Fist. It turned out that he was showing weakness on purpose!
"How about we end this boxing match in a draw?"

Taking advantage of the break, Lian Haolong walked up to Ye Wenxiao and made a suggestion.

After these words were spoken, the younger brothers around Ye Wenxiao looked unhappy.

Good guy, knowing he couldn’t win, he just said it was a draw.

"."

Ye Wenxiao was too lazy to care. He thought it was just a pipe dream to think about such a good thing.

"We are all gangsters, there is no need to be so extreme. At most, our grudges will be written off and Zhong Xin Yi will no longer trouble you. Let's all live in harmony."

In Lian Haolong's opinion, he had already given Ye Wenxiao enough face by lowering his posture and saying such words.

"I'm sorry, I still like your rebellious side, Lian Haolong. Zhong Xinyi doesn't cause trouble for me, but I still want to cause trouble for Zhong Xinyi." Ye Wenxiao said jokingly.

"You have the guts! Then there's nothing to talk about?"

Hearing this, Lian Haolong's eyes were extremely cold and stern: "Okay, okay! Since you don't know what's good for you, we will start a full-scale war tomorrow!"

After saying these harsh words, Lian Haolong walked away in anger.

Wang Jiu on the stage obviously didn't want to admit defeat and wanted to struggle one last time.

He took the prince's stimulant and injected it into the aorta, and immediately a sickly flush appeared on his face.

The break ended quickly and both sides returned to the ring.

"Boy, you forced me to do it!"

Wang Jiu's pupils were bloodshot, emitting angry light.

Feeling the change in Wang Jiu and knowing that the other party was ready to fight for his life, Ye Wenxiao did not intend to hold back.

At the moment Wang Jiu rushed over, Ye Wenxiao hit Wang Jiu's right eye hard, and then his left eye was hit hard by Ye Wenxiao. "Crack!"

On the ring, Wang Jiu's sunglasses were shattered all over the ground!
next second.

A huge pain came and Wang Jiu felt like his body was about to explode.

He knew that he had failed.

This is because his eyes are his weak spot. Once the weak spot is broken, the energy in his body can no longer flow smoothly.

In the original drama, no one knew his weakness. By accident, Wang Jiu swallowed a razor blade and accidentally broke the hard qigong.

"Ahhh"

Wang Jiu screamed heartbreakingly: "You, how do you know my weakness?"

"You idiot, who wears sunglasses when boxing? You're not the best at pretending to be cool."

Ye Wenxiao's words were so heartbreaking that a mouthful of blood spurted out of Wang Jiu's mouth.

"stop"

Lian Haolong shouted. After all, Wang Jiu was a sharp killing knife in his hand and still had value to him. He didn't want Wang Jiu to die like this.

However, Ye Wenxiao did not give him any chance at all and punched Wang Jiu hard in the heart.

"Can you block this punch with twenty years of skill?"

In fact, Ye Wenxiao was being conservative. This punch took him sixty years of practice!
Without the protection of the Golden Bell, Wang Jiu was in so much pain that he couldn't get up, and he curled up into a ball as if by reflex.

Wang Jiu, lying on the ground, was like a puddle of mud and didn't get up for a long time.

At this time, Wang Jiu was breathing in but not out.

Once the Golden Bell Cover was broken, he was no different from an ordinary person. With such serious injuries, even a god would find it difficult to save him.

"Fuck! Did you hear me? I told you to stop, but you kept hitting me!"

Lian Haolong was furious and rushed up to argue with Ye Wenxiao, but fortunately he was stopped by the referee.

After Ye Wenxiao threw two more punches, he looked at Lian Haolong with a half-smile: "I'm sorry, Lian Haolong is not the referee, so it's useless to ask him to stop."

"You're riding a horse!"

Lian Haolong clenched his fists and rushed forward to fight with Ye Wenxiao.

Zhong Xinyi's gang of younger brothers and the Hongxing men were all ready to rush forward and disrupt the boxing match.

The scene was turning into chaos.

"Stop it, Lian Haolong, do you want to cause trouble here? Do you think you don't respect me, Thunder Hand Wen Tailai?"

Suddenly, one of the referees jumped out and got in a posture ready to use his big move.

Unfortunately, the ultimate move had too long of a lead time, and Wen Tailai was knocked away by Lian Haolong’s punch.

Seeing this, Tornado could see that Lian Haolong wanted to overturn the table and deny his responsibility.

He jumped down from the management committee's stands and forced Lian Haolong back with a whirlwind punch.

"Lian Haolong, this is Kowloon Walled City, how dare you cause trouble here?" Tornado said in a cold tone.

"Stop, let's go!" Lian Haolong gritted his teeth.

Now that the winner has been decided, why should I stay here and become a laughing stock?

It would be better to go back to Tsim Sha Tsui as soon as possible to start a war with Ye Wenxiao.

When the Hongxing people saw that Lian Haolong did not give any explanation, they angrily cursed Lian Haolong's ancestors.

After waiting for about ten seconds, a referee walked forward cautiously and confirmed that Wang Jiu was dead before announcing Ye Wenxiao's victory.

It is common for a few people to die in underground boxing fights, so there is nothing to be surprised about.

In the stands, all kinds of curses and cheers were heard.

Those who won the boxing match regarded Ye Wenxiao as the god of war. They cheered and hurriedly took their tickets to settle their bets.

Some were happy and some were sad. Da D and Guan Zaisen cursed and swore, wishing they could rush up and whip Wang Jiu's corpse.

(End of this chapter)

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