Chapter 709 This is a 'handsome guy disease'
Entering the octagon, Xiao Peng felt a sense of novelty. However, aside from Pascal and Fabian, no one expected Xiao Peng to win. After all, the size disparity between the fighters was significant: Peter Owen, though already 38, had a muscular build evident through years of training.
And what about Xiao Peng? He simply took off his coat and shoes before entering the ring. He was wearing jeans, a turtleneck sweater, and gloves. He looked so lazy and amateurish!
Peter Owen looked at Xiao Peng and said, "Brother, are you stupid? You want to challenge me to a duel like this?"
Xiao Peng spread his hands: "It will be too troublesome to put on clothes later."
Pete Irving laughed angrily: "You still want to walk off the stage standing? I said today that I won't kill you, but don't even think about walking off the stage standing!"
Xiao Peng sighed and said, "Let's hurry up, okay? Someone wants to treat us to a drink!"
Pete Irving's wife came over and said, "I want to check if you have any weapons."
Xiao Peng raised his hands to signal Pete Irving's wife to check him. His wife checked Xiao Peng for a long time and finally touched Xiao Peng's crotch twice.
"You really can't take this 'weapon' away!" Xiao Peng smiled and said, "Don't touch it. You won't get it even if you touch it. Owen, how many men does your wife have outside? Why is it too late? Is it because your penis is not good enough to satisfy her? Buddy, do you have a child? Is it yours? Oh, don't be angry, this is called 'British humor'."
Owen was furious after hearing this. Xiao Peng had really hit upon his pain point! The couple had no children yet, but that wasn't the reason for his short-term persistence.
According to human body proportions, Irving is absolutely a long-legged Oppa, and these two long legs have become his weapon in competing in professional games.
Even more amazing is that his parents aren't tall—his father is less than 1.65 meters tall, and his mother is less than 1.6 meters tall—yet he's surprisingly tall, with long legs, and even competes in professional sports. People who don't know him say he's a "gift from God," but Peter Irving himself knows: What the hell is a "gift from God"? He's like this because he has Klinefelter's syndrome!
Klinefelter syndrome is also known as congenital Gaowan agenesis. Because it's congenital, there's no treatment. If you see a tall, long-legged man with a fair complexion and youthful, you're likely to have Klinefelter syndrome.
The prevalence of this condition is quite high, affecting approximately one in a thousand men. This should serve as a wake-up call for those women who admire long-legged men and believe that appearance is everything. This condition is truly a "handsome guy syndrome." If you finally marry a long-legged man, only to find he has Klinefelter's syndrome, your life could be filled with sorrow.
"Chinese, you are looking for death yourself and I really can't stop you! I will make you regret paying the price for your bad mouth! Start quickly!" Peter Irving was furious.
When his wife heard this, she hurriedly said, "Okay, fist bump! Let's begin!"
Although Xiao Peng had never been in a ring, he had seen a boxing match. He stretched out his fists and wanted to bump fists with Pete Irving. However, Pete Irving did not bump fists with him. Instead, he swung a punch at Xiao Peng's face!
The punch was fast and fierce, but he was faster than Xiao Peng. Xiao Peng leaned back and Pete Irving's fist just brushed past his face.
"Fuck, a professional boxer? Playing dirty?" Fabian shouted from below, "Are all British people so shameless?"
"What did you say?" Someone next to him glared at Fabian.
Fabian pointed to the ring and said, "Come on, tell me what to do about this."
The person next to him was speechless. After a while, he said, "Who told him to be so mean? The Chinese people deserve to be beaten!"
Fabian curled his lips after hearing this and said, "It has to be possible to beat him!"
As a result, the people next to him did not respond to him, but stared at the ring in amazement. They saw Pete Irving bombarding Xiao Peng with a flurry of punches, but Xiao Peng dodged left and right, and Pete Irving did not hit Xiao Peng with a single punch.
Moreover, Xiao Peng's steps were very strange. It was obvious at first glance that they were not the fighting steps of a professional trainee. Instead, they looked more like the clumsy steps of an old man strolling on the street. However, it was this clumsy step that had a miraculous effect. Coupled with Xiao Peng's body swinging, Pete Irving's quick punches didn't even touch Xiao Peng's clothes.
Everyone was stunned. Who the hell was this guy? He was a master, right? All his moves were amateurish, clearly devoid of any professional training. But you call him an amateur? So what was going on? Why couldn't Pete Irving touch him?
"Chinese! Are you a rat? All you can do is dodge? Can you punch?" Pete Irving looked at Xiao Peng with a serious look. He also found that this Chinese man was not as simple as he looked.
After hearing this, Xiao Peng stood there and was about to speak, but Pete Irving's eyes lit up and he directly used his best sweeping kick to kick Xiao Peng's weak spot.
"Playing dirty again!" Fabian shouted when he saw this scene.
Before he could even finish his words, Xiao Peng suddenly dodged to the side and kicked Pete Irving's supporting foot. Pete Irving's feet flew off the ground and fell face up to the floor of the ring.
At this point, Pete Irving wasn't panicking at all. After all, ground techniques are crucial in MMA, and Xiao Peng, a complete novice, clearly didn't know any ground techniques! While Xiao Peng's dodging was impressive, what good would agile footwork do if he got dragged into the fight? Ground techniques rely on technique and strength, not agility!
Although Pete Irving flew up, he was happy in his heart, because victory was coming!
Before he could even feel happy, he saw a black dot getting closer and closer to his face. The black dot in his pupil slowly enlarged. Peter Owen was dumbfounded. What was that? A fist?
'How come he's so fast?'
This was Pete Irving's last thought. After a loud bang, he lost consciousness and lay on the ground.
The scene was completely silent, and everyone doubted their own eyes. In the blink of an eye, Xiao Peng had kicked Peter Irving away, and before Peter Irving even landed, he had punched him directly to the ground. Is this something a human could do? This was too fast!
Xiao Peng didn't even wait for Owen's wife to count seconds before he was ready to leave the ring. He said, "Ask me if I can throw a punch? Now you know, right?"
"Stop him!" Owen's wife shouted, blocking the iron door of the octagonal ring. "Don't let him walk out of here alive!"
After hearing this, Xiao Peng turned around and punched him without saying a word. Suddenly the whole world was at peace!
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