Gorgeous Female Tenants

Chapter 256 Tickling

Xu Xiangbei glanced at the arena and saw Thomas with his silver hair, wearing a silver Armani, and Thomas also noticed him.

However, Thomas did not pay much attention to Xu Xiangbei, merely glanced briefly with an expression of contempt and mockery. Such a frail boxer couldn’t possibly defeat Jason.

Before the match, the pockmarked security guard had already informed him of the competitors’ strengths. Thomas, being somewhat familiar with Huaxia, habitually employed Huaxia’s Thirty-Six Stratagems.

To know oneself and one’s enemy is to be invincible in a hundred battles.

Xu Xiangbei also changed into a black training outfit, with a soft and comfortable silk material, and stepped onto the boxing ring.

The surrounding spotlights and those on the ceiling all focused on him, making the ring dazzlingly bright and raising the temperature, causing sweat to form on Xu Xiangbei’s forehead.

Several camera lenses zoomed in, as a global network broadcast was underway.

Xu Xiangbei and Jason stood face to face, silently awaiting the referee’s command.

Sweat on Xu Xiangbei’s forehead drew a wave of criticism from netizens.

"He hasn’t started fighting yet, and he’s already sweating. This martial artist is scared."

"This martial artist is too frail, he’s half a head shorter than the black Boxing King, already losing in terms of momentum."

Xu Xiangbei was unaware of the netizens’ comments, while President Qiao and President Huang had their phones directly connected to the website, fully aware of the netizens’ chat messages.

President Qiao smoked a Cuban cigar given by Thomas, seeming particularly pleased, both excited and proud, occasionally mocking President Huang across from him.

President Huang still had some confidence, although mostly destroyed, he still had his martial artist team cheering for Xu Xiangbei.

The referee blew the whistle, initiating the match between the Huaxia martial artist and the American Boxing Champion.

The website had long stopped accepting bets, with the odds for Xu Xiangbei winning reaching thirty to one, with few placing bets, mostly just to show support and share the fate with Xu Xiangbei in a soldier’s determination to sacrifice.

Jason sneered, looking down like a cat watching a mouse, with a pitying expression directed at Xu Xiangbei.

Xu Xiangbei, over 180 cm tall, stood half a head shorter in front of Jason, his physique relatively slimmer.

The two first exchanged courtesy, bumping their fists.

However, a hint of maliciousness flashed in Jason’s eyes, pretending to bump fists with Xu Xiangbei but suddenly throwing a hard punch, aiming to knock him out in one blow without much effort, ending the fight with a single fist.

Xu Xiangbei only saw a shadow rushing over, carrying a gust of strong wind; he didn’t have time to think, instinctively crossing his arms to block.

Although forming a cross shield with his arms to defend against the sudden punch, he felt a powerful force pushing him back. He struggled to stabilize his body, channeling strength to his legs, using the ’Thousand Pound Drop’ technique to halt.

He glanced up, realizing the punch had pushed him back over ten steps, nearly retreating to the edge of the ring’s ropes.

It was evident how massive the power behind this punch was.

And this was only the first punch.

Jason sneered, his fists like great iron hammers, swung continuously like mechanical pounders, boom, boom, boom, relentlessly striking.

The force of his punches surged like waves, and although Xu Xiangbei blocked them with his arms, he couldn’t stabilize his body, being pushed back continuously, his arms numb and aching from the blows.

Xu Xiangbei understood that if he kept retreating in a straight line, he’d be knocked off the ring in just a few punches.

To fight Jason, one couldn’t rely solely on brute strength; proper strategy was needed to counter him.

Xu Xiangbei conceived a plan, stepping in a Bagua pattern, constantly changing directions, circling to dissipate the tremendous force of the punches.

Jason resembled a leopard pursuing prey, his fists so swift they blurred into afterimages, all the while roaring angrily, with the winds of punches whistling up and down the ring.

Xu Xiangbei was reduced to just defending, unable to counterattack, facing peril, even getting punched in the shoulder, feeling as though it had been broken.

Xu Xiangbei, despite lacking the strength to counterattack, managed to kick out timely, heavily kicking Jason’s shoulder.

Yet a massive counterforce surged through his foot, forcing Xu Xiangbei into a backflip to alleviate the reaction force.

No sooner had he steadied himself than Jason rushed over with his fists raised and roaring.

The immense force was like an unending wave, repeatedly battering his arms. Xu Xiangbei resembled a small tree struggling in a raging typhoon, eventually being uprooted.

Xu Xiangbei gathered his Inner Strength, his punches brimming with energy, but they were ineffective against Jason.

Jason was like a sturdy rhinoceros, his coarse skin and thick flesh akin to battle armor, even Xu Xiangbei’s ’Inverse Heaven Eight Needles’ couldn’t penetrate his thick armor.

Though Jason hadn’t trained in the Golden Bell Shield or Iron Cloth Shirt, his stone-like muscles were equivalent to a Golden Bell Shield.

Jason charged like a bull, ignoring Xu Xiangbei’s punches and kicks, directly hoisting Xu Xiangbei onto his shoulder, grabbing him tightly, and throwing him out violently.

If he were thrown like this, Xu Xiangbei would at least lose a layer of skin.

However, Xu Xiangbei, who had practiced yoga, had exceptional body flexibility. Seeing himself about to be tossed out of the ring, his foot lightly tapped the railing, and with agility, he flipped back onto the ring.

Xu Xiangbei felt that all his techniques were rendered useless before Jason. Jason relied simply on charging and punching, no tricks, yet his attacks were deadliest, most effective. A punch or a collision meant certain defeat.

Xu Xiangbei was buffeted by another charge, pressed onto the shoulder, but this time he wasn’t caught. Instead, he escaped from Jason’s iron-like grip, rolling down from his broad shoulder several times to dissipate all attacking force.

Xu Xiangbei was no longer the naïve young man who had just arrived in Jiangcheng; with much combat experience, he quickly had an idea.

Jason’s punch came again, heavily striking Xu Xiangbei’s hands.

A tremendous force surged from Xu Xiangbei’s hands to his back, his heel suddenly sank, stomping heavily on the ring.

Utilizing the ’Transplanting Flowers and Grafting Wood’ technique, he attempted to neutralize Jason’s formidable punching power, transferring the force from his hands to his feet, then to the ring.

Seeing Xu Xiangbei endlessly stomping, President Qiao laughed heartily, saying, "What good will stomping do if you can’t beat him?"

President Qiao’s mockery wasn’t without reason. Xu Xiangbei’s use of ’Transplanting Flowers and Grafting Wood’ had mitigated Jason’s overwhelming punching force, letting him withstand Jason’s punches, but it merely enhanced his defense; he still couldn’t defeat Jason.

Xu Xiangbei also attempted a counterattack, throwing a punch that landed heavily on Jason’s arm, but felt a powerful recoil in his opponent’s muscles, leaving his fingers aching.

He tried the ’Inverse Heaven Eight Needles’ as well, condensing energy into needles that pricked Jason’s chest and arms.

Jason felt as though needles were pricking his skin, but this pain to him was merely like scratching an itch.

He chuckled, "Kid, are you trying to tickle me?"