633 One Hundred Moves! (1/2)

The built and tanned leader was Abu, a famous underground boxer in Thailand. He had inborn advantage when it came to Arm Strength and Affinity. Since he had been training his fists and legs for a long time, his Arm Strength had reached an astonishing 220, and his Affinity was 219. One iron punch that had no technique whatsoever could deal more than eight thousand damage, and if he attacked with full power, some of the body fortifications of normal Life and Death martial artists had a difficult time withstanding it.

His name as Thailand's best boxer was well deserved.

The reason he came over was because of an invitation to challenge Happy's position as the strongest in China. On top of that, since the pay-to-view battle replay system had become popular all over the world, he clearly knew about the profit he might get from winning against Happy.

Even though the profit he gained from Thailand's boxing studios was pretty good, even if he opened his boxing studio for a hundred years, he would never be able to gain the profit he could get from having one successful and popular battle replay.

For his challenge, Abu brought his most outstanding disciples from the boxing studio as well as some boxing friends from Vietnam whose strength was about the same as his.

The people who had been killed earlier were his disciples as well as some of his friends' disciples!

Even though he felt his heart clench in pain and was seething in rage, it did not affect his priorities.

When he heard Rampaging Dragon treat him in such a dismissive manner, he quickly placated his men before he answered in a deep voice.

”Alright! Since you want to brush us off with normal members, then we will fight Mu Clan to the last person! I'd like to see just how many people you can lose.”

The arrogant words made the Mu Clan members livid.

”You haven't even fought us yet, and you're already spewing so much nonsense.” Rampaging Dragon rolled his eyes. He was not provoked at all, and neither did he fall into the trap.

”They came from far away. Be a gentleman,” he said to the person he had chosen for the fight.

He ordered it in an apparent seriousness, and it caused the people on Abu's side to seethe with anger again. Their eyes filled with red, and they really wanted to tear Rampaging Dragon to shreds.

All-powerful Medicinal Stone chose to keep a rather low profile and answered with a very troubled expression. ”But I don't fight against others often…”

Silence fell, and Abu nearly fell to his knees in his anger.

”A'lang, you go!”

Just to be on the safe side, Abu ordered his eldest disciple to go up and fight.

Even though his eldest disciple's Arm Strength had yet to reach the 200s, he had rich experience in fighting, and he had already inherited Abu's brutality in fights. If they used the standards of the Chinese martial artists to measure his power, he could be around the fifties on Dragon Rank.

There might be quite a number of elites from Mu Clan who were on Dragon Rank, but he had information about everyone, and he did not have any impression about the ugly middle-aged man who did not seem to have woken up completely. He should not be someone who was especially powerful.

Abu believed that it was Mu Clan's way to test their strength before they sent elites for the subsequent fights. Hence, he decided not to fight at all but instead sent his disciple take his place to deal with the unfamiliar person.

”Yes, master!”

Alang was a young, thin, and tanned youngster who had been following Abu the whole time. He had a fiery temper, and he had wanted to charge out to fight against Mu Clan multiple times.

In the beginning, their people had been shot to death. Then, Rampaging Dragon had repeatedly looked down on them, so he had already accumulated an endless amount of anger as well as killing intent in his chest. When he heard his master order him to attack, a savage smile instantly formed on his thin and dark face.

Abu did not find this strange.

Thai boxing placed a great emphasis on killing intent. A'lang's killing intent would

only increase his battle power.

The youth clenched his fists, and his bones started cracking. He bared his teeth and walked toward the training ground surrounded by the rows of logs through the path opened up by the people in the center.

All-powerful Medicinal Stone said nothing.

He followed behind A'lang in great resignation, which made it seem like he was an innocent bystander caught up in an unfamiliar situation. He shook his head, but he did not say anything that would diminish his might. He quietly drew his weapon and followed behind A'lang like a slob while looking to be very dissatisfied with his task.