Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

After defeating Zhang Feng, Bo Bing continued his unstoppable momentum.

The ring was mostly filled with lightweight fighters. When Wen Yuan and Bai Shanyan clashed, he showed no mercy and immediately executed a flying armbar. Before Bai Shanyan could react, he was twisted to the ground. The match ended as soon as 20 seconds were up.

Wen Yuan simply nodded indifferently and stepped down from the stage, leaving Bai Shanyan no chance to speak or save face.

Previously, Bai Shanyan had only encountered opponents who were also novice like him. Some of them went easy on him because of his power, while others were not as good as Bai Shanyan. That's why Bai Shanyan was able to survive two rounds.

He knew he couldn't beat Wen Yuan, but he didn't expect Wen Yuan to show him no respect at all.

hateful.

Bai Shanyan's eyes reddened, and she could barely hold back the mask on her face.

[Little Swallow, don't be sad, it's all Wen Yuan's fault...]

[Get lost, you white lotus brother of yours! Your water level in the previous rounds was enough to drown people.]

[Idiot, he got armbared the moment he stepped on stage, he couldn't even move properly]

[Our Yanzi brother is all about participation! Wen Yuan's fighting was so ugly!]

[If you can't fight, why are you going to perform rhythmic gymnastics? And you expect Wen Yuan to go easy on you here?]

"Am I handsome?"

Wen Yuan stepped down from the stage and sat directly next to Bo Bing, waiting for the entries to scroll.

"So handsome, I'm dizzy with swoon!"

Bo Bing nodded in agreement and tossed him the hot towel.

Zhang Feng, who was waiting to refresh his opponent's ranking, saw the interaction between the two and felt very uncomfortable.

In combat, strength reigns supreme.

People naturally admire the strong. Even if someone pities the weak, it's essentially a form of self-comfort.

— Showing pity to the weak proves that you are strong.

Even though the comments on the screen were unfavorable to Bo Bing, a large number of viewers chose to remain silent in the face of his overwhelming strength.

The announcer began, revealing that Jasmine's opponent was Cain.

It was Liu Meng facing off against Bo Bing.

Liu Meng was still spouting his trash talk, but when it came to Bo Bing, he only said coldly, "I want to finish this quickly."

This time, however, no one said he was overestimating himself.

Everyone talks about his arrogance, but no one says he's weak—this can be seen as a kind of tolerance towards the strong.

Bo Bing was wearing combat shorts, and you could clearly see his full, firm thigh muscles and strong, powerful calf muscles under his upper body protective gear.

[Hiss, hiss, this guy's physique is a bit too much to handle!]

[I wonder whose fan was saying our guy can't fight? Who would dare say he hasn't worked out with that physique?]

Hey bro, you smell amazing...

Guess where I put my phone?

【No, buddy upstairs, are you serious?】

Oh my god, Sister Da...

The barrage of comments gradually became outrageous.

Some male viewers also flocked to the live broadcast room. The program team advertised it as "China's No. 1 UFC entertainment event," so it was easy to attract a portion of the audience to the live broadcast.

The young man was unaware that his fight with Zhang Feng had been edited into video clips by busybodies.

Many fighting game fans came for Bo Bing's inverted hook tomahawk kick.

They don't believe anyone can actually kick someone away with one kick.

Of course, they had no choice but to believe it, because even more incredible things were yet to come.

Bo Bing, with just a simple probe, knew that Liu Meng's intentions were not good. This wasn't because he was particularly skilled, but rather...

[The host guessed correctly; he is wearing a calf brace.]

"Isn't this against the rules?"

As you might expect, anything not prohibited by law is permissible; the program's statement was indeed quite vague.

—Lost the ability to move.

"As expected, they came for me," Bo Bing sneered. "Then don't blame me for being impolite."

He was wearing a basic thin plastic brace, but the side that touched his skin had a shock-absorbing leather pad. Your leg bones are much stronger than his.

The mechanical sound of the Alpha did reassure Bo Bingxin for a moment.

The basic protective plate was probably installed because Liu Meng was afraid of taking responsibility; that's probably how they fought before.

It's really just a layer of skin. It might be useful to ordinary people, but any fighter who has been trained to strike the calves won't take it seriously.

Liu Meng's eyes were sharp; he lashed out with his right leg at Bo Bing's calf, the sound of his loose trousers whistling through the air.

With a full-force attack and protective gear, Thin Ice will surely be crippled.

Bo Bing simply stood still.

[Leg Bone Strengthening] Activated.

Wen Yuan, who was outside, stood up anxiously.

Why are you standing still?

Have they given up the game?

The audience was also confused as to why Bo Bing was standing still.

Just when everyone thought Bo Bing was about to be kicked in the shin, the young man delivered a low whip kick, and the two shins collided head-on.

Zhang Feng's eyes widened suddenly.

He knew about Liu Meng's dirty tricks, but at the same time, he suddenly thought of something.

—The protective layer under his right rib was ripped apart by Bo Bing's whip kick.

"boom--"

"Click——"

It wasn't a loud sound, but it sounded like something was breaking.

Liu Meng's gaze froze for a moment, the intense pain in his calf shooting straight to his brain nerves, causing him to convulse.

"Ouch—it hurts so much—"

He collapsed to the ground, drenched in sweat, his face deathly pale.

The referee didn't bother to deliver the verdict; instead, he called in a doctor to pull the person away.

What's wrong with this guy? Wasn't that a foul?

[You broke my brother's leg? He should die!]

[Your brother's cooking is his own fault, what does it have to do with Xiao Ge? Zhang Feng is perfectly fine, isn't he?]

He's using his position to settle personal scores!

【You still remember that your son stole someone else's love letters? I thought you'd forgotten?】

[Get out! Fans of Legal Criticism! Get out! You're bad luck!]

Bo Bing watched coldly.

Watching the guilty referee declare his violation invalid, and watching the stretcher being carried out by the prepared doctor.

What a show!

"Wait, I didn't say he could walk."

Bo Bing stopped the stretcher, and the barrage of insults against him flashed by quickly.

"You're hindering the healing of the fracture, don't you understand?"

The referee stood beside the stretcher, and Bai Kaixin, wiping away sweat, rushed over and told Bo Bing to stop fooling around.

"The doctor hasn't even examined you yet. How do you know it's a fracture?"

Bo Bing snatched the microphone from Bai Kaixin's hand, "Besides, I've never heard of wearing leg braces in combat matches."

The sound immediately spread through the speakers.

【What's the meaning? 】

Is there something inside?

The director wanted to cut it off, but it was too late. Of course, he didn't dare to cut it off now.

I will never do live streaming again.

He was sweating profusely.

It was obvious that Bo Bing's legs were not wearing any protective gear, so it must be Liu Meng.

Dong Shuchen led several staff members up, separated the referee from the doctor who was making unwanted physical contact, and pulled up Liu Meng's trousers—underneath were the shattered protective gear and the twisted, bruised shinbone.

Liu Meng was both anxious and angry, and the intense pain caused him to completely faint.

Dong Shuchen's face turned ashen.

[Really? Is Bo Bing that strong?]

Where are Liu Meng's dead fans? Come out, why are you silent?

Even so, my brother has already fainted, why is he still chasing after him?

[Have you lost your mind?]

Some people also noticed something subtle.

The unusual behavior of the doctor and the referee is too much of a conspiracy theory.

Wait, isn't that referee Bai Zixiu's coach? Why isn't he calling a stop?

[Stop talking, I think Bai Zixiu did it on purpose.]

[If it were an ordinary person, the one lying on the ground right now would probably be Brother Bo Bing, right?]

What terrifying power!

Is it possible for a mere shin kick to shatter protective gear?

On the live chat, the number of fans of Bo Bing is constantly increasing.

In combat sports, the most important factors are always the ruthless fighting style, the exhilarating viewing experience, and the sheer excitement.

UFC fighters like Night Demon and Lago, who are keen on bloodshed, have garnered a large following despite their questionable skill level.

Bo Bing, a follower of the spotlight, stepped down.

—The strong will have their own reputation.