305: Chapter 305: Tell You to Take Twenty Punches (Third Update) 305: Chapter 305: Tell You to Take Twenty Punches (Third Update) “Kid, cut the crap and hurry up, I’ll finish you in five seconds, I’ve got a date to get to,” Li Yu, with his boxing gloves on, stood in the ring, his face full of impatience.
“Exactly, stop dawdling, hurry up!”
Li Yu’s brain-dead fans started jeering as well.
Zhang Fan, with a challenging look, leapt onto the ring and shrugged with a shake of his head, “Don’t worry, I won’t let you off the stage for less than half an hour.”
“Brother Fan, beat him up, knock him dead with one punch,” the people from Big Dragon group roared.
“Right, do it, knock him down with one punch.”
Zhang Fan raised his hand in the direction of the face-slapping group, “Knocking him dead with one punch would be a huge loss for me, I said I wouldn’t let him off the stage without crying.”
At the sound of Zhang Fan’s voice, a wave of sighs rose up.
“So arrogant, too arrogant, how dare he speak to our Li Yu like that.”
“Brother Yu, knock him dead with one punch, I’ll have your baby monkeys.”
The cheering burst forth once more.
“Psh, monkeys, are you calling Li Yu a monkey?”
The face-slapping group burst into cheers as well.
“Hahaha!”
Laughter rang out all at once.
Standing in the ring, Li Yu’s face darkened; clenching his teeth, he quickly moved towards Zhang Fan.
“Damn it, get down,” he hissed.
Coming up to Zhang Fan, Li Yu swung a punch, his muscles bulging in a frightfully formidable display.
However, Zhang Fan just lightly bent his waist, and the punch sailed past, barely grazing his hair.
“Shameless, resorting to a sneak attack.”
The face-slapping group’s anger erupted instantly.
“How dare you insult our Brother Yu, I’ll bite you to death!” a girl roared.
“Hahaha, come on then, I’ll feed you with what’s below,” Zhang Fan sneered.
Hearing this, Zhang Fan almost lost his composure and burst into laughter.
Goodness, does it have to be this dirty?
But in the next instant, he straightened up and stepped forward, raising his hand, and his fist thundered into Li Yu’s chest.
“Thud!”
A dull sound, like hitting a drum, echoed through the air.
In that moment, Li Yu’s body flew straight out, slamming against the ropes at the edge of the ring.
“Thump!”
Li Yu’s body landed squarely on the floor, emitting a dull sound.
The noisy crowd suddenly fell silent, all eyes filled with disbelief at the sight of Li Yu sprawled on the ground.
Damn, how is this possible, to be floored by one punch?
Is this some kind of illusion?
“Damn, you’re kidding, right?
How can someone so weak have ranked first?” Zhang Fan was extremely surprised; he had only used seventy percent of his strength in that punch.
Damn it, Xiong Lin and the others hyped him up so much, how can this guy be so weak?
Zhang Fan’s words spread like a curse.
In the spectator stands, a group of people stood dumbfounded, their mouths agape, unable to believe what they were hearing.
Heaven, so weak?
Was this the same person who sent all the boxers to the hospital last year?
Damn it, they can’t be acting, can they?
Immediately, everyone’s gaze turned to Zhao Fen.
Seeing Zhao Fen’s stunned expression, they were again confused.
Could it not be an act?
Damn, is this some kind of joke, knocking Li Yu flying with a single punch?
The presidents from other cities witnessing this scene were aghast, as if they’d seen a ghost.
Shit, so this is the nine out of ten odds that Xiong Lin talked about?
Fuck your nine out of ten, dude went way too far showing off.
“God, Li Yu got knocked down, last year’s champion was taken out with a single punch?” Xiaoxiao’s voice was filled with disbelief, and his scream woke everyone up.
Especially the members of the Face-Slapping Gang, their faces flushed with excitement.
“Zhang Fan is mighty, Zhang Fan is the coolest, one punch, just one punch, and this guy’s so trash!”
“Haha, right, thought he was so strong, five seconds?
Hahaha, wasn’t that less than three?”
“What a loser, what a loser, what a loser, roll back home, stop embarrassing yourself out here.”
The taunting voices of the Face-Slapping Gang rose and fell like waves.
“Get up, bro Li Yu, get up, bro,” a piercing voice called out.
However, by then, Li Yu felt as if his chest was about to be crushed, the burning pain like a piece of red-hot charcoal pressed against his chest.
“Bro, get up, don’t just kneel there, I said I’d make you cry, don’t be this unsporting,” Zhang Fan quickly said as he squatted beside Li Yu.
Fuck, it’s not easy playing tough, get the hell up already.
Listening to Zhang Fan’s voice, a group of people who hadn’t recovered yet were once again dumbfounded.
What happened to making him cry?
Bro, that’s a bit too much, isn’t it?
The guy is already down, what more do you want?
“Bro, don’t be like this, you stand up, I’ll let you hit me twenty times, not just ten, I swear I won’t fight back,” Zhang Fan continued.
Listening to Zhang Fan’s voice, the crowd in front of the TV couldn’t help but laugh and cry.
Fucking hell, aren’t you here to compete?
You knocked out Li Yu with one punch, what’s not great about that?
Now you want him to get up; are you really here to compete or what?
“Zhang Fan, don’t go too far!”
Zhao Fen roared with fury.
At this moment, he couldn’t hold back anymore, his eyes bloodshot, looking like a starving wolf, quite terrifying.
“You…”
Li Yu’s teeth were almost crunching, with hands on the ground and knees down, he slowly pushed himself up; as he raised his head, he glared fiercely at Zhang Fan, his eyes filled with immense hatred.
Knocked away with just one punch.
When had Li Yu ever suffered such humiliation?
Zhang Fan, seeing Li Yu get up, quickly patted his chest: “You scared me to death, thought you would just stay kneeling like that, then I’d have to change my surname.”
Listening to Zhang Fan’s voice, the members of the Dalian Gang were also stunned.
Zhang Bro, do you have to show off like this?
“Zhang Bro, you could be called President, after all, combined it’s all the same,” someone teased.
Zhang Fan turned around, waving his fist and said, “Come, come, come over and say that, I’ll give you a Big Dragon BUFF!”
“Hahaha, Zhang Bro, come down and hit me,” the guy came out, waving his hands and shouting loudly.
Fuck, you think I can’t hit you, huh?
Bro, grab this guy and throw him over to me,” Zhang Fan bellowed.
“At your command!”
A group of people rushed over and lifted the guy up.
“Hey hey hey, guys, let’s talk this out, I’m still a kid,” the man screamed in terror.
“Kid my ass.”
The people let go, and the guy crashed heavily onto the ground.
“Ouch, my back, it’s broken!”
“Get lost, don’t make a fool of yourself!” Two legs reached out and kicked the person on the body.
Watching Zhang Fan interacting with his fans, even Xiong Lin had a dumbfounded expression like a dog staring in bewilderment.
Yes, you read that right, ‘dog’ staring in bewilderment!
“Aaargh!”
A roar erupted, and Li Yu swung a punch toward the back of Zhang Fan’s head.
“Zhang Bro, watch out!”
The members of the Face-Slapping Gang immediately screamed in shock.
Zhang Fan shook his arm, then tilted his head slightly, and Li Yu’s punch whizzed past his ear.
“I said I’d let you have twenty punches, and I’ll let you have twenty, that was the first one,” Zhang Fan took a step forward, turned around, and grinned.