Who made him participate in the slapping contest?

Chapter 8 KO!

"Why should I?!"

"Which eye of yours saw Yongge twist his waist?"

"Family members, the Hong Family Martial Arts School has chickened out. These locals have no shame and are resorting to cheating to win."

Li Dalong was the first to object, and stood up to shout.

"That's right, this is your home turf. Whether a foul was committed or not is entirely up to your words, isn't it?"

"This isn't fair!"

Du Meijuan also took the opportunity to cause trouble in order to gain traffic and sympathy.

"Brother Yong, say something!" she said, winking at Zhu Yong.

Zhu Yong had no way to express his suffering.

His face and hands were numb at that moment, and he wished he could be called for a foul so that Hong Jie wouldn't have to slap him.

It would be great to commit a foul.

They can then have an explanation when they get back, blaming the loss on biased refereeing or the away game factor.

If they really keep fighting...

It would be truly embarrassing to get knocked out.

"Why!"

"Who told me to be on their turf? If you say I fouled, then I fouled. I admit defeat!" Zhu Yong pretended to be persecuted, indignantly took out his braces and slammed them on the table, then turned to leave angrily.

"etc!"

"Zhu Yong, you think you can just leave like that?" Hong Jie raised his hand to stop him.

"What do you mean?"

"You've been exposed for cheating, and you still want to act tough? I have a dozen brothers and a million netizens supporting me, so don't try to show off!" Zhu Yong pointed at Hong Jie's nose, pretending to be very reasonable.

"Fine, still putting on an act, huh?"

"Aren't you going to accuse us of cheating and slandering you, which is against the rules?"

"Xian'er!"

Hong Jie snapped his fingers with an air of authority.

Wang Xiaoxian pressed the remote control in her hand, and a huge high-definition projector screen slowly descended from above.

"Our Hung Family Martial Arts School is equipped with high-definition cameras!"

"Since we've opened the doors to invite heroes from all over the world to challenge us, the competition must be fair. Whether there were any fouls or not will be judged by millions of netizens!"

After she finished speaking, she brought up the video playback.

All the social media devices present were simultaneously aimed at the screen.

The footage is broken down frame by frame.

Zhu Yong's tiptoeing and twisting body, though well concealed, could not escape the notice of the high-definition camera.

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Li Dalong, Du Meijuan, and others fell silent, their voices fading into silence.

"Everyone, Wucheng is a hometown of martial arts, and we believe in fairness."

"Zhu Yong, do you need me to play it a few more times?"

Wang Xiaoxian asked.

"No, no need."

"This is my first time participating in a slapping contest. I'm not very professional, and I admit I fouled." Zhu Yong admitted, losing face, when he couldn't keep up the act any longer.

All he wants now is to get out of this damn place.

That saved Hong Jie from getting slapped.

His intuition told him that if he was infected, he should lie down!

"Everyone heard it, the evidence of Zhu Yong's foul is conclusive, and he has already admitted it."

Su Changfeng was overjoyed and immediately announced:

According to the international rules of Power Slap, if one side commits a foul, the opposing team can declare victory immediately!

"I hereby declare..."

Su Changfeng walked to the middle and grabbed the wrists of the two people on either side.

Zhu Yong closed his eyes and let out a long sigh of relief.

Oh my god, I've escaped a disaster!

"Hong Jie wins!" Amid the cheers, Su Changfeng tried to raise Hong Jie's hand.

However, this kid is incredibly strong.

This hand feels like it weighs a ton; I can't lift it no matter what I do.

"President Su, there's another interpretation to the Power Slap foul, isn't there?" Hong Jie asked with a smile.

Zhu Yong felt a chill run down his spine.

"Xiao Jie, it's good to be forgiving when you can. You've already won."

"If the fighting continues and people get hurt, it won't benefit anyone."

Su Changfeng reminded him in a low voice.

"Yes, Brother Hong, I'm a renowned Sanda master. I'll let it go since you got the advantage from the foul. Don't push your luck and cause trouble."

Zhu Yong put on a long face and acted like a big shot, trying to scare Hong Jie.

"If you're going to slap someone, you have to keep your word!"

"If I said that only one person can walk out of here standing up today, then I must keep my word."

"You, I will definitely knock you out!"

Hong Jie's voice was booming and resounding!

"No way, are you crazy? We're going to knock them out! We're internet celebrities, not cowboys!"

"Young man, can't you at least understand some social etiquette?"

Seeing the murderous intent in his eyes, Zhu Yong became even more flustered and timid.

He's not just afraid of being beaten.

They are even more afraid of being knocked out, with their traffic and reputation plummeting, and all the hard-earned fan base and GG endorsements being destroyed in an instant.

"Isn't Wucheng a hometown of martial arts?"

"Is this how you push people?"

As Zhu Yong whispered, he didn't forget to provoke Su Changfeng.

He knew that these old fogies valued martial ethics and reputation most.

"Xiao Jie, a martial artist, should be kind and gentle. He has already admitted defeat, so he should know when to stop," Su Changfeng advised.

"Ah, the ways of the world!"

"The traffic and popularity I want are not from social niceties, but from slaps."

"The Hong Family Martial Arts School has no human relationships, only fighting and killing!"

Hong Jie remained unmoved, his voice booming like thunder.

"You think you can just run away after slapping me? There's no such thing as a free lunch!"

After saying that, he shook off Su Changfeng's hand and returned to the competition table:

"According to the rules, Zhu Yong committed a foul. I can choose to win or continue the game!"

"Zhu Yong, weren't you just a tough guy, a famous person, who knocked my dad out with one punch, thinking you were all that?"

Come on!

"KO me!"

Hong Jie made a domineering provocation.

"Family members, let's get this fired up! Let's get this fired up!"

"Our young master refuses to accept defeat passively; he'll fight to the bitter end! Let me ask you all one question: are the men of Wucheng tough enough?!"

Wang Xiaoxian held up the microphone and shouted at the home stadium.

"hard!"

The crowd below cheered.

The live stream was filled with hardcore content!

The screen was filled with carnival decorations and all sorts of gifts, making Hong Jianguo grin from ear to ear.

"Feel sorry!"

"Feel sorry!"

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Du Meijuan quickly squeezed onto the stage and pulled Zhu Yong aside:

"Brother Yong, what are you muttering about? Why are you letting that kid provoke you and yell at you?"

"Look, we've got over 1.5 million viewers!"

"If you don't do it, what are you waiting for!"

"Ideally, we could fight him for five rounds before knocking him out, maximizing the viewership!"

Little did she know what Zhu Yong was thinking; he was still fixated on the idea of ​​prioritizing traffic above all else.

"I... I'm just being ethical, aren't I?" Zhu Yong said, sounding unsure of himself.

"Stop talking nonsense about morality!"

"Didn't you see netizens saying you chickened out? People are pointing their fingers at you and yelling at you. If you don't fight back, you'll lose followers." Du Meijuan had never realized before how hesitant Zhu Yong was.

"Okay, okay!"

"beat!"

"Get him!"

Zhu Yong slammed his fists on the ring floor several times, roaring to bolster his own morale.

"Everyone saw that, right?"

"Our Brother Yong is courageous and responsible, that's what you call the qualities of a professional athlete."

"Just you wait, everyone. KO may be late, but he'll never be absent!"

Du Meijuan pulled down her neckline, which revealed most of her snow-white skin, and showed off her good figure and good looks to the camera.

Wang Xiaoxian glanced at her chest, pouted, and gritted her teeth in hatred.

Isn't it just a pair of big thunderbolts?

What are you showing off for!

How vulgar!

"Zhu Yong went first, now it's Hong Jie's turn."

"Please both sides prepare."

"The race will be restarted," Su Changfeng said.

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

Hong Jie stared at Zhu Yong, whose eyes were darting around nervously, and chuckled evilly. He then channeled his inner strength and delivered a powerful Iron Sand Palm strike.

Snapped!

Accompanied by a crisp slap.

Zhu Yong, who was already feeling guilty and uneasy, was struck dumb as if by lightning. His vision went black, his legs went weak, and he sat back down with a thud.

The safety officer behind him quickly helped him up.

Zhu Yong had already planned ahead; he would pretend to faint.

Unexpectedly, these two safety officers were inexperienced and forcibly helped him up and pressed him against the table, giving him no chance at all.

Zhu Yong's face was now marked with a clear black and purple handprint of five fingers, and his face was completely numb.

I had little sensation in my mouth and nose, only that I felt a warm flow coming out.

He was bleeding from all seven orifices!

"Quick, quick, get the towels!" Su Changfeng shouted.

Holy crap!

"That was almost a knockout! Could it have been an act?"

"Damn it, you can act with your face swollen like that, your eyes rolling back and blood flowing from all seven orifices, and you're still acting?"

"Iron Palm is so brutal, it even brought out Brother Yong's ten years of old cold energy."

"Brother Yong is a marksman, his attacks are fierce, but he's too fragile and has low health. He's not as durable as Master Hong."

"What do you know? Old Hong must have passed on the ancient Golden Bell Cover technique to him."

"Old Hong didn't seem to be bragging. Last time, it was probably just that his shoes slipped or the sun squinted at him."

The millions of viewers in the live stream were completely thrilled.

The way people originally called Hong Jie "little chicken" spontaneously changed to "Master Hong," and even the old man Hong's stubbornness became reasonable.

Sure enough, with sufficient skill, the family members naturally had a chance to debate the scriptures!

"Zhu Yong, are you still capable?"

"Take a few steps and see if you're still dizzy!" Su Changfeng asked.

"Brother Yong!"

"You're losing popularity and followers, hurry up and keep playing!"

"Master, one strike will decide the fate of the world, knock him out!"

Du Meijuan, Li Dalong, and others roared wildly.

Even now, they still can't accept that the invincible Yong Ge has been defeated.

Zhu Yong's ears were ringing.

I can't hear anything clearly, and I don't want to hear anything.

His eyes were bloodshot from being penetrated by the internal force of the Iron Palm, and his vision was a blurry mess.

I'm so dizzy!

It's so numb!

so tired!

So be it, let it be liberation, let it be destruction!

Zhu Yong was utterly despondent. His vision went black, and with a thud, amidst the gasps of the crowd, he collapsed to the ground like a limp noodle, unconscious.

KO!

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