61: Chapter 61 A 300-pound strong man flew off the stage
Pierre, on the ring, also sensed that something was wrong.
He immediately increased the speed of his punches, trying to cut off Lin Tian's retreat.
With thousands of punches practiced daily, Pierre's boxing technique was quite solid.
Looking across the entire New York underground boxing scene, no one could last more than three rounds under his violent onslaught.
Unfortunately, today he had encountered a transformed, superhuman monster.
After taking the Perfect Serum, Lin Tian's eyes possessed dynamic vision that ordinary people couldn't even imagine.
Even the trajectory of a bullet fired from a barrel seemed incredibly slow to him.
As long as he wanted to, he could even dodge bullets with ease.
No matter how fast a top human boxer's punching speed was, it couldn't be faster than a bullet.
So in Lin Tian's eyes, apart from the first punch where he wanted to test the waters, the remaining attacks were as slow as a snail climbing a tree.
"Brother, did you see clearly just now? Bruce Lin's body seemed to have an afterimage!"
Below the ring, a young white man rubbed his eyes, asking his friend beside him with a puzzled face.
"Afterimage? What afterimage?" The person next to him hadn't noticed at all.
"It was like his body pulled out a phantom image!" the young man tried to describe.
"Is that so?" The person beside him stared at the ring, observing carefully.
Gradually, he also started to see the trick.
Lin Tian's figure would occasionally exhibit eerie overlaps, but this phenomenon flashed by in an instant; even the most advanced cameras currently available could absolutely not capture it.
An ordinary person's naked eye could at most only feel a hint of something strange.
In fact, this was all just a visual afterimage left behind by Lin Tian's extremely fast dodging speed.
The vast majority of the audience couldn't see this at all.
In their eyes, they only saw Pierre punching like a storm, while Lin Tian dodged with leisurely steps.
After about five minutes, Pierre was panting heavily from exhaustion and suddenly jumped back to create distance.
"Why stop fighting?" Lin Tian stood at his original starting position, not having moved even half a step.
This nonchalant demeanor of his completely enraged the hot-tempered Russian giant.
Veins popped out on Pierre's forehead as he screamed at the top of his lungs:
"Chinese pig! What else can you do besides dodge? That's right, you soft-boned cowards with pigtails on the back of your heads, what else can you do besides run away when you meet us Russian warriors? Hahaha!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the Chinese audience below instantly glared with eyes spitting fire, staring fixedly at Pierre.
For the first time, Lin Tian's eyes flashed with cold killing intent.
In the blink of an eye, he set up his stance on the ring.
His legs slightly crouched, right arm raised vertically with the elbow pointing forward, and his left hand tucked in to protect his chest.
This was the standard offensive and defensive opening stance of the Gu Ang Fist.
"I'd long heard that the Young Leader practiced his family's Gu Ang Fist, and today I've finally seen the real skill!"
A group of Chinese martial arts masters below the ring had bright eyes, looking as if they were watching a duel between grandmasters.
"I heard that every move of the Gu Ang Fist is lethal; it carries too much killing intent!" one person next to him sighed.
"The foreigners are already shitting on our heads, and you're still talking about killing intent! I think the Young Leader should just beat this bear to death to vent his anger; they signed a life-or-death agreement anyway!" another person said indignantly.
Seeing Lin Tian set up his stance, Pierre's eyes instantly became extremely vigilant.
If the young man before him had just been sparring with him, then from the moment he finished spewing insults, the opponent had transformed into a beast ready to devour him.
If he didn't bring out his full potential, he would very likely be torn to shreds by this beast on the spot.
Pierre focused completely, raising his hands, covered in red boxing gloves, to protect his vitals, while his feet kept shuffling, moving flexibly.
Lin Tian didn't care about these flashy moves at all.
As soon as the opening stance was set, he pushed off hard with his back foot, and his entire body shot out like an arrow released from a bowstring.
He leaped high into the air, his right leg carrying the force of ten thousand tons, and with a powerful sweeping kick, he lashed out directly at the opponent's neck.
Pierre hurriedly raised his left arm to block.
The moment they made contact, an indescribable fear instantly welled up in his heart.
The power of this kick was so great that it exceeded human limits!
Crack!
A bone-cracking sound that made one's teeth ache rang out clearly.
Immediately after, Pierre's massive body, weighing over 300 pounds, actually lifted off the ground and flew straight up.
After taking just one kick, Pierre was like a cannonball fired from the chamber, flying from the left side of the ring all the way to the right, smashing heavily into the ropes.
If not for the ropes blocking him, he would have long since flown out of the ring and fallen into the crowd.
What was even more chilling was that when Pierre struggled to stand up, everyone clearly saw that his left arm, thick as a thigh, was unnaturally twisted and had instantly swollen up significantly.
Pierre knew that the bones in his left arm had suffered a comminuted fracture.
But he couldn't care about the excruciating pain from his arm; he stared at the Chinese youth opposite him with a face full of terror.
He regretted it so much that his guts turned green; he regretted spewing those insulting profanities.
He had been blinded by dirty money and had provoked a real living King of Hell.
Pierre tried to lift his broken left arm, but it simply wouldn't respond, hanging limply in front of his chest.
With one arm crippled, he could only rely on his right hand for defense.
But Lin Tian had no intention of giving him a chance to catch his breath.
From the moment the profanities came out of this bear's mouth, he had already become a mortal enemy that had to be crippled.
There was no need to show mercy when dealing with a mortal enemy.
Lin Tian applied force to his feet again, his speed reaching the extreme, turning into a whirlwind as he rushed in front of Pierre.
Pierre could only swing his right hand, throwing a desperate, heavy punch.
Lin Tian tilted his head, his body using the momentum to slide close to the opponent's inner side.
His left hand turned into an iron pincer, locking tightly onto Pierre's punching right forearm.
In Pierre's despairing eyes, Lin Tian clenched his right hand into a fist and smashed it violently into the opponent's elbow joint.
Crack!
Another crisp sound of bone cracking.
Pierre's right arm snapped inward at an eerie angle, with bone fragments nearly piercing through the skin.
"Ahhhhh!"
Both arms crippled, the intense pain made Pierre unable to hold on any longer, and he let out a scream like a slaughtered pig.
Lin Tian's eyes were cold; his right foot hooked the opponent's ankle like lightning, and with a pull of his hands, Pierre's massive body lost balance once again, lifting into the air.
At the same time, Lin Tian bent his left arm, elbow pointing up, and pushed off the ground, leaping into the air; his elbow, like a battering ram, smashed hard into Pierre's solar plexus.
A vicious, mid-air heart-striking elbow!
Bang!
The mountain of flesh weighing over 300 pounds was knocked flying out of the ring, smashing heavily onto the mud ground.
Pierre spewed blood from his mouth wildly.
An old master below the ring who was proficient in Baji Fist saw this scene and shook his head repeatedly with a sigh:
"Even if this bear is rescued, he'll be a cripple. His heart meridian has been completely shattered. From now on, he won't even be able to do heavy labor; the slightest exertion will cause heart failure!"
After finishing the combo, Lin Tian let out a long breath of pent-up anger.
He turned his head to look at the referee, who was scared silly on the side.
The referee immediately came back to his senses, raised his flag, and shouted at the top of his lungs:
"The winner, Bruce Lin!"
As soon as the words fell, a fast-food restaurant worker below the stage, following the rehearsed script, threw a glass bottle filled with brown liquid directly onto the ring.
The glass bottle was covered in frost, and the black liquid inside was bubbling.