Hong Kong variety show: My handsome son, Kwan, is a master at making money in Hung Hing.

second round.

Hung Hing Pak Hung vs Tung Sing Fei Tsai: A draw!

The usually brave Bai Xiong, under Liang Kun's expectant gaze, couldn't even last until the second round, and was beaten into a pig's head by a flurry of punches.

"Dongxing wins the second match!"

The Tung Sing camp erupted in deafening shouts, while simultaneously booing disdainfully at the Hung Hing side. Their morale plummeted, and they had already lost two rounds in a row.

If we take another one, we'll have to hand over this lucrative piece of land, Yau Ma Tei.

At the same time, both Camel and Jiang Tiansheng smiled.

Qin Tai shook his head and said to Liang Kun, "Boss, we've been tricked. The list of contestants must have been leaked. Otherwise, there's no reason why Liu Sha and Bai Xiong would both be such pushovers. If Dongxing's Dan San deliberately plotted against us, we can't entirely blame them for not being able to resist the temptation."

"We need to change our strategy and replace our players. Let Jianjun and the others take their place; at least they're in good form. Otherwise, we'll just be sitting here waiting to be defeated!"

Now that Liang Kun had panicked, he no longer cared about cursing his two unreliable underlings. He immediately handed over command to Qin Tai: "Little brother, it's up to you! I've bet everything I have, you can't lose! Once Yau Ma Tei is taken, it's your territory, I won't take a single penny of the fees!"

"Don't worry, boss, I'll do my best!"

Qin Tai appeared serious as if he had been appointed to a critical mission, but in reality, he was as calm as a rock. He had long prepared backup candidates and had a wealth of talent under his command. Now was the time for him to make a name for himself!

"Jianjun, you're up next!"

"no problem!"

Wang Jianjun's face was fierce, and he excitedly rubbed his hands together. He took off his coat and shoes and casually tossed them aside, then landed steadily on the ring with a beautiful backflip.

"Huh, why is this person different from the one on the list?" Camel frowned.

Crow flexed his muscles as he warmed up, sneering, "Boss, this Liang Kun isn't stupid. He must have realized something's wrong. If we send in those weaklings again, they'll just be easy prey. It's just last-minute preparation!"

"Wang Jianjun? Never heard of him. His name sounds so old-fashioned, he must be a gangster!"

"Watch how I teach him a lesson!"

As he spoke, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Crow strode confidently onto the arena, amidst cheers from the crowd. Some gamblers, their eyes blazing with greed, shouted hysterically, their excitement palpable.

Crow is a perennial champion in the underground boxing ring, having earned a formidable reputation over the years. Now, as one of the Five Tigers of East Star, he is personally taking to the ring, and victory is practically guaranteed!

As for Hung Hing's Wang Jianjun... Pfft, where did this Big Circle Boy come from?

What does it mean to be reckless in a fight? In a life-or-death battle with bare hands, that's just child's play!

"when!"

As the referee struck the gong, the match officially began: "Match Three, Hung Hing Wong Kin Kwan VS Tung Sing Crows!"

Crow made an exaggerated expression, pacing back and forth in circles around Wang Jianjun with an air of ease, a mocking smile always on his lips: "Big Brother, Hong Kong Island is not a place for you to hang out. You should go back to your hometown and farm as soon as possible!"

Wang Jianjun, however, had a cold and stern expression. He was a ruthless man who didn't talk much. How could a special forces soldier who had survived a battlefield full of corpses and blood be compared to a small-time hoodlum like Crow?

In an instant, Wang Jianjun made his move. There were no fancy moves, only the most practical killing techniques: throat, teeth, eyes, ears, and groin...

The attacks came without hesitation, sharp and ruthless.

"Something's wrong!"

Crow's expression changed drastically, and he panicked to deal with the situation. His once impressive muscles seemed like a ridiculous decoration, making him appear particularly clumsy and bloated. In the blink of an eye, he was covered in bloodstains, and even his face was bruised. The bruises were so swollen that he couldn't open his eyes.

boom!

A powerful, heavy whip kick made the crow's head buzz, its vision blurred, it lost its spirit, and it collapsed to the ground convulsing, unable to get up again.

In contrast, Wang Jianjun strolled leisurely, his eyes still cold as ice, as if he had merely dealt with an insignificant fly.

"Hung Hing wins the third match!"

The scene erupted in an uproar, with everyone exchanging bewildered glances. No one had expected that Crow, one of the renowned Five Tigers of Tung Sing and the ever-victorious general, would be completely outmatched by an unknown Big Circle Boy.

At this moment, all the trash talk before the game seemed to have become a joke.

Camel's face was grim. He cursed inwardly that the crow was just bragging and had been too careless, which led to the loss of Jingzhou. Now, they had made a fool of themselves.

"Old Ding, I'll fight in the next match! Looks like Handsome Kun still has some trump cards up his sleeve!"

At this moment, Situ Haonan, one of the Five Tigers of Dongxing, spoke up. His chiseled face was full of the unique arrogance of a master. He casually took off his outer clothes, revealing his sculpted muscles, which were far from the flashy ones of Crow, but extremely explosive.

Situ Haonan is one of the most formidable fighters in Wan Chai. He is a very combative person, brave and resourceful. Most importantly, he is calm and collected in the face of adversity and would never underestimate his opponents like Crow.

Upon hearing this, Camel smiled and nodded, "Alright, if Situ can step in, perhaps we won't have to wait for the final round!"

When Situ Haonan stepped onto the stage, the confident smile on his lips froze.

The reason why Hung Hing's opponent was a rough-looking country bumpkin with a cripple whose left and right legs were uneven and who was born with a disability!

Because of the competition rules, Feng Yuxiu took off his shoes and went onto the stage. He had to stand in a horse stance with his legs bent over, and his legs were ten centimeters apart. They were covered in calluses and looked extremely uncoordinated, as if they would sway left and right with the slightest breeze.

Situ Haonan looked displeased.

"Damn it, Hung Hing looks down on people and sends out a cripple?"

"Let's just admit defeat!"

"Why isn't it Knife Tai Shang? We've been waiting to see him. Could it be that he's afraid of our Tung Sing, so he's pushing a cripple out to take the fall?"

A chorus of boos erupted from below. At this moment, even Jiang Tiansheng couldn't understand what Liang Kun was thinking. Was he giving up on himself, or was he hiding a secret weapon?

only...

This person has a congenital disability and seems to have difficulty even walking. Can they really box?

To be honest, even Liang Kun was dumbfounded. He didn't even know when his younger brother had taken in a cripple as his underling.

Feng Yuxiu remained calm and ignored the commotion below. He cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, a common practice in martial arts circles, and said, "I am Feng Yuxiu. Please enlighten me!"

"This competition will determine who is superior and who is inferior, and it will also decide who lives and who dies!"

For some reason, listening to the tumor's calm words, Situ Haonan felt a sudden pang of anxiety, as if something bad was about to happen.

"Dang Dang!"

The gong sounded, and the boxing match began.

Under the focused light, Situ Haonan's muscles were well-defined and his bronze-colored streamlined body exuded explosive power. He paced back and forth lightly and nimbly, showing no sign of letting his guard down because Feng Yuxiu was a cripple.

The crow's example was a stark warning; Situ Haonan's expression turned serious, and he became extremely vigilant, sensing an indescribable pressure.

This resulted in Situ Haonan circling Feng Yuxiu two and a half times, yet strangely, he couldn't find any opening to strike, a completely different experience from his previous boxing matches.

On the other hand, Feng Yuxiu, despite being barefoot and having a congenital defect, showed no sadness or joy, his eyes burning with intense fighting spirit, and slowly began to adopt the starting stance of a tiger descending the mountain.

Suddenly, Feng Yuxiu moved, his speed so fast that it was like a blur before one's eyes. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Situ Haonan, and a powerful kick was already close to Situ Haonan's face.

So fast? !

Situ Haonan was shocked and quickly crossed his hands in front of him, tensing his muscles. With a crack, Situ Haonan's hands felt as if they had been whipped by a water-soaked whip, his skin torn and bleeding, causing him to grimace in pain, and his horror intensified.

When he was shocked and furious, gritting his teeth and preparing to retaliate, he was dumbfounded to find that his opponent had vanished.

boom!

Feng Yuxiu had appeared on Situ Haonan's left rear side at some point and punched him hard in the ribs. In just an instant, several ribs were cracked, and he cried out in pain.

"Ah~"

What followed was a storm of attacks. Situ Haonan was reduced to a punching bag. He finally managed to throw a punch to fight back, but Feng Yuxiu used his grappling technique to grab him and instantly dislocate his tendons and bones. His legs were even worse off. Feng Yuxiu twisted them inwards and snapped them like tree branches.

The cheers and boos from the crowd abruptly ceased. They stared in disbelief at the one-sided massacre on the stage. The once majestic Qinlonghu Situ Haonan was now reduced to a mere chicken or a dog.

This cripple is more than just skilled; his strength far surpasses that of Situ Haonan!

Click!

As Feng Yuxiu used his grappling technique to dislocate Situ Haonan's seventh cervical vertebra, Situ Haonan's eyes bulged out instantly. He tried desperately to force more air into his lungs, but it was in vain. His diaphragm stopped working at that moment, and he silently suffocated to death within minutes.

Clean and neat!

"To have honed martial arts to this level with a congenital disability requires both perseverance and mental fortitude; he is truly a fine talent."

Among the management committee representatives, Tornado, with his sharp eyes, immediately recognized that Feng Yuxiu's fist, leg, palm, and grappling techniques in this brief exchange had reached a level that was difficult for ordinary people to achieve, and cast a sincere look of admiration and appreciation upon him.

In particular, the final, swift and decisive method of killing involved damaging the spinal cord. The spinal cord above the fifth thoracic vertebra is equivalent to the vertebral column above the third thoracic vertebra. Damage to the spinal cord can lead to loss of respiratory function (diaphragmatic paralysis).

Tornado's expression didn't fluctuate much. Instead, he turned his gaze to Qin Tai, the last contestant in the preparation area. Feng Yuxiu was such a talent that he was one of his henchmen. Without absolute strength to suppress him, it would be impossible to subdue such a martial arts fanatic.

This young man must possess some impressive abilities.