228: Chapter 225 One Against Two

As the saying goes, the more arrogant and overbearing one is at the start, the greater the impact of the contrast afterward.

With Hank's move just now, from such a close distance, everyone subconsciously thought that no one could dodge it, nor would they have time to counterattack.

And the consequence of this would be a knockout on the stage, a clean and decisive KO.

Well, in fact, that was indeed the case, but the one who got KO'd wasn't that Asian youth, but Hank, who was as strong as a beast.

"What... what happened just now?"

"Yeah, what exactly happened? Did that young man even make a move?"

"I didn't see it clearly, I just heard the sound of something breaking through the air."

After coming back to their senses, the crowd began to discuss fervently, but they were all stunned because no one had seen clearly how Li Changsheng had made his move.

The overall impression was that Hank had leaped up and was about to KO his opponent, but the next moment, he was hit by an invisible, massive force. He flew backward, hit the elastic ropes of the ring, bounced onto the ground, and then bounced up and fell again, silent.

The change in Hank's body shape was also quite dramatic; he went into a recurve bow shape, then received a heavy blow and became a recurve bow again, but the direction of the bend had changed, and he was sent flying.

"Mr. Durant, I'll gladly accept this fifty thousand dollars."

Zhou Guoli smiled and waved the check before stuffing it directly into his pants pocket.

Durant opened his mouth, still looking a bit dazed.

"Zhou, who exactly is this young man? Did he really make a move just now?" Durant was now full of doubts.

"Of course he did, but his speed was too fast. Your attention wasn't on him at the time, so you didn't see it. As for who he is, he's my brother."

Zhou Guoli grinned, a smile as cheeky as could be.

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Looking at the fallen Hank, Li Changsheng was also somewhat speechless. He really didn't want it to end like this, but the opponent didn't play by the rules; it was just a spar, yet he used such a killing move.

Left with no choice, he could only counterattack.

"My punching speed is indeed much faster than before."

Li Changsheng shook his head. Hank would probably need some time to recover; it wasn't enough to send him to the hospital, but he'd definitely need to rest for a while.

He hadn't used much strength, but a punch thrown at such a high speed was enough to give the man a run for his money.

"Doctor! Doctor!"

The referee shouted, not even bothering to judge who won or lost, as it was already clear at a glance.

A club doctor quickly rushed up and very efficiently carried Hank away.

Li Changsheng looked at Zhou Guoli and signaled with his eyes, as if saying, 'It's really not my fault, what now? Should we get another one up here?'

Zhou Guoli understood instantly and then looked at Durant playfully.

"Mr. Durant, you saw the situation. The responsibility for this doesn't lie with us. Of course, if you want, I'll cover Brother Hank's medical expenses."

"No need!"

Durant shook his head. His face didn't look particularly upset; instead, he looked at Li Changsheng on the stage with great interest.

"Zhou, shall we make another bet?"

"Oh?"

Hearing this, an expression of surprise immediately appeared on Zhou Guoli's face. He thought to himself, 'Has this sucker not seen the reality yet?'

"How do you want to bet?"

"It's simple. We continue one-on-one. I'll send another fighter onto the stage to fight this Mr. Li. One million. If you win, I'll give you one million. If I win, I only want one hundred thousand dollars. How about it?"

Durant's words stunned Zhou Guoli.

"No, Mr. Durant, that's too much of a loss for you." Zhou Guoli shook his head.

Hearing this, Durant was about to explain, but then Zhou Guoli continued, "How about this: two against one. My Brother Li will fight two of your fighters at once. The stake is five million dollars, and let's not have any differential treatment. Whoever wins takes the five million. How about it?"

"Haha, Zhou, are you serious?"

"Of course!"

"I really don't know where your confidence comes from, but where are you going to get five million dollars?"

Durant's words immediately made Zhou Guoli fall silent.

When it came to money, Zhou Guoli really didn't have that much liquid capital on hand. The previous fifty thousand dollars was from his own private stash.

"Haha, forget it, I'm just teasing you. If I win, I don't need your five million dollars. I just want to get to know this Mr. Li, how about that?"

Durant laughed out loud.

"Fine, but Mr. Durant, you'd better prepare that five million dollars first."

Zhou Guoli nodded; he had absolute trust in Li Changsheng.

That Hank was actually quite strong. At the very least, if Zhou Guoli himself wanted to take him down, it would be impossible without paying some price.

Although the level of Visible Power allowed Zhou Guoli to unleash more terrifying power through force-exertion techniques, it still depended on one's own overall strength.

And this Hank's natural physical condition was too superior. Combined with the fact that Muay Thai and some other fighting styles also possess good force-exertion techniques, even though he didn't have Visible Power, he was not at all weaker than some Visible Power experts.

However, Zhou Guoli had already witnessed Li Changsheng's power, and his technique was impeccable. He couldn't imagine how Li Changsheng could lose.

"Buck, Eris, you two get up there!"

Durant shouted loudly, and soon two strong men, one black and one white, walked up.

Buck was a 1.8-meter tall Black man, while Eris was a 1.9-meter tall White man. Both were men with bulging muscles.

Buck looked more agile, his body muscles very well-proportioned without losing explosive power. Eris, on the other hand, was like a larger version of Hank.

He was comparable to Shaquille O'Neal in the world of Boxing.

Seeing the two people on stage, Zhou Guoli was stunned.

He looked at Durant suspiciously and frowned. "Durant, if I remember correctly, these two aren't members of your club, are they? Who are they?"

Zhou Guoli was considered an old customer here, yet he had no impression of these two at all.

"These two are special consultants for the club; they just joined last month. Zhou, it's normal that you haven't seen them. Buck's nickname is Black Mamba, though not that ballplayer."

"As for Eris, his nickname is Oribatid Mite."

As Durant spoke these two nicknames, Zhou Guoli's face immediately darkened.

"Mr. Durant, isn't this a bit too much?" Zhou Guoli's expression was grim. "Black Mamba, if I remember correctly, has been ranked in the top ten of world fighting competitions for years, right?"

"And is Oribatid Mite that Russian strongman who turned into a boxer? It's truly a nickname that fits; the Oribatid Mite is the strongest animal in the world."

Durant nodded with satisfaction. "Zhou, you know your stuff. That's right, it's these two. Black Mamba is the most poisonous fighter; speed is his reliance, and his fists are his fangs."

"As for Oribatid Mite, his strength has long broken multiple world records. He once did strike-resistance training where, excluding sensitive areas, fighters in the under-70kg class punched him continuously for five minutes, and the pain he felt was only five percent."

"While one of his punches can make an opponent feel three hundred percent pain."