Chapter 633: A Hundred Moves!

The burly, dark-skinned man at the forefront was “Abu,” a famous underground boxer in Thailand. He already had innate advantages in strength and physical foundation. Thanks to years of practicing martial arts, his strength reached an astonishing 220, and his physical foundation was 219. A single punch from him, without any special techniques, could inflict over 8,000 units of damage. At full strength, even the protective barriers of ordinary experts at the Life and Death realm could hardly withstand it. He was truly Thailand’s top martial artist.

He came this time both at the invitation of someone else, aiming to challenge and take the title of the best martial artist in the Central Plains, and also because of the widespread use of REP as payment. He was well aware of the benefits that could come from defeating Kai Xin…

Although the Thai boxing gym earned a decent income, the profits from the most successful and popular REP were something he couldn’t achieve even in a hundred years of running the gym.

For this challenge, Abu brought several of his best disciples from his gym, along with a few martial arts friends from Vietnam, all of whom were equally skilled.

The ones who were shot earlier were his disciples and the disciples of his martial arts friends!

Though this filled him with pain and anger, it didn’t affect his determination for this challenge.

Hearing that Baolong was treating him with indifference, Abu quickly calmed his men’s emotions and replied in a deep voice, “Fine!”

“If you want to use ordinary thugs to deal with us, we’ll keep fighting until the last person in your Mu family remains! I’m curious how many losses your Mu family can take…”

His arrogant words enraged the disciples of the Mu family.

“We haven’t even fought yet—so much nonsense,” Baolong rolled his eyes, unimpressed, and said to the pre-selected challenger, “They’ve come from afar; show some courtesy.” His serious command made Abu’s men gasp for breath, their eyes bloodshot as they wanted to devour him.

Yao Shi Wan Neng, looking embarrassed, replied, “I don’t fight often…”

“…”

Abu almost collapsed.

“Alang, go!”

To be safe, Abu ordered his eldest disciple to step in.

Although his eldest disciple’s strength hadn’t yet exceeded 200, he had rich combat experience and a fierce demeanor inherited from Abu. By the standards of the martial arts world in the Central Plains, his strength was roughly equivalent to around rank 50 on the Dragon List—among the top experts of the Mu family.

There were many such experts on the Dragon List, but he had information on each of them. Yet, he had no idea who this unimposing middle-aged man before him was, who seemed barely awake. He probably wasn’t very strong.

Abu believed this was a tactic of the Mu family to test their skills before sending in experts later, so he simply chose not to get involved and let his disciple handle this guy instead.
“Yes, master!”
It was the young, dark-skinned, thin man who had always followed Abu, with a fiery temper and often eager to rush in, who stepped forward. From the start when his own people were shot, to being repeatedly dismissed by the Tyrant Dragon, endless anger and killing intent had built up inside him. Upon hearing his master order him to take action, a sinister smile appeared on his face.
Abu was used to this…
Muay Thai emphasized killing intent, and Alang’s desire to kill would only enhance his combat abilities.
Clenching his hands, his bones cracked loudly as he stepped forward from the crowd toward the training area surrounded by wooden stakes, his white teeth visible.
“…”
Yao Shi Wan Neng followed behind innocently and helplessly, shaking his head, but he didn’t say anything that might reveal his strength. Instead, he silently drew a weapon and followed, looking indifferent, seemingly dissatisfied with his role.
Although the Mu family’s disciples knew Yao Shi Wan Neng, they only knew he had decent stealing skills and agile movement—comparatively insignificant compared to this seemingly dangerous man, like an egg.
Was the Tyrant Dragon’s decision… really wise?
Yet, no matter their doubts, they couldn’t question or oppose his decision.
As Yao Shi Wan Neng and Alang, two opponents with completely different temperaments, stood face to face in the training area, everyone held their breath and watched intently.
“Thai fighter, Alang, seeking your guidance.”
Though he wanted to kill his opponent right away, in such a formal setting, to avoid giving the Mu family’s disciples an advantage, Alang suppressed his urge to act immediately and bowed darkly to introduce himself.
Yao Shi Wan Neng raised his hands:
“A Central Plains player, a disciple of the Miao Shou Gate.”
“The Miao Shou Gate?”
Abu frowned among the onlookers.
Someone “kindly” explained for him: “Oh, they’re thieves—what you call ‘thieves’ over there…” It was the Tyrant Dragon, who casually watched as Abu and the others’ faces turned purple, ignoring them and turning his gaze back to the training area.
“Since it’s an international friendship match, let’s stop at a reasonable point,” Yao Shi Wan Neng suggested.
Hearing this, Alang’s gaze darkened, and he retorted loudly, “In a fight between warriors, only life and death can determine who’s stronger. What’s the point of holding back? If you’re a man, challenge me to a life-or-death fight!”
“What if neither of us dies? Should we keep fighting forever?”

Yao Shi Wan Neng asked in a very peculiar tone.
“Don’t worry. If I can’t knock you down within a hundred moves, I’m willing to admit defeat!” Alang grew impatient.
At those words, Abu, who was watching, suddenly sensed something wrong. Just as he was about to interject, Yao Shi Wan Neng from the training ground replied loudly, “Good!”
His suddenly energetic expression made Abu and the others feel uneasy, as if they had been deceived.
…
Xiao Kai and Yin Hu, under the cover of the Mu family’s disciples, stood quietly at the back of the crowd the whole time, not missing a single moment…
Baolong’s control of the situation and his tactics filled Xiao Kai and Yin Hu with confidence. Seeing the people from the small southwestern country forced to endure humiliation everywhere, they both smiled knowingly.
By now, the fighting spirit of those skilled warriors from the southwestern country had been somewhat dampened… and now it had been successfully provoked further. Moreover, Yao Shi Wan Neng had lured them into a duel of a hundred moves—Alang’s arrogance had already sealed his fate!
Yao Shi Wan Neng mastered many ingenious light martial arts, each reaching the master level. These skills complemented each other, allowing him to move with incredible speed—his agility score exceeded 200. It was impossible for ordinary people to catch up with him. Even Xiao Kai had to admit his superiority; it was obvious what would happen to such a mere disciple.
Xiao Kai could even predict Alang’s expression of regret and anger after being forced to go through a hundred moves without being able to strike himself…
“After Alang, Abu and those boxers will surely step in personally. Then it’ll be my turn to deal with them,” Yin Hu said softly, challenging Xiao Kai.
The latter nodded. “Mm. Since they’re willing to be pawns, there’s no need to give them face.” By the end, his voice carried a cold, murderous intent.