Chapter 1138: Zhang Cheng

"Welcome everyone to the scene of the Million Comprehensive Fighting Tournament!"

"Our superstar fighter this time, Zhang Cheng, will face the champion of the previous fighting tournament, Wu Liang..."

Accompanied by the host's shouting, the audience immediately boiled over.

"Please look at the big screen, these are the data boards of the two fighters."

"As a senior, Wu Liang's data board is truly terrifying. However, compared to him, fighter Zhang Cheng is even more terrifying. Look, this damn thing has become a hexagonal warrior."

"Did the analysis team make a mistake? The hexagon is maxed out? How do you fight!"

"In the competition, fighter Zhang Cheng has already displayed an absolute sense of oppression. Even when facing a world boxing champion, he could defeat the other party with jabs, and even continuously dodge the other party's combination punches..."

"Looking at this, fighter Wu Liang, as a senior, is under great pressure!"

"The fighting tournament is like this; data cannot represent everything, but fighter Zhang Cheng is different. He is truly terrifying!"

"I heard that to save someone, he beat three thugs to death with his bare hands..."

"However, here, we warn everyone: if you encounter a thug with a knife, you must run first. After all, not everyone is him!"

Just as the host finished his teasing, the two fighters also appeared on stage.

Wearing red shorts, Wu Liang displayed his muscles and slowly walked onto the stage.

Looking at Wu Liang, many fans shouted one after another, the sound deafening.

And just as Wu Liang was waving his hands with a face full of smiles, the shouting became even louder, because Zhang Cheng had appeared.

Walking onto the stage with a face full of smiles, Zhang Cheng waved his hands, signaling to the audience.

"Brother Zhang, Brother Zhang, I am your fan... pfft, I am your fan, I came to watch your match, you must win!"

Holding a selfie stick in his hand, a man couldn't help but shout.

And looking at the other person, Zhang Cheng also revealed a smile and gave him a thumbs up.

Because he truly hadn't expected that he would have fans coming to watch his match.

"Alright, now please let the referee enter..."

Just as the host was introducing the rules, Wu Liang came to Zhang Cheng and said, "Wait a moment, I will tell you that that thing is just a joke!"

"Alright, senior!"

Hearing Wu Liang's words, Zhang Cheng also nodded with a calm face.

"Both fighters, take your positions!"

Waving his hands, the referee spoke with a serious face.

Stepping forward, Zhang Cheng and Wu Liang bumped fists with each other.

"The match begins!"

Just after the referee roared, he immediately retreated toward the back.

Moving his feet, Wu Liang stared at Zhang Cheng and then made a probing move.

But just as Wu Liang was thinking about how he could gracefully win the match, a fist the size of a sandbag appeared before him.

In the instant time stood still, the hosts looked at this scene, widening their eyes, as if they couldn't believe all of this.

Wu De was sitting in a box on the second floor, grabbing his hair, his eyes filled with terror.

Contracting his pupils, Wu Liang watched the fist getting bigger and bigger, and only two words remained in his mind: "It's over!"

"Bang!"

A punch smashed into Wu Liang's face, the direct powerful force smashing him flying heavily.

"Boom!"

His body collided with the iron net, and Wu Liang fell directly down.

"Hiss..."

Gasping for air, the originally bustling competition scene fell silent as the audience fell silent one after another.

Stepping forward, the referee looked at Wu Liang cautiously, and then after extending his hand to probe, he stood up and said, "Wu Liang has lost the ability to continue fighting!"

After saying this sentence, the referee raised Zhang Cheng's arm and said, "Fighter Zhang Cheng wins!"

Revealing a look of disbelief, Zhang Cheng also appeared very stunned.

Because wasn't this guy the fighting champion of the previous tournament? He had only politely thrown a punch as a greeting, but how did he fly up!

Feigning confusion, he looked at Wu De. Zhang Cheng revealed a blank expression. Looking at Zhang Cheng's appearance, Wu De roared in a breakdown, "It's over, it's over, my money, my money!"

Accompanied by the referees' announcement, the audience boiled over, the sound as if it were going to blow the roof off the entire competition hall.

"Fighter Zhang Cheng won. He is worthy of being a superstar, defeating the heavyweight world boxing champion and the senior Wu Liang in succession. The true hexagonal war god has been born..."

Just as the host was roaring with the microphone, Zhang Cheng also raised a slight smile.

After nightfall, Zhang Cheng arrived at a familiar bar.

Looking at Zhang Cheng before him, Wu Liang's half-face was swollen like a sandbag, and he roared angrily, "Didn't we agree to throw the match? How did you beat me into this state!"

"Big brother, I haven't blamed you yet? I threw one punch, and you fell down. What was I supposed to fight! You might as well have performed a Qigong move and let me lie on the ground instead! We are throwing a match, not playing an arcade game!"

Speaking to Wu Liang, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but complain.

And hearing Zhang Cheng say this, Wu De stared at him and said, "Now that things have turned out like this, what do you intend to do? I bet 80 million on the outside! You return the 80 million to me, and I will pretend this never happened!"

"80 million? You come ask me for it, you jinx. I haven't blamed you for lowering my odds yet? Do you know that I bet 15 million on myself! Now there are only two times the odds, how am I supposed to make money in the future..."

Pointing at Wu De and scolding him, Zhang Cheng also became dissatisfied.

And hearing Zhang Cheng say this, Wu De stared at him coldly and said, "So, you don't intend to give the money!"

"Give it to your grandpa! Trying to bluff me? Opening your mouth for 80 million, I wouldn't need that much even if I slaughtered you all!"

Looking at Wu De and Wu Liang indifferently, Zhang Cheng sneered.

"Click!"

Pulling out a gun, the person behind him stared at Zhang Cheng with a cold face.

"Shoot! Even if you shoot, I can beat you all to death first! Within seven steps, my fists are faster than guns!"

Turning his head to look at the bodyguard behind him, Zhang Cheng lit a cigarette indifferently.

And looking at Zhang Cheng's appearance, Wu De stepped forward angrily and said, "You don't intend to give the money, and you don't intend to lose the fight, are you playing with me!"

"Yeah, I'm just playing with you! Look at the contract, you fool!"

Looking at Wu De with annoyance, Zhang Cheng complained.

Flipping out the contract, Wu De looked at the name that had originally been written on it, which had now disappeared, and immediately froze on the spot.

But just at this moment, two pens appeared in Zhang Cheng's hands, and with a flip of his hand, they disappeared without a trace.

Looking at this scene in astonishment, Wu De stared at Zhang Cheng and immediately clutched his heart.

Looking at this scene, Wu Liang said, "Beat this bastard to death, quickly, beat him to death!"

But before the bodyguard could prepare to make a move, cold sweat had already broken out.

A cold dagger was held against his neck, and the bodyguard remained motionless.

Watching Krieg emerge from the darkness, Zhang Cheng backhanded the bodyguard's gun, then stepped forward and smashed it heavily onto Wu Liang's head, saying, "Are you damn crazy! Playing with guns, do you know where this is? The Far East! I don't even have the guts, you're fiercer than me, right!"

Clutching his blood-covered head, Wu Liang couldn't help but fall to the ground and wail.

Looking at his appearance, Zhang Cheng kicked him away in disgust and said, "Save it, old brother. Playing with me—if this were abroad, I would have thrown you and your father into a crocodile pit long ago!"

Saying this, Zhang Cheng turned around, backhanded the bodyguard with a slap, and said, "What are you pretending for? Wearing a suit, wearing sunglasses, do you think you're in The Matrix? You psycho!"

"One fool doing business with me, one brainless guy fighting for me, one unhappy guy acting as a bodyguard—are you guys filming a movie? Playing 'The King Returns' with me!"

Straightening his suit, Zhang Cheng walked toward the outside, then waved his hands and said, "If you have the ability, let's set a time, we'll meet abroad, anywhere is fine!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 1139 =====