Chapter 331: 331: The Situation Reverses_1

Chapter 331: Chapter 331: The Situation Reverses_1

At Ring 2, Bull Demon cornered Zhou Xian and lunged at him with a wild laugh.

As long as he could pin Zhou Xian down, he could beat up this guy who only knew how to dodge as much as he liked.

As for punching and kicking, since Zhou Xian was too agile, Bull Demon was afraid of missing and hitting the iron net. Although he didn’t fear the pain, it could expose a weakness.

“Haha, I’m going to twist your head off and sit on it,” Bull Demon wildly reached out, his calloused and broad palm like a giant fan, easily capable of slapping Zhou Xian.

“Daydreaming!” Contrarily, Zhou Xian, fearless as a dead pig is for boiling water, not only refused to accept his fate but was also incredibly sassy, as if he was impatient to live.

This further enraged Bull Demon, and he added three parts more strength to his hand, wishing he could tear this foul-mouthed weakling to pieces.

“Bull Demon, kill him, smash him quick, I’ve bet a hundred thousand on you.”

“Laughable, so laughable. You’re so weak yet so arrogant, big brother, are you here to be a clown?”

“If I were Bull Demon, I’d also want to kill this guy called Zhou Xian.”

The audience outside the ring shouted, cheered, and hotly discussed, fully immersing themselves in the match.

Even those few who had initially felt sympathy for Zhou Xian turned against him because of his insolence.

Although Bull Demon was brutal and cruel, he was still better than the self-ignorant Zhou Xian.

However, under everyone’s watchful eyes, Zhou Xian suddenly sprang up, stepping on the iron net, and with that force, he launched a lightning-fast kick. His foot, moving so quickly it left a blur, landed on Bull Demon’s outstretched arm. Using the kick as leverage, Zhou Xian nimbly flipped in the air.

The next second, Zhou Xian landed behind Bull Demon, and as Bull Demon turned to hurl a punch, Zhou Xian ducked and rapidly jabbed two fingers into Bull Demon’s side waist and armpit.

Bull Demon was slightly stunned, a hint of bafflement flashing across his face. He didn’t understand the mystery behind those two jabs, which felt neither painful nor itchy to him.

“Kid, I didn’t expect you to be so slippery,” Bull Demon spoke in a heavy voice, “but what’s the point? It’s just the struggles of the dying. One punch from me can lay you out, while yours can only tickle me.”

But this trivial level of output, not even showing a hint of red, had already drawn dissatisfaction from the audience outside the ring.

They had expected a bloody slaughter, but instead, they got a tepid and prolonged borefest, which was extremely dull.

Just as the audience’s interest was waning even more, the situation on the stage suddenly changed.

Zhou Xian’s footwork faltered, and he tripped over his own feet, falling and losing his stance. Although he narrowly dodged a charging punch, his body lost balance.

“Now’s the time.”

Bull Demon’s eyes lit up. With his rich combat experience, he immediately seized the huge opening from his opponent, swiftly lowering his body and stretching out his right leg in a sweeping ground kick.

Some timid female spectators immediately covered their eyes, afraid to witness the bloody scene that was about to unfold, as Bull Demon’s sweeping kick had enough power to knock the off-balance Zhou Xian to the ground.

Once on the ground, Bull Demon would pounce upon him, pressing down hard on Zhou Xian’s body, then rain down a relentless barrage of punches, likely causing Zhou Xian’s facial bones to collapse and leaving him disfigured beyond recognition.

For this reason, many spectators held their breath in anticipation, waiting for this moment to arrive when they could roar with excitement, cheering for the victory, and frenziedly celebrating their bet winnings.

Yue Qingjiang and Yue Qingxuan were also staring intently at the situation on the stage. Because of the bet with Xu Fan, the two, who had never felt so nervous before, suddenly realized their palms were sweating.

They blamed Xu Fan for being so certain, so confident that Zhou Xian would win, that even they began to doubt.

Faced with the ferocious spinning kick, Zhou Xian did not show panic; instead, the corners of his mouth curled into an arc, as if reveling in the success of a cunning plan.

Whoosh!

The spinning kick was lightning-fast, reaching its target in the blink of an eye. The leg, thick as the mouth of a sea bowl, seemed like it could kick down a thick wall, let alone Zhou Xian’s somewhat unstable stance.

“Hmph, courting death.”

Zhou Xian’s concentration was at its peak, his eyes fixated on the swiftly approaching spinning kick. The moment before it was about to hit, his body twisted sharply, keeping the same direction and speed as the kick. Then, his hands, like sturdy vines, clung to the high-speed moving leg, and his entire body suddenly sank, pressing down on it heavily.

At that moment, Bull Demon, standing on one leg, clearly lost balance.