"You're damn right, Brother Dan! Go for it! Kill those Black Ghosts and show them what real Great Xia kung fu is!"

"Kill the Black Ghosts! Show the might of our country!"

"..."

The stream chat was bustling with excitement, with people expressing how thrilled they were by Zhang Beixing's speech. They watched the overwhelming support for Zhang Beixing in the stream's comments.

At Shi University's sports hall, Goris sneered with contempt. In its view, all this was just the Great Xia People comforting and deluding themselves. "Think that just talking will have an effect? Naive Great Xia People! We Black people are genetically destined to be a stronger race than you. It's nothing but some outdated martial arts and some tough talk. Do you really think that's enough to defeat me? Hehe, since you all think so highly of him, I'll have to let you watch how he's going to kneel and beg for mercy!" As it thought this, Goris wasn't affected by the barrage of comments and didn't take Zhang Beixing's words seriously.

From the very beginning, it had never considered Zhang Beixing a worthy opponent.

Despite Goris's notorious behavior since arriving in Great Xia – infamous for sleeping with fans and engaging in promiscuous acts – one fact remained unchanged: Goris was the previous WBA champion!

And Tyson was once the champion of the same event!

This alone signified noteworthy strength.

Moreover, since coming to Great Xia, it had challenged many martial arts schools without a single defeat.

Continuous victories had not only amplified its arrogance but also firmly convinced it that all Great Xia kung fu was mere theatrics—completely insignificant!

Goris remained unfazed. Instead, believing Zhang Beixing's actions were purely for show, it mockingly said to the live stream audience:

"Bro, do you Great Xia People always prepare so thoroughly before doing anything?

"Even specifically prepared a coffin, wow, just for that, you're way tougher than those kung fu masters I've fought before.

"Speaking of those kung fu masters, they were just like you when they fought me, talking about how 'kung fu is not to be insulted,' but when it came down to the actual fight, they couldn't last five moves; they barely served as a warm-up. I hope this time you can give me a sense of a challenge.

"Otherwise, even though I love Great Xia, I might have to admit that Great Xia kung fu is crap, right? Hahaha!"

Looking at the coffin, Goris spoke with an exaggerated expression, utterly unconcerned and incredibly arrogant.

Hearing its words, many viewers in the stream chat were so furious they gnashed their teeth, exclaiming that this Black Ghost was unbelievably arrogant!

But they were helpless, as what the Black Ghost said was true. Ultimately, they could only pin their hopes on Zhang Beixing, wishing he could teach this Black Ghost a lesson.

Upon hearing the Black Ghost's words, Zhang Beixing's expression grew even fiercer, a cold brutality emanating from him. He was genuinely enraged.

Then, without further ado, Zhang Beixing walked to the edge of the ring, turned to Goris, and defiantly said, "Who the hell are you calling 'Bro'? Get up here and die!"

"WHOA—"

As these words were spoken, the crowd in the gymnasium erupted.

"Well said! Who's it calling 'Bro'? Get up there and die!"

"All day long, all you do is spew crap! You think that's all you're good for? Get up there and face off with Brother Zhang, and see if he doesn't finish you!"

"FUCK! Nigger! Go, Brother Zhang!"

The crowd cheered. The support banners hanging high in the stands seemed to sense their fervor, beginning to sway.

And Zhang Beixing, amidst the cheers, stripped off his shirt and ascended the platform, one step at a time!

Goris's expression darkened. Snapping back to its senses, it sneered, "Fine." Then, it ripped off its clothes, revealing its muscular physique, and climbed into the ring.

As it climbed in, the stark contrast between the two fighters became immediately apparent.

Goris had an ugly face and pitch-black skin. It stood around 1.8 meters tall and possessed a massive build.

Its bulging abdominal and pectoral muscles, glistening with an oily sheen under the lights, looked incredibly powerful.

In contrast, Zhang Beixing, with his handsome face and fair skin, seemed less like a Martial Artist and more like a celebrity.

His physique was lean. His muscles weren't as bloated or exaggerated as Goris's; instead, they were clearly defined, angular, and streamlined, promising incredible explosive power.

Seeing the two fighters, the stream chat erupted with discussion.

"To be honest, this suddenly feels a bit risky, doesn't it? With Zhang Beixing's physique, can he really beat Goris?"

"What's wrong with Zhang Beixing's physique? It's fantastic—the perfect lean build! One look tells you he's got explosive power. Just watch, he's going to wipe the floor with Goris!"

"Exactly! Quality over quantity. Goris's muscles are clearly just for show, pumped up with protein powder—they only look intimidating!"

"This... I hate to be a buzzkill, but sometimes lean just doesn't cut it against sheer bulk like that. My master is the 25th-generation inheritor of the Guangkanda Tiger Crane Double Form Fist. Even though he's older, he's in excellent physical condition—strong and robust. Yet, three months ago, when this Black Ghost came to challenge our school, my master only lasted twenty or thirty moves before it brutally pinned him down and beat him. Despite our attempts to intervene, it didn't stop until it had broken two of my master's bones. He was only recently discharged from the hospital and is still recovering."

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