Chapter 22

"What?" The young leopard paused in his lunge, his opponent being someone who had a grudge against his cousin. He instinctively wanted to hear what Wang Ge had to say.

"Are you not tired from all that jumping around?" Wang Ge smiled, taking advantage of the young leopard's momentary hesitation to make a quick slide forward, closing the distance and grabbing the young leopard's arms.

While watching the compilation of the young leopard's matches, Wang Ge had already noticed that the young leopard's greatest strength was not his speed and agility, but his rhythm. The young leopard was very good at controlling the rhythm of the match and could use the background music to bring his opponents into his own rhythm.

It was like singing a duet with someone who can't sing at all. Even if you are familiar with the song, you will inevitably be thrown off by their off-key singing. Once you are thrown off, as long as they keep singing, you will never find your original tune again.

To deal with such a duet partner, there was only one way—don't let him sing!

Wang Ge first interrupted the young leopard's rhythm with a taunt, then took the opportunity to grab him. To restrain a fast and agile opponent, one must get close and not give them the chance to create distance.

Although Wang Ge's plan was well-designed, the young leopard's reaction and speed were faster than he had imagined. Despite being a Level 6 life form, his speed was at least at the Level 8 standard. Just as Wang Ge's hands were about to touch the young leopard's arms, the young leopard had already darted back two meters and started running around Wang Ge.

His running always kept a distance of about two meters from Wang Ge, and it was not random. He constantly adjusted his rhythm while running, seeking to align with the background music's rhythm—though he understood rhythm, he was not strong enough to do it without the music's help.

Wang Ge immediately felt a headache. To prevent the young leopard from regaining his rhythm, Wang Ge had to chase him, but the young leopard was too fast, and he couldn't catch up.

The young leopard, being a silver medal boxer, continuously taunted Wang Ge while running, trying to provoke him into losing his cool.

After failing to catch the young leopard twice, Wang Ge stopped his futile efforts. If he continued, he would not only fail to catch the young leopard but also waste his energy.

Wang Ge leaned against the ring ropes, standing still like an immovable statue, letting the young leopard run around him.

Since he couldn't stop the young leopard from finding his rhythm, he decided to let him enter it and think of a way to counter it. Wang Ge frowned, his eyes fixed on the young leopard. Since he was leaning against the ropes, the young leopard couldn't attack from behind.

But the young leopard, having regained his rhythm, moved freely, jumping and hopping around Wang Ge from a distance of about two meters, occasionally delivering a flying kick.

Wang Ge's arms, which were closed like a door, suddenly opened, ready to catch the young leopard's leg as it came.

However, the young leopard quickly changed his move, retracting his flying kick and delivering a swift kick to Wang Ge's abdomen with his other leg, then using the momentum to retreat and regain distance.

He knows how to use his advantages... Wang Ge rubbed his stomach after the young leopard retreated. The kick wasn't heavy but wasn't light either. More importantly, he was now completely on the defensive, with the young leopard having a large space to move around and attack him.

Although the young leopard's hits didn't injure Wang Ge, the fact that Wang Ge couldn't hit the young leopard was the most frustrating.

"Damn, hit him! What are you doing just standing there?"

"Calling yourself the King! I think you're just a coward!"

"Too stupid! Why the hell did I bet on you, you coward!"

The spectators began to shout in dissatisfaction, including those who had previously cheered for Wang Ge. They had little confidence in him, and seeing him on the defensive made them restless and angry.

Wang Ge, however, seemed to ignore their loud shouts and became even calmer in the midst of the insults.

Earlier, Wang Ge had tried to counter the young leopard, but now he was only defending, often failing to block the attacks, appearing to be completely at a disadvantage.

As Wang Ge was repeatedly hit, and most of the spectators turned against him, the young leopard became increasingly arrogant—super rookie, ha, just a rookie after all!

Maintaining his attack rhythm, the young leopard suddenly sprang forward like a coiled spring, his lean and well-proportioned body fully extended, like a leopard pouncing on its prey!

"Kill him! Kill him!" The spectators were instantly ignited by the young leopard's impressive pounce, waving their arms and shouting in unison without any direction.

But at that moment, Wang Ge, who had been on the defensive, suddenly made a strange move that no one, including the young leopard, had expected.

Earlier, Wang Ge had subtly adjusted his stance to a slight forward lean, with his back foot pressing against the ring post.

This subtle adjustment went unnoticed by everyone, including his opponent, the young leopard.

"Thud!"

Wang Ge kicked the ring post behind him with great force, the thickly padded post making a dull sound and sinking back, causing the ropes to tighten.

Using this powerful recoil, Wang Ge rushed forward like the wind. Although his starting speed wasn't as fast as the young leopard's, it was close.

The young leopard was taken aback but had no time to change his move, so he gritted his teeth and charged at Wang Ge, his fists raining down like a storm, delivering dozens of punches in the split second before they met!

Even though his strength wasn't great, the dozens of punches left Wang Ge's chest aching and his blood boiling, but Wang Ge didn't retreat. He spread his arms and tightly embraced the young leopard.

The young leopard panicked when he was grabbed. He was most afraid of being caught close, so he desperately kicked Wang Ge's ribs.

"Ah—" Wang Ge suddenly let out a wild roar and slammed his head into the young leopard's forehead!

The previous defensive stance was not out of cowardice but to observe and analyze the young leopard's attack rhythm. Once he understood the rhythm, the next step was to plan a counterattack that would hit the mark!

Because the young leopard was too fast, if Wang Ge's attack using the recoil failed once, the young leopard would be on guard, making it difficult to succeed again.

So Wang Ge was waiting, waiting for the perfect opportunity.

And that opportunity was now!

The young leopard's eyes were filled with stars from the impact, but he soon felt Wang Ge's arms tighten like iron chains. He struggled like a fish out of water, but to no avail. Suddenly, he heard a few crisp "crack" sounds, which he, as a boxer, knew all too well.

It was the sound of bones breaking.

Wang Ge suddenly exerted his strength, breaking several of the young leopard's ribs. Then, he bent backward, his feet firmly planted on the ring like the roots of a tree, while his waist bent like a bow. The muscles in his legs and arms, which didn't look very strong, were clearly defined like carvings, and the tendons were taut like fully drawn bowstrings!

"Bang!"

The dazed young leopard was slammed onto the ring floor by Wang Ge, who had bent backward. Although he instinctively turned his head to avoid danger, he encountered an even more dangerous situation.

"Crack" The young leopard's cervical vertebrae were snapped!

Wang Ge, using his powerful back and waist strength, straightened up like a python, grabbed the young leopard's ankles, and lifted him high. Then, like a goalkeeper kicking the ball, he delivered a powerful kick to the young leopard's stomach.

"Whoosh—"

As Wang Ge released his grip, the young leopard's body flew out of the ring like a cannonball!

The ring had a diameter of six meters, and the force of Wang Ge's kick was evident. The young leopard landed at the front of the tiered seating, and if there had been anyone in the VIP seats, they could have kicked the young leopard's head with a simple raise of their foot.

"Ugh..." The spectators, who had been shouting and cursing, suddenly fell silent. They shivered involuntarily, their raised hands frozen in the air, and their eyes wide with disbelief at the sight of the young leopard, who had been dominating the match, now lying dead before them.

The young leopard lay on his back, his chest deeply indented with a clear footprint. His lifeless eyes, still filled with the fear and disbelief of his final moments, stared blankly.

The spectators, fixed by those eyes, felt a chill run from their heads to their toes.

Wang Ge, standing in the ring, looked at the shocked spectators with a cold smile. He spat on the ring floor and, without waiting for their cheers, walked off the ring.

"Victor—King!" The referee, who was used to big scenes, was momentarily stunned. Realizing his duty, he quickly announced the victory through the microphone, his voice breaking in excitement.

"Roar—Roar—Roar—" The spectators finally reacted, their eyes red with excitement, waving their arms and howling.

They thought they had already experienced enough visual stimulation, but the sight of the body flying out of the ring was still a shock, especially since the body had been dominating the match just seconds ago. This stunning reversal sent them into a collective frenzy.

Even though Wang Ge had already disappeared into the boxer's tunnel, the spectators still chanted in unison: "King! King! King..."

In the boxer's lounge, Wang Ge shook his head with a bitter smile. Today was a losing deal. Killing the young leopard would certainly create a grudge with Er Hui. The problem was that there were no big bettors today, and he had killed someone without making much money.

As for the psychological burden of killing, Wang Ge had none.

This was the unpredictable world of underground boxing. Before stepping into the ring, Wang Ge had left his conscience with his sister.