"Fuck, is this Black Ghost really that strong?"

"Although I hate to admit it, that's the truth. I'm a practitioner of Gakanda's Iron Wire Fist. While my strength doesn't compare to Grandmaster Zhang's, I'm fairly accomplished in my own region. However, half a year ago when I fought this Black Ghost, I felt nothing but weakness. I didn't even have the strength to resist; he simply overpowered me with brute force. Moreover, this Black Ghost has no sense of martial ethics. Even after I was forced to concede, he recklessly continued to fight and broke both my arms before stopping."

"Me too. I'm from Gakanda's White Eyebrow Fist, my master..."

"..."

In the live stream, after the disciple of the Tiger-Crane Dual Form Fist spoke up, many who had been 'exposed' by Gores began to come forward and recount their experiences.

After learning how ferocious this Black Ghost was and his lack of martial ethics, the netizens were enraged!

It's okay to be defeated, to be less skilled; that's no great shame. But the problem is, even after the outcome was decided and his opponent had surrendered, he was relentless, insisting on severely injuring them before stopping. This wasn't just about losing face anymore. This was taking the dignity of the Great Xia People and Great Xia Martial Arts, throwing it on the ground, and viciously trampling all over it!

"Today he dares to treat our Great Xia Martial Artists like this, tomorrow he'll dare to shit and piss on all Great Xia People! Brothers, it's time to push back!"

"Fucking Black Ghost, you see this? Fuck your mother!"

"Zhang Beixing, teach this piece of trash a good lesson! Make him pay for what he's done!"

"What are you all screaming about? My black brother just injured a few people; he didn't kill them. Why are you overreacting?"

"Exactly! Injuries are common in a fight, right? Can't handle losing, can you? Pathetic Chinese men, the lot of you! And as for Martial Arts, come on, it's the twenty-first century! Does anyone still believe that stuff is real? It's all just for show. How could it possibly beat our well-trained black brothers!"

"Don't listen to them, black brother. They're just jealous of your strength. After all, that's how men from Great Xia are!"

"You motherfucker! Have you licked Black Ghosts so much you've lost your mind? Can't you even tell right from wrong? I'll fuck your mother! Are you even Great Xia People anymore?!"

"I suggest we send this bunch of Black-Ghost-loving dogs straight to the Black Continent! Can we please stop letting them stay in the country and disgust everyone?"

"The internet really is something else. These brain-dead morons, hundreds or thousands of miles away, are seriously making my blood pressure spike!"

"..."

While netizens were stirring up a flame war over Gores's past actions,

「In the Shi University gymnasium.」

Both men stood on the arena platform. However, the battle had not officially commenced. The damn Black Ghost, cunning as he was, began to spout trash talk, hoping to enrage Zhang Beixing and throw off his rhythm.

But Zhang Beixing remained cool-headed. Though he was angry—seeing any Black Ghost on any normal day would irk him—he did not allow his rage to cloud his judgment.

He intended to, in his most lucid state, punch after punch, beat Gores to death!

Zhang Beixing clenched his fists and looked towards Gores, saying, "Are these your last words? Quite a chatterbox for a cotton picker, aren't you?"

"FUCK! You can't say that word!"

The moment Zhang Beixing uttered 'cotton picker', the smile vanished from Gores's face, and he spoke in a fit of humiliated rage. Gores had been infuriated by Zhang Beixing's remarks during their previous online exchange; however, with the distance imposed by their devices, there was nothing he could do, no matter how angry he became.

But to think that Zhang Beixing would dare to speak like this in person!

The old wound torn open, he furiously started towards Zhang Beixing to teach him a lesson.

Seeing this, the nearby referee, sensing trouble, quickly stepped forward, blocked Gores, and reprimanded him sternly, "What do you think you're doing? What do you think you're doing? Get back! I haven't said start! No one is allowed to begin fighting without my signal! If you move again, I'll declare you the loser immediately!"

"Bastard!" Upon hearing the referee's words, Gores gritted his teeth.

On any other day, if a referee dared to stop him, he would have decked him with a single punch, teaching the clueless official a lesson.

But not now!

Because his main target was Zhang Beixing!

Looking at Zhang Beixing, who stood behind the referee with a disdainful smirk, Gores gnashed his teeth, forcibly swallowing his rage.

Gores snarled, delivering a vicious threat, "You just wait!"

He decided then and there: on today's stage, he would use his most ruthless methods to cripple Zhang Beixing, this Great Xia person, and leave him confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life!

With this thought, he made a throat-slitting gesture towards Zhang Beixing.

In response, Zhang Beixing remained unmoved, but the glare in his eyes as he looked at Gores grew even fiercer.

Nearby, seeing both men were ready, the referee stepped forward. He explained the mixed martial arts rules: apart from underhanded tricks, there were no restrictions!

After finishing his explanation, he raised his hand, swung it down sharply, and blew the whistle.

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