When first meeting the BOSS, he was shocked by his crisp and noble aura, the refined demeanor, but when the doorman reported that he came to challenge the gym, alone and unaided, he scoffed and asked which school he was from, which sect he belonged to. He simply replied, Mixed Hand.
He assumed he was just some spoiled rich kid dabbling in martial arts, looking to make his presence felt, so he didn’t even bring his gloves and stepped onto the arena while his opponent simply removed his watch.
That arena match was unforgettable to him.
The ’Wall Street Dominator’ and ’Strongest Inheritor of Ancient Martial Sect’ was knocked to the ground in merely 46 seconds, with a fractured skull and blood everywhere, it was unbearable to watch.
On the arena, the lights spun round and round, he felt his limbs go numb, completely devoid of energy, let alone get up. In his muddled state, he heard the man’s deep, magnetic voice, "Foolish."
He thought the man was an ordinary Mixed Hand practitioner, who would’ve expected he had reached the highest echelon in the Mixed Martial Arts World, the Golden Dragon!
Domestically, even the most renowned master in the Mixed Martial Arts World, Senior Liu, had only reached the Eighth Rank, yet he had already reached the pinnacle at such a young age!
Either it’s natural talent, or an extraordinary will.
His inadequate martial arts skills indeed weren’t a match before him.
That night’s arena match severely shattered his confidence, he started questioning life, and what baffled him most was why he instigated the provocation, beat him up soundly, yet also insulted him, calling him foolish, was it simply because he was displeased with his face?
When he tried to trace him back, he received an email from Hacker K.
The email exposed the manipulation within the U.S. capital industry over UFC, over the years, how many extraordinarily talented fighters had succumbed to the temptations of capital, becoming brutal beasts in underground arena matches, using any means necessary to win, eventually ending up either gravely injured and heavily indebted or discarded after their value was squeezed dry.
He finally awoke from being dazzled by fame and fortune, still remembering the BOSS’s teachings: Inheritors of Ancient Martial should shoulder the responsibility of promoting the spirit and culture of national martial arts, not become pawns in the games of the capital industry.
To this day, he is committed to practicing this principle.
Therefore, the BOSS is not just his immediate superior, but an invaluable mentor and supreme idol.
Yet to his astonishment, he inadvertently found himself on the arena with the BOSS again, fighting for someone else’s little sister-in-law!
Doomed! He is completely doomed! Beyond just getting a severe beating, his job and life are at stake.
Thinking of this, You Shi decided to ’kneel’ and beg for mercy first, "BOSS..."
He recalled being beaten so bad in the Wall Street Martial Arts gym that he couldn’t get out of bed for a week, his legs and lips both trembling, yet from the Observation Deck, it wasn’t clear, just presumed to be the wind rustling his pants.
"I was wrong! I truly didn’t know this Life and Death Arena was about the feud between the Lu and the Ye families, and even more clueless that Junior Brother Lu set it up to snatch the little sister-in-law, and even more so ignorant that it was you on the arena! If I had known, I wouldn’t dare to confront you even if my legs were broken! Really! Ask Xiao Sui, even Xiao Sui..."
You Shi turned to look towards Xiao Sui below the arena, only to find that this bastard was gleefully recording the video!
Bo Tingshen finished tying a white cloth, slightly raised his long eyes, "Just right to see if you’ve improved in the past two years."
You Shi’s body already began to hurt, "..."
No, he had been hanging out with Xiao Sui, this couch potato, who indulged in unhealthy food like fried chicken and Coke daily, completely unprepared for being hammered.
The referee below the arena raised the flag high, "Upon signing this, life and death has its fate, the organizers are not responsible! The arena match officially begins..."
"Hold on!"
You Shi suddenly raised his hand, looking towards the senior and junior members of the sect on the Observation Deck, silently walked towards Bo Tingshen, and whispered, "BOSS, considering my loyalty to you over the years, can you... not end it so fast later, let me hold on for a few more minutes, today the members of the sect are all watching, I truly can’t lose face, can’t let people down."
"Come here."
"?"
Curiously, You Shi approached him, only to hear the man’s whisper.

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