Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

Bo Bing didn't care what others thought of him.

The damaged equipment... he left the mess to Xiao Peilin.

He didn't feel any remorse for it.

What is given away by God is originally yours. Giving it away and receiving a small return is what you deserve.

The cardboard-partitioned cubicles were very narrow. After weighing herself, Bo Bing was putting on protective gear.

The protective gear was well-made; after inspecting it, Bo Bing found no obvious quality defects.

The protective gear is similar to that used in Taekwondo competitions, and it's sufficient for ordinary people's combat.

Groin protector, mouthguard, helmet, vest, boxing gloves.

Thin ice is not unfamiliar.

The striking restrictions have been made much stricter in real combat. Basically, it still continues the same weight class fighting. After the fighter finishes fighting, he continues to fight with the mentor. It is considered an exhibition match. During the match, two referees will watch the match at all times and provide timely assistance.

Regardless of your fighting style, as long as you knock down your opponent within the rules, you lose the match if they are knocked down for 20 seconds.

If you concede, the other person wins.

Alternatively, losing the ability to act also counts as a loss.

Bo Bing stared at the words "incapacitated" and fell into deep thought.

Although the production team wanted to create a fighting effect, they are also semi-professionals. This is not a competition between professional fighters, but just a competition to generate buzz for the show. It will not actually cause any deaths.

Why would I say something so unnecessary? I have a bad feeling about this.

"Please welcome the blue team's representative—Jasmine!"

Upon hearing the announcement, Bo Bing took a deep breath and went outside.

Octagonal cage.

He knew something when he went on stage.

—Both referees were “professional coaches” brought by Bai Zixiu, and they looked at him with hostility.

"Please welcome the red team's player—Apollo, the Sun God!"

Amidst the cheers of the audience, Zhang Feng, wearing red boxing gloves, entered the arena.

Their eyes met suddenly.

Zhang Feng looked away awkwardly.

How awkward, these two... Zhang Feng... I don't like him because of the love letter incident.

[They carved out a villa with their toes!]

Isn't this bullying? Didn't Zhang Feng claim to be a professional?

What kind of nonsense is this? Don't use my husband as a shield, get lost!

Oh my god, the production team really knows how to stir things up!

A short video of the two was also shown on the big screen.

Zhang Feng's video was a short PV showing him practicing boxing. On the large screen behind him, a golden-red sun god descended from the sky, attracting cheers from most of the fans.

But on Bo Bing's screen, there was only black.

"Boxing? What's your skill level?"

"Amateur level highest, basically no ordinary person can beat me."

The dialogue consists of only two short sentences and has been produced with completely lost audio quality.

It was from a previous interview of his. He wasn't shown at all in the preview, but the director released it here, which instantly sparked public outrage.

[A trainee with physical problems dares to go on stage? I've never seen you practice!]

【Why hasn't the contract been terminated yet, @StarlightMedia? Is your legal department dead? Are you letting Legal Experts start piggybacking on this?】

Keep it up, bro! Ignore these haters!

[Speechless. If you don't like it, then get lost. Zhang Feng, don't wait until this guy kills you.]

[So cute, jasmine flowers, haha!]

Ah, so that's where he was waiting for him.

Bo Bing raised an eyebrow.

Bai Kaixin naturally sensed the undercurrents in the room, and the shrewd guy immediately went up and started the usual trash talk session.

"Sun God, what's your take on this match?"

Bai Kaixin first handed the microphone to Zhang Feng.

"I won't hold back in this match."

Zhang Feng took the microphone, his expression complicated, and said, "I'm just giving you a piece of advice: it's not too late for you to admit defeat now."

He knew that Bo Bing wouldn't win in the end...

"Weeds, go back to your valleys!"

My husband is so handsome! No wonder he's called the Sun God!

【Ahhhh, a serious man, I'm dead】

"Alright, our jasmine... what do you want to say?" Bai Kaixin's lips twitched slightly as she spoke "jasmine" through the microphone near her mouth.

Bo Bing took the microphone from Bai Kaixin and flicked it with a cold face.

Go ahead and pretend, if you like pretending!

Speechless!

Bo Bing coldly lifted his eyelids, his tone ruthless.

"—In my lowest point, I hunt the sun."

Outside, Yin Su subtly curled the corner of his mouth, silently thinking, "That's kind of cute."

[This guy is kind of handsome!]

[I'm starting to waver, ladies! Does anyone understand my psychologist preferences?]

The audience below immediately screamed, and the people outside clearly looked unhappy.

Zhang Feng said he wouldn't release water, and he meant it. As soon as the whistle blew, he went into battle mode, probing the location of the thin ice.

He was still very wary of the power with which Bo Bing could kick a sandbag to pieces.

A cold, mechanical voice is now online.

Japanese boxing techniques are characterized by short-range, explosive power and agile movements.

Zhang Feng is indeed quite skilled; at least his footwork is beautiful enough that his probing punches barely grazed the thin ice.

It's a pity it's all show and no substance.

Bo Bing lowered her center of gravity and tentatively attempted a low sweeping kick. This type of fighting, using ground skills, is the easiest way to make the opponent lose a second, but Bo Bing didn't want to make the fight so difficult.

A sharp sound of breaking through the air was heard.

High-position whip kick.

"Cough... Damn it."

Zhang Feng almost instinctively covered the sides of his head with his hands, but even so, he was still kicked back two steps by the force of Bo Bing's calf.

"The defense was timely, but unfortunately it was too weak."

Bo Bing's voice was amplified throughout the venue via the sound recording equipment in the octagonal cage.

[That was a great kick, buddy!]

Zhang Feng defended well, but he wasn't in good form.

[Zhang Feng went easy on him, okay? Otherwise, how could he possibly win?]

The comments section was in an uproar, while Zhang Feng on stage was already drenched in sweat.

The opponent had no defense at all and their footwork was extremely agile.

He couldn't get close at all; his punches were all nimbly turned and deflected by the opponent. He was also hit by Bo Bing's elbow after turning around, and his face stung. He could only keep throwing hook punches to advance.

"boom--"

Zhang Feng's fist slammed into Bo Bing's shoulder, but before he could even feel a surge of joy, he saw Bo Bing immediately withdraw his right foot.

He immediately turned around and followed up with a side kick.

But Bo Bing's footwork changed instantly, his fist turned into a palm, and his agile boxing steps transformed into a standard Capoeira starting stance, catching his opponent's shinbone with his arm.

They separated in a single strike and arrived at the center of the arena.

Zhang Feng instantly reacted to Bo Bing's change in moves. He also pulled back, tucked in his stomach, protected his head with one hand, and delivered a vicious uppercut to Bo Bing's jaw with the other.

—Don't blame me for being impolite.

A hit to the jaw will almost always knock out the opponent – ​​even professional boxers, without protection, will mostly fall into a coma immediately.

With such a powerful punch, Zhang Feng had no intention of holding back.

Thin Ice's starting stance changed instantly.

[Powerful] Start-up.

The few fans on the thin ice outside the octagon were sweating for him, all staring intently at the cage.

The chin isn't protected enough at all!

Just as the fist was about to reach him, Bo Bing made an extremely tricky move.

He nimbly turned around in an instant, took a step back, and slightly bent his knees.

The highly suggestive movement made Zhang Feng instantly believe that his opponent was about to enter the ground. When his first attack failed, he launched a merciless high sweeping kick at Bo Bing's unprotected head.

Just as Zhang Feng lifted his right leg in a whip kick, the young man braced himself with his left hand and executed a Thomas full twist, directly dislodging Zhang Feng's supporting leg with his right foot. Bo Bing deliberately hooked his foot, causing the other man to fall towards himself on the ground. However, the two were still at a slight angle to each other.

Feeling a bit bored, the young man still had time to daydream.

Zhang Feng felt a sharp pain in his left ankle, and then he floated lightly to the side and fell forward.

wrong.

Why would this guy turn his unprotected head towards the direction from which he would fall?

Zhang Feng wanted to use the force of gravity to pull back and deliver an elbow strike to the face of the young man who was lying on his back with his legs tucked in, but Bo Bing was already ready to end the fight.

He saw Bo Bing's helpless smile.

We've fallen for their trap...

[Leg bone density] activated.

【Capoeira】launched.

[Physical Activity Level] Activated.

As the mechanical sound rang out, Bo Bing's legs turned to the side furthest from Zhang Feng's body.

The screech of a vicious whip kick cutting through the air rang out, the leg arriving before the elbow.

Before Zhang Feng could react, his body was uncontrollably sent flying diagonally to the left.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

Bo Bing's hands instantly braced against the ground, her body hanging upside down. Her supple waist gathered strength, and her legs, like vines being violently swung up, mercilessly tore through the air, creating a beautiful "inverted hook" move.

Zhang Feng's shin slammed into the person who was still falling in mid-air, and the protective gear on his right ribs made a loud, teeth-grinding cracking sound.

The young man resembled a soccer striker performing an overhead kick.

"Bang—Bang—"

Zhang Feng, who was in the middle of the arena, was like a football. He was kicked directly to the side of the octagon by Bo Bing, crashing hard into the wire cage and then falling to the ground with a thud.

Zhang Feng's mind went blank for a moment, and he didn't realize what Bo Bing had done until the referee finished counting down.

He touched it and found that the plastic layer of the brace under his ribs was broken.

Even Yin Su's eyes widened slightly.

Hidden.

Hmm... what should I do? I'm starting to really not want to face my godfather anymore. Could we maybe pull a little sleight of hand?

The referee raised the thin ice and declared the blue team the winner.

"Jasmine Bro, do you have any victory remarks?"

Bo Bing curled her lips and pointed to Zhang Feng, who was still recovering on the ground behind her.

"I scored! One point!"

An extremely arrogant youth.

Zhang Feng's face turned pale, and he wished he had just fainted.