Chapter 368: Open Provocation!
Ling Feng finally understood, shook his head helplessly, and chuckled, "There’s such a tactic as well?"
"Of course, look how stirred up everyone is now? They’re totally excited, having won some money, and they’ll definitely keep betting!" Lin Xue said with a laugh, her face also showing helplessness.
Standing on the stage, Du Song remained silent, his gaze fixed on the red ribbon.
It was only after the referee struck the gong and announced the start of the first round that he slowly took two steps forward.
Those two steps, casual like he was strolling outside, prompted a burst of laughter from the surrounding spectators!
"Amateur huh, is this kid desperate for money?"
"Exactly, he looks like he can’t take a hit; Da Xiong is going to win again!"
"Good if he wins, I’m still waiting for my winnings to double!"
The chatter of the surrounding spectators reached Ling Feng’s ears, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly upward, "Laugh it up now, because in a moment, you all will be crying!"
The battle began, and the one called Da Xiong took a quick look at Du Song, approached to test him with a punch aimed straight at his face!
Seeing that it was a feint, Du Song did not react at all, standing there like a wooden mannequin.
"Scared stiff, are you? It’s still not too late to kneel and concede!"
Da Xiong asked with a sinister laugh.
Looking at him, Du Song replied, "Same goes for you!"
Ling Feng couldn’t help laughing from below the stage, "This guy, what’s with the cool act, just knock him down already!"
Right after he finished speaking, Da Xiong launched another punch, also a feint, but this time he struck with real power in his footwork!
As the fist swung, his leg had already kicked towards Du Song’s chest and abdomen’s vital points!
To an ordinary person, this would have been enough to cause serious injury.
But in front of Du Song, these moves were child’s play. His expression unchanged, he suddenly kicked out like lightning, and the surrounding audience clearly heard a distinct snap!
Immediately after, Da Xiong’s screams rang out as he fell to the ground, clutching his leg and wailing like a slaughtered pig!
The scene fell silent, everyone dumbfounded!
They all thought it was a sure win, but unexpectedly, the unimpressive-looking young man managed to subdue his opponent with one move, crippling Da Xiong!
After a moment of shock, the arena suddenly erupted with excited cheers!
Those were the spectators who had bet on Du Song winning. Owing to the high odds, those who had bet on him earned far more than those who bet on Da Xiong!
Those who won were overjoyed, while those who lost were stunned, even the referee on the stage was baffled and glanced down for help.
After receiving instructions from someone, he stepped forward and took Du Song’s hand, "This gentleman is the winner!"
With a smile, Du Song looked down at Da Xiong, who was in pain, "Consider this a lesson for today, remember to spare others when you can!"
Ling Feng also smiled, this kid was thinking the same as him, reliable!
Just when they thought things were over and they could leave with the 200,000 yuan prize, someone suddenly got onto the stage, grabbed the microphone, and loudly said, "This gentleman’s moves are as fast as lightning, truly beyond our expectations. There’s another match coming up, and if you win, the prize money will increase to 500,000 yuan!"
Startled, Du Song paused, and just when Ling Feng thought he would refuse, to his surprise, the kid nodded, "Sure, who would think money’s too much?"
"Doesn’t this kid see there’s a problem?"
Ling Feng suddenly became unhappy.
It was obvious the other party didn’t want him to take the 200,000 yuan for nothing; the next opponent would probably not be an ordinary person!
True enough, after Du Song agreed, the man brought out a document, "Young man, sign this, will you?"
"What’s this?"
Du Song asked, a bit puzzled, and looked down at it.
"Your punches are quite heavy, and we seem to have missed some details in the previous agreement. With this, you wouldn’t be held responsible even if you killed someone!" the man said.
"Alright, I’ll sign!"
Upon hearing this, Du Song laughed, took the pen, and was about to sign!
At this point, Ling Feng couldn’t sit still any longer and hurriedly shouted, "Don’t sign!"
"Hmm?"
Startled, Du Song followed the direction of the voice and saw Ling Feng and Lin Xue. At first, he was taken aback, and then he asked with excitement, "Boss, what are you doing here?"
Ling Feng approached the ring and glared at him, saying, "Silly boy, you’re signing without even looking at what kind of opponent you’re facing. Are they targeting you? It’s clearly an agreement prepared for the other party!"
"Ah?"
With a bewildered face, Du Song quickly grasped his intention and nodded, "Understood!"
After that, he turned back to the person with the microphone, "Sorry, my friends have arrived, and we’re in a hurry to go drinking. I won’t be fighting the next round!"
"Not fighting?"
The person with the microphone sneered, "This is my brother Wei’s territory. Do you think you can come and go as you please?"
"So what do you want?" Du Song asked, frowning.
"You’ve already agreed to fight, so today you must fight, whether you want to or not," Brother Wei sneered.
Du Song looked at him, "What if I just refuse to fight? What can you do to me then?"
"You can try and see!" Brother Wei sneered back.
"Damn, are you threatening me?"
Du Song retorted and was about to strike when Ling Feng swiftly stepped into the ring and stopped him, "Don’t be impulsive!"
Having said that, he turned to Brother Wei, "Can we switch fighters? I’ll fight this round for my brother."
"You?"
Brother Wei looked Ling Feng up and down, curled his lip and said, "Fine, you can do it. If you win, the prize money is still five hundred thousand. If you lose, you bear the consequences!"
Ling Feng smiled, "I’m not that interested in money. How about we change the reward?"
"Hmm? What do you want to change it to?" Brother Wei asked coldly.
"If I lose, I deserve whatever happens to me, whether I live or die. But if by chance I win, I want one of your legs," Ling Feng said indifferently.
His voice was not loud, but through the microphone in Brother Wei’s hand, it still reached every corner of the space.
Suddenly, there was silence all around, and everyone looked at Ling Feng with disbelief.
After a moment, people began to whisper, "Has that kid gone mad? Daring to challenge Brother Wei?"
"Not necessarily. Maybe he’s a hidden master," someone speculated.
"Hidden master? Everyone knows that Ghost King under Brother Wei is the strongest in the province!"
"Who cares, at least there’s a good show to watch!"
The murmurs grew louder, and Brother Wei’s face turned grim!
Since organizing these underground fights, this was the first time he had encountered such a situation!
Ling Feng’s remarks were a clear provocation, and although Brother Wei was arrogant, he didn’t dare to underestimate him. He gave Ling Feng another serious look and asked, "Friend, where do you come from?"
"Nowhere special, I just don’t like seeing you giving my brother a hard time," Ling Feng replied casually.
Brother Wei narrowed his eyes, "Let me remind you, my leg isn’t that easy to take!"
"No worries, may the best man win, right? Brother Wei, you’re not scared, are you?" Ling Feng inquired.
The more nonchalant Ling Feng was, the more uncertain Brother Wei became. Yet, in front of so many spectators, he couldn’t back down. So, he snorted and said, "Scared? I’ll take you up on that. If you win, I’ll give you a leg!"