Chapter 1134

At the Million Mixed Martial Arts scene, the audience was in an uproar.

When the referee was explaining the rules, Zhang Cheng looked at Morgan before him: "Buddy, were you raised on hormones? Why are you so tall?"

Listening to Zhang Cheng's words, Morgan stared at him coldly: "Yellow-skin, put your mouthguard on tight, I'm going to punch your teeth out later!"

"Is that so? Then I'm too excited!"

Facing Morgan's threat, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but narrow his eyes: "By the way, was your grandfather raised by someone in the south? Otherwise, how could he have let you grow so tall!"

Widening his eyes, Morgan looked at Zhang Cheng and immediately rushed forward angrily: "Bastard, I'm going to tear you apart!"

Watching the angry Morgan, the referee immediately stopped him: "Zhang Cheng, no personal attacks!"

"Fine!"

Hearing the referee say this, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but spread his hands.

And the angry Morgan could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, because he had reached his current status relying on his fists, and no one had ever dared to talk to him like that.

Participating in this mixed martial arts competition this time was just for a boxing task to increase the audience in the Far East.

But he didn't expect to encounter something like Zhang Cheng, whose mouth was laced with poison, as soon as he came up!

Didn't he know that if this were across the ocean, he could have directly sued him in court?

"Do both contestants need to touch gloves?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng and Morgan, the referee couldn't help but ask.

"No need!"

Speaking calmly, Zhang Cheng smiled.

"Ding!"

Following the bell, the match began.

Moving his feet, Morgan threw a backhand punch; the speed was so fast that it made people unable to react.

"Oh, it's a jab, a jab from the boxing champion. Let's see how Zhang Cheng responds!"

Watching the match footage, the host provided commentary.

"Bang!"

Throwing a backhand punch, Zhang Cheng also quickly threw a jab.

"It's a jab! Zhang Cheng chose to counterattack using boxing methods. My god!"

Looking at the match in astonishment, the host and the audience were all dumbfounded.

As the fists collided, Morgan immediately felt as if he had hit a steel ingot and hurriedly pulled his hand back, his face twisting in pain.

"The boxing champion has retreated! His jab seems to be less hard than Zhang Cheng's!"

Shouting in shock, the host was stunned by this scene.

Moving his feet, Zhang Cheng changed his stance: "Come on, hit me, you little blackie, why don't you hit me, you bastard!"

Watching Zhang Cheng showing off in front of him, Morgan rushed forward in anger, his fists swinging continuously.

"Oh, he's attacking! The boxing champion has started to attack!"

"What the hell? He dodged! Zhang Cheng dodged them all!"

Watching the stage, Morgan threw punches continuously, but Zhang Cheng dodged left and right, and all successfully. Everyone was stunned.

Because is this still human reaction speed?

"How is this possible?"

Looking at the punches he threw, all of which were dodged, Morgan's face showed an expression of astonishment.

After all, the boxing champion Muhammad Ali was remembered by people precisely because he dodged twenty-three punches in ten seconds!

But now, have I also encountered that kind of opponent?

Looking at Zhang Cheng angrily, Morgan immediately kept pressing, his fists throwing out like a storm.

"It's started, it's started, it's boxing champion Morgan's heavy artillery..."

The sound of fists piercing the air rang out, Morgan kept swinging and throwing punches: jab, uppercut, hook, left hook, right hook...

But just after Morgan finished two full sets, he saw Zhang Cheng still looking at him with a playful face.

"My Sanqing ancestors, what kind of thing am I seeing!"

"Zhang Cheng dodged them! He dodged them all! Morgan's heavy artillery didn't hit a single time."

And just when the audience was silent, Zhang Cheng punched Morgan on the cheek.

The moment the opponent retreated, Zhang Cheng was like a turret, throwing heavy punches continuously, hitting him so that he kept retreating.

"Counterattack! Zhang Cheng is counterattacking! His fists are harder, faster, and even more ruthless than the boxing champion's..."

"From one side of the stage, he hit him all the way to the corner. Why isn't Morgan counterattacking? Has he also been beaten unconscious?"

"Fuck, fuck!"

Watching the storm-like punches hitting his body, Morgan roared in pain.

However, he could only resist by holding up his hands, because once he relaxed, he would likely be taken out with a single punch!

"Too slow, too slow! Your punches are neither fast enough nor ruthless enough!"

Punch after punch hitting Morgan's body, Zhang Cheng then raised his right hook and hit his side waist.

"Puff!"

Following this fierce strike, Morgan immediately spat out fresh blood.

"He's spitting blood! The boxing champion was beaten until he spat blood! What on earth is going on!"

"It's a right hook, he hit the liver! Can the boxing champion still resist?"

Just as the audience was watching the stage, Zhang Cheng threw another punch, smashing him directly into the iron mesh, and then he fell heavily to the ground.

Looking at this scene in astonishment, the audience immediately held their breath.

A world-class boxing champion has now fallen before them like this. Is this something a human can do?

"He won! Zhang Cheng defeated the WBC heavyweight boxing champion in one round. This is simply incredible!"

Just as the host shouted excitedly, the audience below the stage became even more agitated.

Raising his hands, Zhang Cheng looked around with a full smile, his expression still as calm as ever.

"Master, he won!"

Looking at Cheng Hui beside him, Lin Siqi couldn't help but widen his eyes, looking exceptionally dazed.

"Won, won, won!"

Standing up and roaring, Cheng Hui couldn't help but bellow.

Because according to the pre-match odds, he had turned things around this time!

Zhang Cheng originally had 20,000 in his hands; after two matches, it had reached about 60,000, and tonight's odds were an astonishing one to eight.

That is to say, he had already won a square meter of a restroom tonight!

Zhang Cheng: I really made a fortune!

Apartment for Love, 3602!

Zeng Xiaoxian and the others, who were watching the match on time, had already raised their beers in cheers.

Because they never expected that, as a friend, Zhang Cheng could defeat a world-class boxing champion head-on!

"Ah ah ah, so handsome, Zhang Cheng!"

Cheering excitedly, Chen Meijia shouted.

And just when everyone was lively,

In Professor Dong's home, Lillian's eyes were already shining with light.

After all, Zhang Cheng's muscles were simply too fascinating!

Watching the live broadcast, Zhu Suosuo looked at Jiang Nansun beside her: "He won! My god!"

"Yeah, he won!"

Hearing Zhu Suosuo's words, Jiang Nansun was also stunned.

Because normal people feel that a world-class boxing champion is invincible, but Zhang Cheng proved in just one round why he shouldn't be afraid of himself.

"The winner of this match is Zhang Cheng from the Magic City!"

Raising Zhang Cheng's arm high, the referee also said with an excited face: "You're really good! Brother!"

"Just average, I didn't even break a sweat!"

Speaking calmly, Zhang Cheng walked to the front of the stage and raised his arms high toward the audience.

Facing Zhang Cheng's actions, the audience also shouted one after another.

Because at this moment, he represented the Far East!

After the match, standing on the podium, Zhang Cheng looked at the reporters below with a full smile.

"Mr. Zhang Cheng, may I ask what you want to say after winning this match?"

Addressing Zhang Cheng, the reporter asked.

"I want to tell those who support me that I will keep winning, no matter who the opponent is!"

Showing a smile, Zhang Cheng confidently raised two fingers. Of course, this didn't mean he was asking for the price!

(End of chapter)