The audience, stunned, watched the decidedly one-sided match as Lin Chen inflicted new wounds on Haxin with every move, a complete crushing without suspense.
One must remember that the one being mercilessly beaten and screaming on the stage was their number one boxing champion, their War God Haxin.
In an extended silence, even a number of people were crying loudly as they watched their War God being beaten to a pulp.
The sound of bones breaking filled everyone's ears, each pitiful scream sending chills down their spines.
Haxin had once boasted that he would break every bone in Lin Chen's body, yet he was the one to taste this excruciating agony in the end.
Everyone watching Lin Chen's unrelenting assault was filled with shock.
This guy was simply a devil—ferocious, cold-blooded, bloodthirsty.
On the stage, Lin Chen's attacks were like a violent storm.
"You have killed twenty-three Martial Artists, so I will shatter twenty-three of your bones," Lin Chen said coldly as their bodies crossed.
Haxin swallowed hard, now he was truly afraid.
At this point he couldn't even stand, but Lin Chen's strategic strikes from all angles kept him from falling.
He wanted to beg for mercy, but Lin Chen didn't give him the chance to speak; he wanted to fall, but Lin Chen simply wouldn't let him.
Thus, he could only passively endure Lin Chen's relentless attacks, the endless pain of his bones breaking.
Haxin couldn't believe it; the free-fighting champion now had no power to fight back against Lin Chen and was completely overwhelmed.
The ruthlessness of Lin Chen's means sent chills down Haxin's spine, and he even began to regret provoking this devil.
At this moment, the faces of the T country boxing fans around were all filled with sadness and anger.
They had finally witnessed the power of Chinese martial arts; their earlier disdain for Chinese kung fu and Lin Chen had vanished into thin air.
"Is this the true power of Chinese martial arts? It's just too strong, too overpowering."
Watching their boxing champion, who once looked fierce but was now being beaten like a dead dog, these T country boxing fans all had faces of sadness and anger.
Their pride in Muay Thai ultimately lost to Chinese kung fu.
And at this moment, the excitement was evident in the eyes of the Chinese Martial Artists as they watched Lin Chen's exhilarating attacks, their faces filled with admiration and worship.
This was the true Martial God of China, the pride of the Chinese people.
The Chinese Martial Artists, who had just been in a sorry state, now held their heads high, their faces brimming with pride.
The slaughter continued—Lin Chen's speed and attacks completely overwhelmed Haxin, who now tragically found he had no chance even to escape.
"Twenty-two, and the last one will be your head," Lin Chen said with a bloodthirsty smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
In an instant, Haxin's face was a picture of terror and despair, feeling a cold sensation rush from his feet to his forehead, making all the hairs on his body stand on end.
Haxin tried with all his might to leap out of the ring and flee.
But to his utter horror, Lin Chen, who should have been behind him, suddenly appeared in front of him.
Lin Chen's fist kept growing larger in Haxin's eyes.
Haxin let out a piercing scream.
Blood plasma, both white and red, splattered across the stage, and a thick scent of blood wafted through the air.
Hasim's head was smashed to smithereens, his lifeless body collapsing onto the ground with a thud.
Witnessing such a bloody and terrifying scene, everyone gasped cold air and shuddered all over.
Especially those T-nation boxing fans, who now wore expressions of shock and fear on their faces, the frail man from Huaxia standing on the ring appeared to them not as a human, but as a devil.
The entire arena fell into a silence as still as death.
The man hailed as the finest UFC champion of T-nation, the pride of the T-nation people, Hasim, had his head crushed by Lin Chen, dying without a whole corpse.
This scene made all the T-nation boxing fans' eyes widen with confusion, unable to believe the tragedy unfolding before them.
At that moment, Yuri stared dully at the scene, his complexion looking extremely unsightly.
"How is this possible? This guy actually killed Hasim."
At this moment, Yuri's guts nearly turned green with regret. Knowing that Hasim was a fierce man his father had spent hundreds of millions to bring on board, only for him to be killed by the adversary he had called forth.
Thinking of the wrath that would come from his father, Yuri's face turned deathly pale.
"He won, Lin Chen actually won," Pan Jing even stood up excitedly.
Today was destined to be a nightmare that all T-nation boxing fans would never forget in their lives, and Lin Chen's name would be eternally etched in every T-nation boxing fan's heart.
For it was this frail man from Huaxia who shattered their legend, teaching them a harsh lesson.
Huaxia shall not be bullied, Huaxia shall not be humiliated.
And those Huaxia martial artists, their faces filled with excitement, even regarded Lin Chen as a Martial God, as an idol.
Even those Huaxia martial artists lifted Lin Chen and tossed him into the sky.
Coming before Pan Jing, Lin Chen smiled and said, "I won, how are you going to reward me?"
Pan Jing's pretty face blushed, her cheeks flushing with a tint of red: "What do you want?"
"I want everything." Lin Chen wrapped his arm around Pan Jing's waist, glanced at Yuri's cold gaze, and smiled faintly.
Watching Lin Chen and Pan Jing leave the arena, Yuri's eyes flickered with intense murderous intent, and he said to one of his underlings, "Keep an eye on him."
Lin Chen and Pan Jing were dining on Western food when their gaze swept towards two men smoking at the door.
"These guys, they indeed won't let things go," Lin Chen said, with a hint of a cold smile on his lips.
The two finished their meal, and soon after they left the restaurant, they had barely gone a few meters when suddenly four or five vans blocked their path.
Over thirty men clad in black, holding knives, instantly surrounded the two.
From among the crowd, a young man with a cold expression stepped forward; it was Yuri.
At that moment, Yuri stared at Lin Chen with a cold sneer, "You've got guts, to actually have killed Hasim."
Lin Chen replied indifferently, "I said those who insult Huaxia must be executed."
Yuri sneered coldly, "I don't care about your so-called patriotism; what I want is money, and you made me suffer a great loss. How should we settle this account?"
At this point, Pan Jing glared at Yuri and spoke angrily, "Yuri, have you no shame? You were the one who wanted this match, and let's not forget the rule was life and death without complaint."
"Life and death without complaint? That guy cost us nearly a billion to acquire, yet this bastard killed him, and you're talking to me about life and death without complaint!" Yuri's eyes revealed a furious look.
Lin Chen looked coldly at Yuri, "What do you want?"
A cold smile crossed Yuri's lips as he offered two options, "First, join T-nation's citizenship and become our fighter; second, die here."
"Join T-nation's citizenship?" Upon hearing Yuri's words, Lin Chen burst into laughter.