"Why not just send some traitor up there? Let everyone else think that Hung Sheng Lian doesn't care about this kind of thing and just goes through the motions."
The three old men exchanged glances, and after a moment nodded.
Uncle Qiang whispered, "Who should we send onto the stage?"
Hong Shenglian's underlings instinctively scattered.
Everyone knows that Ruan Feng is ruthless and cruel; breaking hands and feet on the ring is the least of his worries.
At this moment, Diwei pointed at Yang Sheng, who was still there with his head down, digesting the information: "Hey, you mainland guy, go up on stage and fight Ruan Feng."
The others looked at Yang Sheng with a hint of sympathy.
This mainland guy had only been with Hung Sheng Lian for a few months and hadn't even paid respects to any bigwig. With no one protecting him, this kind of suicide mission was naturally assigned to him.
Moreover, if he dared to refuse in this situation, it would be a betrayal of the gang, and the gang would never forgive him.
Yang Sheng looked up at Di Wei, then at the other members of Hong Sheng Lian, and grinned, "Okay."
The old man in the long robe strode onto the boxing ring and handed a death contract to Yang Sheng and Ruan Feng. Both parties wrote their names and pressed their fingerprints.
"The death penalty has been signed!"
Victory or defeat is up to man, life or death is up to fate!
As the old man in the long robe stepped off the boxing ring, Ruan Feng gave Yang Sheng a sinister smile and said in slightly broken Cantonese, "Kid, you're from the mainland?"
"You mainlanders are the worst! I'm going to crush your bones one by one!"
Yang Sheng tilted his head: "The kid misbehaved and got a spanking, then ran away to Hong Kong crying and still has the nerve to talk tough?"
At this time, Vietnam was overconfident because it had defeated the Americans and unified the north and south, thinking that it was invincible again.
They provoked the suzerain state and were swept all the way to the capital, suffering a terribly defeat.
Nguyen Phong was a former member of the Vietnamese military and likely participated in that war, so he naturally harbored deep resentment towards mainland Chinese.
Yang Sheng's words instantly enraged Ruan Feng.
Ruan Feng moved like a cheetah, pushing off the ground with his right foot and charging towards Yang Sheng, throwing a punch straight at Yang Sheng's face.
At the same time, he bent his left arm inward, but his eyes were fixed on Yang Sheng's neck.
This punch was just a feint. Whether Yang Sheng dodged or blocked, he would then face Ruan Feng's grappling and throat lock.
Nguyen Phung was a military man whose skills were honed in battle; he was exceptionally ruthless, and every move he made was aimed at killing.
Yang Sheng tilted his head, his gaze instantly locking onto Ruan Feng's left arm. He arched his body like a bow, his fists like thunderbolts, and suddenly shot out!
Choy Li Fut! Iron Arrow Fist!
Attack against attack, and charge forward without hesitation!
Bang!
Ruan Feng felt as if his punch had hit a hammer. His left arm had just been extended when Yang Sheng punched his forearm, and a sharp pain shot through him.
But Ruan Feng seemed oblivious, and with his left knee raised, he aimed straight for Yang Sheng's crotch.
Military combat tactics aim for simple and extreme lethality, and there are countless such ruthless methods.
Yang Sheng's originally tall figure suddenly shrunk like a ghost.
Stepping, knee thrust, leg extension, shoulder lift.
He executed the four movements in one smooth motion, actually managing to slip under Ruan Feng and forcefully shove Ruan Feng away with his shoulder!
The elderly man in the long gown who was acting as the referee suddenly clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Palm, Erlang Carrying the Mountain! Young man, what excellent skills!"
While in mid-air, Nguyen Phuong quickly did a backflip to regain his balance.
But before he could react, Yang Sheng had already taken a step forward, bent one arm into an elbow, and charged at him!
Bajiquan, Liangyi Stance! Top-Heart Elbow!
Ruan Feng crossed his arms to block, but under this elbow strike, there was a 'crack' sound, and his right arm bent instantly, cold sweat immediately streaming down his forehead.
Before Ruan Feng could react, a barrage of fists began to rain down!
Bajiquan, a flurry of arrows!
The crowd below the stage erupted in uproar, and many people couldn't help but stand up.
Nguyen Phuong, one of the three tigers of the British Associated Press, single-handedly conquered three streets of Ma Yau with just a military dagger. Nguyen Phuong, who had just been promoted to the rank of Double Flower Red Pole, was beaten so badly by an unknown 49th Army soldier that he was completely powerless to fight back.
Amidst the flurry of punches, Ruan Feng was struck until blood flowed from his mouth and nose. He roared and swung his right leg fiercely towards Yang Sheng's waist.
Yang Sheng sidestepped and blocked, deflecting the force of Ruan Feng's kick. His right fist slammed down like a giant hammer, and with a 'crack', Ruan Feng's right leg snapped instantly, twisted at a bizarre angle.
Tai Chi Chuan, Fixed-Step Parry and Strike!
Ruan Feng let out a miserable cry and retreated towards the back of the arena.
Although all the boxers who went on stage for the Dragon City Championship signed a death contract, it was not actually a fight to the death. As long as they jumped off the stage, it was considered a surrender.
But Yang Sheng swept Ruan Feng down with a whip kick, lifted him up on his back, raised his left knee, and slammed his hands down hard!
With a 'click'.
Ruan Feng's body was thrown to the ground in an inverted V shape, twitching strangely.
This Vietnamese tiger, who not long ago boasted that he would crush all of Yang Sheng's bones, now had his spine broken by Yang Sheng.
Just like the country where Nguyen Phong was a few months ago, it was full of confidence and boasted, but was swept away like fallen leaves by the autumn wind, its backbone broken.
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