229: Chapter 226 Assailant, Victim?

"Mr. Durant, I'm curious, how did you manage to recruit two top-tier fighting talents like this?" Zhou Guoli looked puzzled.

"Heh, that's not something you need to know, Mr. Zhou." Durant crossed his arms and smiled faintly. "Just watch the match. If this Mr. Li can win against these two, then it means you're eligible to touch that circle."

"Sorry, I've said too much. But the fact that this Mr. Li can make me say this much already proves his value—provided he survives first."

Durant was smiling, but he didn't notice that as Zhou Guoli turned his head, his eyes flickered slightly.

Looking at the ring, Zhou Guoli could not hide the worry in his eyes.

This Durant was a link he cared about very much, but could Li Changsheng really win against these two?

In this regard, no matter how much confidence he had in Li Changsheng, he couldn't help but have doubts now.

The greatest boxer in the world currently is undoubtedly Tyson, but that's only on the surface.

Between these two, Black Mamba was fine, but that Oribatid Mite was truly somewhat non-human.

His muscle mass was exaggerated to a shocking degree, with muscles seemingly intertwined and layered upon each other like a suit of white armor draped over his body.

With just a little effort, veins would crawl across his entire body like twisted tree roots.

Combined with a 1.9-meter frame and this physique, it was truly oppressive.

As the two stepped onto the ring, the surrounding audience couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Gloves!"

At this moment, the referee pointed at the two men because they had walked up bare-handed.

Hearing this, the two didn't go down to put on gloves but instead looked at Durant below the stage, seemingly seeking his opinion.

Seeing this, Durant looked at Zhou Guoli with a smile.

"Zhou, do you want to raise the stakes? Bare-knuckle fighting? How about adding another two million dollars on top of the original amount?"

"No, no, no! They must wear gloves!" How could Zhou Guoli agree?

Looking at the physical fitness of these two guys, he felt that even with gloves, Li Changsheng would have a hard time, let alone without them—that would definitely be a tragedy.

Hearing this, Durant shook his head regretfully. "A pity..."

Midway through his sentence, he paused and then smiled. "It seems your Mr. Li prefers to raise the stakes himself."

On the ring, Li Changsheng had taken off his gloves on his own.

Zhou Guoli opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but seeing Li Changsheng's calm expression, he held back.

But the worry on his face deepened.

He feared things were spinning out of control now.

The white referee made a downward motion with his hand. "Start!"

As soon as the referee's voice fell, Buck and Eris rushed forward from the left and right simultaneously.

The speed of the two was not slow, especially Buck, nicknamed Black Mamba; his body coordination was top-tier, and with his extremely agile speed, he moved like a jumping monkey.

Furthermore, with one on the left and one on the right, they almost completely blocked Li Changsheng's space to dodge; one was responsible for harassment, the other for a heavy assault.

These two had clearly cooperated before, as their coordination felt completely seamless.

Buck pressed forward, his fists attacking Li Changsheng's head and throat, while Eris aimed directly at the large area of the chest, abdomen, waist, and ribs.

What Buck used was more like Brazilian Martial Arts, with signature moves targeting the head like the Guillotine and Triangle Choke.

As for Eris, it was very pure Russian-style Boxing, characterized by devastating heavy punches and simple, unadorned power—very little technique, just simple but violent and direct.

This is why most Russian boxers are called heavy hitters; they never play around with anything flashy.

However, the crowd below was screaming incessantly because Li Changsheng on the ring didn't move an inch, nor did he even put up a guard.

Bang! Bang!

Buck's fist landed right on the side of Li Changsheng's cheek, while Eris delivered a heavy blast to his abdomen.

The terrifying sound waves let everyone clearly feel the weight of these two punches; the dull thud alone was enough to make everyone's hearts tremble with fear.

Immediately after, the crisp sound of bones breaking reached everyone's ears.

No one expected that Li Changsheng, who had counterattacked so sharply before, would simply let himself be beaten by two top boxers in this match, neither dodging nor defending.

It was a stance of 'you have your diamond legs, I have my Iron Head Skill.'

This situation made people wonder if he had been scared silly or stunned to the point of having no reaction at all.

When the fists hit Li Changsheng, Zhou Guoli had already closed his eyes in pain; just by hearing the sound, he knew how heavy the force of those two punches was.

The latter goes without saying—it was estimated that a single punch could kill an 800-kilogram water buffalo. The former clearly understood power generation techniques; when punching, his entire body's weight seemed to press into it, very similar to the Integrated Force of Traditional Martial Arts. Such a punch would be more than enough to KO a normal person.

Especially hearing the sound of breaking bones, he couldn't bear to look at Li Changsheng's ensuing misery.

But he looked over again and was suddenly stunned.

The surroundings were very quiet as everyone stared silently at the ring.

Because it wasn't Li Changsheng whose bones were broken, but rather the two top fighters, Buck and Eris.

Buck's knuckles drooped like limp chicken feet, his fingers unable to maintain a fist. Eris was even worse; his wrist joint seemed to have cracked, hanging at a ninety-degree angle, his fingers likewise resembling boneless chicken feet.

In normal combat, one usually needs to tuck the head slightly to protect the throat and hold hands near the head to protect the chest and abdomen.

But Li Changsheng protected neither his throat nor his chest, abdomen, or head, simply allowing the two to strike him violently.

But the result was completely unexpected.

When Buck and Eris hit Li Changsheng, it was like hitting a highly elastic non-Newtonian fluid. Furthermore, since they chose not to wear gloves and their power was extremely fierce—aiming entirely to kill—

The consequence was that the shock directly shattered their own bones and tore their tendons.

Li Changsheng's cultivation of the Taiji Stance had already reached the realm of Transformative Stance; any point on his body possessed multi-directional spiral force. It also combined the effects of tendon transformation, bone strengthening, and Qi distribution.

Any surface could neutralize force, and while expanding with Qi, it could bounce back part of the power like a spring.

At the same time, he had previously used the second level of the Twelve Forms of Tendon Transformation and Marrow Cleansing, the realm of Martial Fire Qi Circulation.

When these two arts are cultivated to this level, although they are not pure Hard Qigong, they have the effect of Hard Qigong.

Especially the Twelve Forms of Tendon Transformation and Marrow Cleansing, which Cultivates a breath internally. Unlike Shaolin's striking arts, which require frequent stimulation of the body's defenses through hitting and striking,

It emphasizes achieving or even exceeding the effects of 'striking' without actually needing it. By concentrating 'Qi' on a single point, one can generate powerful explosive force.

This is just like the common street performances of breaking stones on the chest or pushing a spear tip with the throat; by tensing the muscles in that part and concentrating a breath of Qi at that point, one can achieve such effects.

If checked carefully, one would find that those spear tips are often not particularly sharp.

They often demonstrate the sharpness beforehand by piercing wooden boards or paper; for such objects, as long as the force is concentrated, a piercing effect can be achieved.

It is not actually due to the sharpness of the spear tip.

This is also the key to street performances, because this kind of Hard Qigong is very afraid of sharp, rapid, and sudden objects.

Firstly, a point-based attack overcomes a surface, and secondly, if the thrust is too sudden, there isn't enough time to circulate Qi.

Usually, during performances, the two people have cooperated many times; they never dare to let an audience member poke them. If they really did, it wouldn't be a performance, but a murder case.

Similarly, between these two, Black Mamba's speed was fast, but in Li Changsheng's eyes, it was still slow. Through muscle changes, he clearly circulated Qi to one side of his face.

As for the Oribatid Mite, whose speed was only slightly faster than a normal person's, there's even less to say.

If one looked closely, they would find that at the moment the two attacked, although Li Changsheng didn't move much, his posture was already in a force-neutralizing stance facing the two.

Combined with the two arts that provided Hard Qigong, Li Changsheng was virtually unafraid of most blunt force strikes. As long as they couldn't break his defense in one breath, the attacker would suffer nearly half of the counter-damage.

Unless it was a master of Hidden Force who could trigger Hidden Force, it would be as hard as climbing to heaven for fists and feet to hurt him.

"I think they need medical attention."

Li Changsheng looked at the two fracture patients and said indifferently. However, these two were also tough; they just clutched their broken hands with distorted faces, and the Oribatid Mite, Eris, only had his lips twitching and moving.

The two looked at Li Changsheng with expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

With their experience, they completely couldn't understand why the person being hit was perfectly fine, while the assailants became the victims.

As the boss of this place, Durant's eyes were wide open, and his mouth was open wide enough to fit an egg.