A mass of bright and colorful money, symbolizing dignity and strength, fluttered in the air, engulfing both Johnson and Xue Peng.
To everyone’s horror, Johnson stood up again, a scornful smile on his lips as he coldly stared at Xue Peng.
Xue Peng praised, then stepped forward, easily blocking Johnson’s weak and feeble punch before grabbing his shoulder.
"Roar, roar, roar..."
The crowd boiled even more. Everyone knew what Xue Peng was going to do. More shouts and money filled the small space.
Here, a life could become worthless or priceless.
Xue Peng lifted Johnson up and then slammed his knee repeatedly into Johnson’s face, blood splattering everywhere, accompanied by cries of agony.
But the people ignored everything. In an unrestricted fighting match, there was only life or death, no sympathy.
"The match is about to end, quite thrilling!" Hua Manlou, nerves tightly wound, suddenly took a long breath.
Ye Chenfeng glanced at him and said lightly, "The match has just begun!"
"What? The match has just begun?" Hua Manlou was startled, and even He Tianju and a few others looked at Ye Chenfeng in confusion.
Ye Chenfeng smiled mysteriously, "Just keep watching!"
Finally, after a series of knee strikes, Xue Peng once again kicked Johnson away. This time, Johnson lay on the ground without struggling at all, completely lifeless.
"He won! War God, War God..."
Waves of cheers completely boiled over in the underground fighting arena.
But the next second, all sounds abruptly stopped, silent enough to hear a pin drop.
In everyone’s sight, Johnson, who was presumed dead, slowly began to rise from the ground.
"How is this possible?" Even Xue Peng was shocked, his gaze filled with disbelief as he stared dumbfounded at Johnson standing up.
He knew how severe his blows had been; even an elephant would have died, let alone a human!
But Johnson had stood up!
"The real show is about to begin!" Ye Chenfeng’s lips curled into a slightly sinister smile. He had known the outcome of the match from the beginning.
The newly risen Johnson twisted his head, emitting a series of eerie bone-cracking sounds.
This time, everyone felt Johnson was completely different from before, his body seemingly augmented, his face unrecognizable. However, his eyes were hollow, devoid of any human emotion—Johnson seemed not a man but a cold, emotionless robot.
Suddenly, a fearsome power burst from Johnson’s body, shattering his black vest and revealing terrifying muscles that writhed as if something inside them was alive. His arms, swollen with muscles, bulged with terrifying veins like blue snakes.
"Ugh..." Johnson twisted his head, letting out a beast-like roar, and an overwhelming aura of ferocity emanated from him, suffocating everyone around.
"What is this?" Everyone was dumbfounded, a trace of fear emerging within them. The sudden twist made everyone’s heart tremble.
In the box, Jennings, just finishing a cigar, chuckled, "Mr. Luo, in Divine Land you have a saying, ’A good meal is worth waiting for.’ The real show has just begun!"
Luo Yang was confused but kept his gaze fixed intently on the center of the arena.
In the arena, after Johnson warmed up, he fixed his gaze on Xue Peng, the inhuman look in his eyes truly shocked Xue Peng.
A fierce killing intent appeared in Johnson’s eyes, and his body suddenly burst forward, thumping towards the stage like a giant bear pouncing on Xue Peng.
The speed and power were many times stronger than Johnson’s earlier display, his overwhelming presence directly locking onto Xue Peng.
Xue Peng had no time to dodge and had to brace himself to receive the attack, secretly adding a powerful hidden power.
It exploded like thunder, rendering everyone’s ears buzzing. Even a strong Qi force spilled out, stirring the hair of the audience in the front row.
The outcome of the battle was immediately known; the powerful Johnson completely overpowered him. Xue Peng’s Iron Sand Palm and hidden power were rendered useless under the absolute force, as he was directly blown away.
This was the first time Xue Peng saw blood.
The crowd in the arena boiled again, disbelievingly watching Johnson. What exactly had happened to him? He was almost beaten to death by Xue Peng, yet how could he still stand up to attack, and be several times stronger than before?
Johnson, like a wild beast, kept slapping his chest, as if the energy inside him surged, needing urgent release.
He once again set his sights on Xue Peng, who had just risen from the ground, and roared as he charged again.
His fist roared like a tyrannosaur, the huge force of the punch making the air hiss.
This time, Xue Peng was on guard. As the ferocious Johnson attacked, Xue Peng suddenly fell to the ground, sliding under Johnson and instantly appearing behind him.
His speed had become his greatest ally!
Xue Peng, behind Johnson, gathered his Qi force in both hands. He then suddenly jumped up, his palms slapping towards Johnson’s head on the left and right.
Johnson had no time to react, and Xue Peng’s palms harshly hit his head.
The power of Iron Sand Palm, combined with the two streams of hidden power of Xue Peng the martial artist, Xue Peng was confident that even a piece of granite would be smashed to pieces.
But contrary to Xue Peng’s expectations, his all-out attack had no effect on Johnson at all. The force seemed to disappear into the sea, instantly gone, causing no damage to Johnson.
The audience in the arena collectively froze; they had never seen Xue Peng fight with his full strength. They witnessed it today, but it had not caused a single trace of injury to his opponent.
Johnson slowly turned around, his icy gaze shooting towards Xue Peng.
Meeting Johnson’s gaze, a fear arose deep within Xue Peng for the first time, and he swore that those eyes did not belong to a human, the look he gave him was like a fierce beast eyeing its prey with a bloodthirsty gleam.
In order to survive, Xue Peng could only fight desperately, for only by killing the monster before him could he stay alive.
"Thump thump thump ..."
Xue Peng’s attack was indeed the pinnacle of Iron Sand Palm, continuously bombarding Johnson’s body with one palm after another, the sounds produced were nearly akin to the clanging noise of metal striking metal.