Chapter 104
The United States is targeting the South American region, with eight players facing off against the other side's three players, including Liman, known as the little boxing champion, and two bloody men who followed their team of younger brothers.
The whistles of the onlookers and the cheers in the live broadcast room were strangely synchronized.
The production team forbids unilateral assaults on contestants, but if the other team agrees to set up the ring, that's a different matter. Those who want to exploit this rule resort to the simplest method: they dig up the opponent's entire ancestry and curse him, their words uttered by disinfectant. Even the uncle could tolerate it, but the sister-in-law couldn't. The South American team agreed to the ring battle.
Eight versus three, no matter how you look at it, the former has the advantage, especially with their foreign players. But when young boxing champion Riman sent a South American competitor flying, there was a momentary silence in the crowd and the livestream, followed by cheers.
"Go on! Liman, beat him up!"
"Oh, weakling, weakling, too bad, quit the competition!"
The atmosphere was lively, but the shouting made the South American group blush. Regardless of whether it was a case of numbers bullying the few, the remaining seven rushed forward and engaged in a group fight.
The battle raged here, and Chu Huaiqin and his men continued to advance, leaning on their trekking poles. Due to the fighting, the A1 camera was mostly focused on the front, only occasionally cutting back to the Rolling Team, and the footage lasted only two or three seconds. Previously, the Chinese audience would have undoubtedly expressed disapproval, but now they felt Chu Huaiqin's slow pace was too fast. In the comments and in their hearts, the Chinese audience chanted: "Slow down, slow down! It's best to wait until the fight is over before arriving."
When foreign audiences saw the look on the Chinese fans' faces, they burst into laughter again.
Chu Huaiqin and his men were indeed slow, but they couldn't hold their own against them for nearly an hour. The South American group confronted the three men, fighting them relentlessly even when they couldn't defeat them. They eventually managed to take out two of them, leaving all eight of them lying on the ground, unable to get up. Just then, Chu Huaiqin and his group arrived.
"Oh, Captain Chu, the most popular in Asia, is here."
"Since you're here, let's play a round!"
Someone in the crowd shouted at Chu Huaiqin in a provocative tone. Xia En frowned and wanted to step forward, but was stopped by Chu Huaiqin.
"Let's go!"
Chu Huaiqin adopted a defensive tactic in this competition and would avoid fighting if possible.
"Oh, I won't dare to do that anymore. You MXX, XXX..."
"Hahaha!"
The sounds of ridicule were heard one after another. Most of the people in the live broadcast room were watching the fun, but the Chinese audience was furious. The Chinese can tolerate anything, but they cannot tolerate scumbags touching their relatives and ancestors, even verbally.
"Oh, Chu..."
"Ford, shut up!"
Before the second swear word came out, surprisingly, it was Will Smith who started to scold. His face changed and he took two steps forward and turned his gaze to Chu Huaiqin.
The people at the scene and in the live broadcast room were stunned for a moment before they realized what was going on. Why did they feel that Will Smith looked a little frightened?
Chu Huaiqin smiled. He turned around and pulled down his veil with his black-gloved index finger, revealing a straight nose and lips of moderate thickness. Due to the temperature, his lips were dry and rosy. His round chin had the most perfect curve, which was very attractive.
Chu Huaiqin was wearing big sunglasses, but only half of his face was exposed, which made the European and American audiences who had never seen his true face have their hearts beat faster. They wanted to take off his sunglasses to see if his eyes were as dark as they imagined.
Chu Yinzhi, who had been hunched over and panting like an old man, stood up straight. He handed the trekking pole to Lin Zhinan and took off his backpack to Su Huaichen. As he walked towards the center of the crowd, he said to Xia Entropy, "You may have to carry me later."
Xia En said solemnly, "Okay, I have plenty of strength."
Standing in the battle circle, Chu Huaiqin's body was as straight as a god. Only then did everyone realize that his steps just now were so steady that it was frightening.
"Come out!" Chu Huaiqin pushed up his sunglasses with one hand and looked at the person who provoked him. This was a contestant from the Mother Country. Judging from his figure and walking posture, he should also be a boxer.
"Chu..." Will stepped forward to stop him, but Chu Huaiqin raised his index finger to his lips, signaling him to be silent.
"Come if you want, I'm afraid of you..."
Will Smith's face changed, "Ford."
"Twice." Chu Huaiqin said calmly, but for some reason, the listeners felt their hair stand on end.
For a moment, everyone was silent.
"Oh, you're just pretending. I, Ford, agree," Ford strode forward. "If I were afraid of you, I wouldn't be in the ring. You little weakling, I only have one hand, ah..."
Ford, who had been pointing his finger as he entered the arena, suddenly screamed. The people in the live broadcast room went blank for a moment, unable to react. They saw Chu Huaiqin grabbing the finger Ford had just pointed at and twisting it back. Then, Chu Huaiqin clenched his fist and punched Ford in the stomach without mercy. Ford screamed again and tried to vomit, but Chu Huaiqin was quicker than him and kicked Ford in the knee. The sturdy man fell to the ground. Chu Huaiqin pressed down in an instant, and with lightning speed, he clamped his hand around Ford's chin...
“Crack!”
“Hmm!”
Ford couldn't even scream now. His jaw was removed by Chu Huaiqin, and not just once. He first removed the left side, and then bent it back to the right side. There were two "click" sounds, and the people at the scene and in the live broadcast room got goose bumps and a chill ran down their feet. The group of people who had been shouting about making things difficult for Chu Huaiqin were so scared that their faces turned pale, as if Chu Huaiqin would crawl out of the screen and remove their jaws.
The scene was silent, and everyone stared at Chu Huaiqin blankly, not daring to look directly at him for a moment.
"This is a wilderness survival competition, not a swearing contest. Also, respect your elders. Didn't your school teach you that?" Chu Huaiqin stood up straight, looking down at the man lying on the ground wailing in pain like a king, and kicked him twice. "Understand, this is a variety show, not a fighting arena."
Ford couldn't close his broken jaw, and the white substance he vomited when Chu Huaiqin hit him in the stomach flowed out uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth. He couldn't bear it and turned his head to dry heave. It was so disgusting.
The people in Ford's team intended to rescue people, but they were frightened by what Chu Huaiqin did just now. They hesitated and dared not step forward. They looked at Chu Huaiqin's back anxiously, but saw that he seemed to have no bones while walking, and sat down on the ground with his buttocks. His hat was blown off by the wind, revealing his raised nose.
Xia Entanglement and others were also frightened by Chu Huaiqin, and hurriedly ran to him and put the hat on him. Xia Entanglement took off the luggage and threw it to the little monk, and with the help of Lin Zhinan, he carried Chu Huaiqin on his back.
"Let's go!" Xia Entang glanced at the restless crowd and took the lead, carrying Chu Huaiqin on his back. Lin Zhinan followed, clutching three pairs of hiking poles. The young monk, carrying his own bag on his back and Xia Entang's on his front, also followed. Su Huaichen, who had taken Chu Huaiqin's bag, also ran off, thankful that Chu Huaiqin's bag wasn't as heavy as Xia Entang's.
"You shouldn't say bad words about Chu Huaiqin's family," Will Smith watched Chu Huaiqin and the others leave, looked down at Ford and shook his head helplessly, then turned to look at the onlookers and said, "Remember this: anyone who curses their family, ancestors, and motherland in front of Chu Huaiqin has retired from the boxing ring."
Like Liman, Will Smith is a contestant from Sam Country and a boxer from the same club. He is even a generation older than Liman and participated in the Chu Huaiqin era.
When Riman first entered the industry, Chu Huaiqin was about to retire. He had only met Chu Huaiqin in person, but had never sparred with him. Despite Chu Huaiqin's legend, Riman, known as a gifted boxer, was unconvinced and sought to provoke him whenever he could. However, Chu Huaiqin was known for his easygoing ways off the field, and none of his provocations succeeded. Wilsworth watched with a cold, helpless gaze. Unbeknownst to Riman, those who found and successfully provoked others had vanished from the industry.
The more unsuccessful Liman was, the more he wanted to find a sense of existence. Unfortunately, Chu Huaiqin never even looked at him until he left the United States.
There were two voices in the live broadcast room at this time. The first one was waving its hands and celebrating:
"Ahhh, Chu is so handsome. I love Chu more and more. I can't stand it anymore. I want to go to the Moyer Desert to find him right away."
"My master, this is my master, hahahaha, my master."
"You deserve it for being such a jerk. Haha, you're a fan of my brother."
"Ahhh, cheer for my brother! Go ahead and kill those bastards!"
"Chu Huaiqin's move is so cool. Looking at the expressions of these people, they are all shocked."
The person with the second voice in the live broadcast room was so nervous that his hands and feet were sweating and his throat was shaking:
"Did Chu eat spinach just now?"
"I, I scolded him before, he couldn't hear it, right? He couldn't hear it! I don't want to be dislocated, it hurts so much."
"It's terrible, terrible, demon, demon."
"He, why is he completely different from before? Is he pretending?"
"Yes, that's right. He must have been pretending before. He must have been."
At this time, many people at the scene also felt that Chu Huaiqin's previous weakness was fake, including the action of sitting on the ground at the end. He must have wanted to paralyze them and make them let their guard down.
While the contestants and the livestream audience were feeling anxious, Chu Huaiqin had already fallen asleep on Xia Entropy's back. Lin Zhinan and Su Huaichen, who had experienced Chu Huaiqin's situation before, were worried but still felt reassured. Only the young monk didn't understand the situation and was so worried that he almost cried looking at Chu Huaiqin.
"If I had practiced martial arts well before, I would have been able to play. It's all my fault." The little monk hugged Xia En's backpack, tears streaming down his face.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine after I sleep for a while." Lin Zhinan comforted him.
"Really?" The little monk pouted to confirm.
"Really." Lin Zhinan nodded.
Xia Entang didn't say anything. Lin Zhinan also fell silent after talking to the little monk for a while. They walked slowly until an hour later when Chu Huaiqin woke up and Xia Entang let him down.
"Are you stupid? You carried me for an hour and you can't find a place to stay?" Chu Huaiqin pulled Xia En's numb hands and rubbed them gently.
"Brother, there are too many of them. What should we do if they surround us?" Lin Zhinan knew that Xia Entang was unwilling to stop because he was afraid that they would cause trouble. Chu Huaiqin fell into a dormant state, and if a conflict occurred, he would be easily hurt.
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