Chapter 141: Ye Xing’s Challenge

Chapter 141: Chapter 141: Ye Xing’s Challenge

Ring after ring of spectator stands buzzed with a noisy, boisterous crowd, their fanatical shouts echoing through the arena—

"Crov!" "Crov!" "Tear all your opponents to shreds!"

"My invincible Demon King!"

"Crov!" "Crov!" "Crov!"

In the center of the ring, Demon King Crov stood with an air of arrogance, his imposing presence on full display as he surveyed the crowd.

As for the big man, Matthew Tules, he had already been carried off the stage by the medical staff.

"My invincible Demon King Crov has defeated his opponent with a single kick! Does anyone else dare to challenge him?" the referee shrieked. "Ten... nine—"

"I will."

A clear voice suddenly rang out. It was quiet, yet amidst the noisy surroundings, it reached everyone’s ears with perfect clarity.

Everyone in the entire fighting arena couldn’t help but look down toward the stage with curiosity.

They saw an Eastern youth with black eyes and yellow skin walking onto the ring at a calm, unhurried pace. He was about five-foot-nine, with a handsome face and eyes so placid they betrayed no hint of emotion.

"Oh, my God, Lord, am I seeing things? This young man wants to challenge Crov?" The referee looked completely astonished.

"Hahaha! Did I hear that right?"

"What? That kid must be crazy!"

"Does he have a death wish?"

"He probably won’t die, but he’ll be lucky to avoid a serious injury that’ll leave him bedridden for a few months! He might even end up crippled."

"That said, the kid’s pretty handsome. He doesn’t look like an idiot!"

"Maybe he actually has a few tricks up his sleeve!"

"No way."

"That Eastern kid is only, what, five-foot-nine? He’s not even as built as I am, and he’s going to challenge Crov?"

"Haha, that’s hilarious. With a small frame like that, Crov could probably send him flying with a single kick!"

"He wouldn’t even need a full kick! Bill, you’re overestimating that kid!"

"Matthew Tules was a huge guy, and he got knocked down with one kick. Against this Eastern kid, I’d say half a kick would be enough!"

"Heh heh, you’re right. Maybe the kid will piss himself in fear before the blow even lands!"

Waves of derisive laughter swept through the audience.

In the sixth-row VIP section, Frank quickly pulled out his phone and made a call.

"Hello! Mr. Wu Qiang, your good friend, Mr. Ye Xing, is in big trouble! You have to call and talk him out of it. He’s actually challenging Demon King Crov! Oh, my God, this is insane!"

"Uh, you’re saying the great Ye Xing is challenging Crov? The top fighter from the underground circuit, that Crov?" Wu Qiang’s voice came through the phone.

"Yes! Crov has been promoted to Demon King, and he’s terrifyingly strong. The challenger only has to survive ten rounds against him to win, but I don’t think Mr. Ye Xing can last that long. Did you know, just now, Matthew Tules, who’s as strong as an ox, was taken down by Crov with just one kick—"

"Ten rounds?" Wu Qiang paused for a moment on the other end, then laughed. "Haha, just ten rounds? Then there’s nothing to worry about. I’ve heard of this Crov, and I can’t say for sure if the great Ye Xing can beat him. But if all he has to do is last ten rounds, that’ll be way too easy for him!"

"What? Too easy? Mr. Wu Qiang, did you not hear what I just said? The mighty Matthew Tules—"

"Frank, my old friend! Do you think the great Ye Xing is some kind of slouch? Crov is strong, sure, but the great Ye Xing is no slouch either! Do you know how I met him?" Wu Qiang said over the phone. "You might laugh when I tell you this, but he’s the one who took down my entire Changchun Martial Arts Hall. All dozen or two dozen of my instructors, including me, were beaten to the ground. And I got the feeling he wasn’t even using his full strength back then. I have no idea what his true power is! Anyway, Frank, my Changsheng Martial Arts Hall has reopened, and I’m swamped right now. Let’s talk another time, haha! I’m hanging up now!"

’Mr. Wu Qiang didn’t sound like he was joking! What is going on?’ Frank’s mind was reeling as he stared down at the ring.

On the stage, Ye Xing and Crov stood on the left and right, facing each other. Ye Xing was five-foot-nine and weighed around 130 to 140 pounds. For an average person, this was a standard build, one that could even be considered ’tall and well-built.’

However, on the other side of the ring, Demon King Crov stood over six-foot-six, weighed more than two hundred pounds, and was built like a bear. His arms were as thick as a man’s thighs, his body a mass of knotted muscle, and he exuded a shocking, murderous aura.

"Young man, are you sure you want to challenge Demon King Crov?" the referee asked Ye Xing, the mockery in his eyes unconcealed.

"Yes," Ye Xing replied with a calm gaze, nodding.

"There’s such a huge disparity in strength. Why do you want to challenge Demon King Crov?" The referee handed the microphone to Ye Xing and said, "First, introduce yourself!"

Ye Xing took the microphone from the referee—

"Hello, everyone! I’m from China, but I won’t be giving my name. The reason I’m up here isn’t for the Demon King title, nor is it for fame. I’m just in a bad mood and feel like hitting someone. Nothing more to it, heh."

The moment Ye Xing finished speaking, the entire arena fell silent. Then, it erupted in roaring laughter.

The referee struggled to suppress a smile. It was clear he was having a hard time. He held the microphone out to Ye Xing again. "Young man, I don’t know where you get such incredible confidence. But I have to ask, have you studied Sanda?"

"No," Ye Xing replied honestly, shaking his head.

"What about Muay Thai?"

"No."

"Taekwondo, Karate, Jeet Kune Do... you must have studied at least one of them, right?"

"None of them. I just practiced a little bit of martial arts starting three or four months ago," Ye Xing said with a slight sigh. "Ah, I started too late."

"You certainly did start too late. Only three or four months! Hahaha, that’s killing me! Sorry, I just can’t hold it in. My God, it’s like you think you have too many lives to spare." The referee said, "Alright, I won’t disturb you two any longer. Let the match begin!"

As the match began, everyone’s eyes were instantly glued to the ring, staring intently at the two fighters about to clash.

"Ye Xing, you’re insane! Get down from there! This isn’t a regular match, it’s an underground fight! People can die!" Alice ran to the edge of the stage, trying to rush up, but was held back tightly by several staff members. She immediately shouted toward Ye Xing on the stage, but the crowd was too loud, and her cries were completely drowned out by the surrounding roar.