The Unknown God of War

Chapter 149 Murong Cang Steps into the Arena

Chu Feng glanced at the ring calmly as he closed his eyes, bored. “I don’t know about the King of Thai Boxing, but I do know that the winner will be determined by the time the third move was used,” he said casually.

“Haha, great judgement, young man!” Pesky Bear, who was beside him, chuckled as he smoked his cigarette. His face was filled with confidence and pride. “Sang Kun is the star in my world of boxing. I’ve spent lots of effort and resources to groom him up into the King of Boxing. He would definitely be able to punch that bastard to death by the third move!”

Bang! As he was saying that, a loud sound was heard from the ring—Sang Kun, the King of Thai Boxing, was flung aside and collapsed on the stage. He spat out a mouthful of blood and passed out instantly.

Chen Song stuck out his middle finger and spat out a mouthful of saliva in disdain, looking extremely arrogant.

Indeed, the winner had been decided by the third move, but it wasn’t Sang Kun.

“H-How is this possible…”

The crowd seemed to be apprehensive, and Pesky Bear was in great shock. The cigarette on his hands fell onto the ground, and he felt angry and heartbroken.

Sang Kun was his favourite boxer and his trump card. He generated profits of fifty to sixty million dollars annually for him. How could he lose so soon?

Chu Feng noticed that Yun Muyu widened her beautiful eyes as her pretty face was filled with disbelief. She shook her head and said, “I’ve overestimated him. He lost after the first move!”

The expressions of Ma Sanyuan and the other gang leaders turned serious, and they sent out two other boxers.

Black Widow sent out a world champion of Chinese kickboxing, and Pale-faced Scholar sent out a master of the Bajiquan. [1] However, none of them could survive beyond the fifth and sixth moves. They were all badly defeated and beaten up, and they became handicapped.

The level of brutality gave them the chills, and a girl like Yun Muyu was definitely astonished and terrified.

This was the famous boxing competition. It wasn’t merely a matter of victory or defeat, it was also a matter of life and death.

Pesky Bear, Black Widow and the other gang leaders were feeling extremely gloomy, while Zhou Zhenghao, who was opposite them, started laughing out loud. “You call these people experts? Haha, bullsh*t. They’re a bunch of useless trash.”

Ma Sanyuan took a deep breath as he gazed at their final hope—Murong Cang. He stood up and bowed respectfully as he said, “Please teach these fanatics a lesson, Mr. Murong.”

Black Widow and the other gang leaders stood up in unison and repeated after him. “Please teach these fanatics a lesson, Mr. Murong.”

Murong Cang squinted his eyes and took a few sips of his hot tea in a calm and composed manner, seemingly confident.

After two minutes, he finished the last sip of his tea and slowly put the lid onto the teacup. Then, he stood up in a graceful manner and swung his long sleeves, looking extremely at ease.

“Okay, let’s have a fight. I’ll be the one to end this grudge.”

Murong Cang stroked his beard and lamented in grief; as someone who was consistently winning and holding a strong position at the peak of the martial arts, no one seemed to be able to defeat him, and he felt extremely lonely.

He didn’t forget to point at Chu Feng as he advised, “I’m only doing this once, young man. Watch carefully and learn as much as possible.”

One of the disciples behind him sneered in jealousy, “Have you heard that? You’ll never get to witness the finest skills of my master no matter how much you’re willing to pay. This is your greatest opportunity.”

Chu Feng smiled casually as he watched in silence.

With a swish of his long robes, Murong Cang leaped lightly into the air with a few steps, performing the Giant Leap; he managed to land on the arena which was at least three metres high with only five to six steps. He swayed his gown and stood up straight with his hands clasped behind his back.

His expression did not show any signs of physical exertion, looking perfectly calm and collected, as if he was truly an Immortal that had descended upon the world.

“Great!”

“Great skills!”

Ma Sanyuan and the others gave out a thunderous applause outside of the ring. They were filled with confidence and hope after witnessing Murong Cang’s finest martial arts skills.

He was a highly respected man in Jiangling for his martial arts skills, and he was the number one master in Jiangling. He was indeed extremely powerful, and that was really cool!

Chu Feng, who was at the side, furrowed his eyebrows slightly and in a low voice, he sneered, “Idiot!”

This was a life and death competition in the ring, not a children’s play; every ounce of strength and internal energy had to be utilized perfectly in order not to be defeated.

The Giant Leap by Murong Cang seemed glamorous and magnificent, but it was enough to deplete one third of his internal energy. It seemed exuberant, but it was nothing more than a show off.

“You’re good, young man. If you could still stand up straight in the ring after my tenth move, I’ll surrender voluntarily.” Murong Cang clasped his hands behind his back as he stood there arrogantly without even looking at Chen Song, who was standing in front of him.

“Try me, old man.” Chen Song looked ferocious as he lifted the two axes in his hands, ready for the war.

He could sense that Murong Cang was extraordinary, hence he exerted his full strength into his techniques.

“Good move!” Murong Cang yelled sternly as he took out a long sword with one hand and started waving it!

Clang! Clang!

[1] Bajiquan is a Chinese martial art that features explosive, short-range power and is famous for its elbow and shoulder strikes. Its full name is kai men baji quan which means “open-gate eight-extremities fist”.