Supremely Talented Tyrant

"Hao Jian, this foreigner is so infuriating!"

Lin Qingxue, sitting in the audience, looked at that Cliff in the ring, extremely arrogant, her pretty face showing some discontent.

After all, this is Huaxia and not his Russia. Yet, this foreigner was spouting nonsense here, making her particularly angry.

She wasn't a die-hard nationalist, but anyone would be angry seeing a foreigner insulting their people on their own land, right?

Unless that person doesn't regard this ethnicity as their own!

"It's fine."

Reaching over to gently rub Lin Qingxue's hair, Hao Jian smiled, his gaze slightly lowered, looking at that Cliff in the ring, a faint cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Hao Jian seldom visited such underground boxing gyms, and wasn't familiar with the standards here, but seeing this foreigner now, Cliff's standards weren't very high either.

For someone who directly insults the country, Hao Jian could handle it, and usually would, since in this country, Hao Jian was also among them.

And as a Guardian, don't forget, the protector of Huaxia is his woman, and when it comes to defending Huaxia, Hao Jian never holds back, even if the benefits are small, he still does it.

Now this Cliff, had already touched some lines, but it was fortunate that this guy was just all talk, and hadn't actually harmed anyone, otherwise, Hao Jian would have already rushed up to take this guy down.

But because of these words as a premise, Hao Jian's feelings towards this Cliff were particularly unpleasant.

"Haha, look, isn't someone already going up to teach him a lesson?"

Suddenly, Hao Jian pointed to the boxing ring, where Zhao Wei, wearing a vest and shorts, muscles bursting, walked out from a corner of the boxing ring, surrounded by a few assistants, stepping onto the ring.

Coming to the ring, Zhao Wei clenched his bandaged fists, looking at Cliff with full disdain: "So I heard you, white ghost, are here to crash the place?"

"Before crashing the place, have you ever heard of the name Zhao Wei! I am the champion of the underground boxing match in Hua City, Zhao Wei!"

Saying this, Zhao Wei arrogantly lifted his head, and the direction of his gaze, whether intentionally or unintentionally, seemed to be towards Lin Qingxue.

Narrowing his eyes slightly, Zhao Wei saw Lin Qingxue in the audience, and the corners of his mouth suddenly curved into a smug smile. The main reason he went onto the stage was to show his bravery and strength to Lin Qingxue.

If he could gracefully defeat this Cliff, he could make an impression in front of Lin Qingxue, and this impression would leave a deep mark in her mind.

He didn't believe Lin Qingxue wouldn't be angry at Cliff's arrogance, and if there was anger, then it would be easier to handle. After dealing with the guy, Lin Qingxue would also be grateful to him.

"Zhao Wei? Never heard of him!"

Seeing Zhao Wei coming up, Cliff still wore a disdainful face, arms crossed in front of his chest, looking down at Zhao Wei because of his height.

Speaking of which, Zhao Wei wasn't short, standing at one meter eighty-five, plus his robust physique, drawing a lot of attention wherever he went.

But now he encountered a foreigner even more robust and two heads taller, which made Zhao Wei's face look a bit unsightly.

He was always the one looking down on others, and now being underestimated by this outsider?! Didn't this guy know he was the boxing champion?!

"Arrogant!"

Zhao Wei roared, but due to lack of a referee's command, he couldn't attack the guy, and could only stare angrily at Cliff with furious eyes.

"That's because I have the capital to be arrogant!"

Since he dared to cause trouble in Huaxia, Cliff's proficiency in Chinese wasn't bad; at least he could understand a lot of Mandarin, though speaking it, he might only manage a few sentences of clumsy Mandarin.

As a Russian, Cliff wanted to use Russian to confront Zhao Wei, but he assumed Zhao Wei wouldn't understand, so he used English to communicate with Zhao Wei.

And Zhao Wei, being of Boxing King caliber, could manage to understand and speak some daily English.

"Both fighters, please prepare!"

Just then, the referee's voice interrupted their confrontation, and with no choice, Zhao Wei coldly snorted and returned to his position.

As for Cliff, the challenger, he disregarded the referee's words and remained standing in the ring, not intending to go to his position.

This was also normal; he had come to Huaxia to challenge various underground boxing champions alone, without any assistants.

It was hard for him to find time to rest, not to mention, given Cliff's arrogance and strength here, he disdained resting, as in his view, Huaxia people were all easy to defeat.

"That bastard!"

In the resting area, Zhao Wei saw Cliff's arrogance and looked furious; this was blatant disrespect!

He didn't rest either, directly standing up from his seat. Since Cliff didn't rest, as the boxing champion of this gym, how could he lag behind and give ground for criticism?

"We can start!"

Zhao Wei didn't want to appear inferior to Cliff. After all, in the audience, someone he cared about was present, and though that person didn't care about him, whether for that woman or his reputation, he couldn't continue to rest!

"Are you sure?"

The referee, who belonged to the boxing gym, looked worried seeing Zhao Wei get up, as he knew the foreigner's strength. It's not that he doubted Zhao Wei's strength, as Zhao Wei was strong enough to win the Hua City underground boxing championship.

Just worried about insufficient rest, giving this foreigner a chance, a chance to defeat him.

"Confirmed."

Zhao Wei glanced at the referee, looked at Cliff, and a cold smirk appeared on his lips. He slowly walked into the ring, stopping in front of Cliff.

"Foreigner, soon I'll let you experience what Huaxia people's boxing really is!"

"Well, I should give it a try!"

Cliff smiled without any courtesy, his tone devoid of respect, instead carrying mockery: "I hope you won't be like those weaklings who are dealt with in a few moves!"

"I won't be."

Zhao Wei stared at Cliff, his anger rising. This guy really didn't give him any face!

Soon I'll let you know what pain feels like, I must make you beg for mercy on the ground!

Looking at Cliff, Zhao Wei thought with intense resentment, clenching his fist tightly.

"Boxing King! Boxing King! Boxing King!"

"Boxing King, come on! You absolutely cannot lose!"

"Give this foreigner a good beating! Vent our anger!"

Zhao Wei's appearance energized many in the audience, who screamed crazily like awakened roosters.

"Start!"

The referee watched both sides get ready, counted down three seconds, then swiftly left, moving to the corner.

"Boom!"

With the referee's voice fading, Zhao Wei rushed out with precise timing, throwing his fist towards Cliff without hesitation, causing a gentle wind to whistle from the friction in the air.

Seeing this, Cliff raised his hand to block, intercepting Zhao Wei's attack.

"No strength."

Cliff flicked his hand and suddenly smirked coldly: "Weak!"

"Boom!"

Twisting his body, Cliff blocked Zhao Wei's offensive, then swiftly sidestepped behind him, raising both fists. In Zhao Wei's startled gaze, he smashed them heavily onto his body!

"Agh!"

The merciless force poured directly onto Zhao Wei, causing him to spew blood with a sharp burst, flying out amidst the crowd's gasps.

"Tap!"

Feet quickly touched the ground; Zhao Wei forcibly steadied his body, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face pale as he looked at Cliff, lips trembling: "So...so strong!"

"However...I can try!"

Cliff's punch had made Zhao Wei exert fifty percent energy to counter, and the pain in his back hadn't ceased in waves.

"Whoosh!"

Zhao Wei had just steadied himself, intending to further probe Cliff, when a sound of something breaking through the air suddenly came, making Zhao Wei tremble. Cliff appeared beside Zhao Wei, casting his fist with strong force, continuing the onslaught.

"Boom!"

His form flew out backward, Zhao Wei's face pale, horrified as he landed on the ground. How could Cliff be so strong?!

"Huaxia people? Haha! How weak are Huaxia people?!"

Cliff landed, slowly stood up, looking towards Zhao Wei with ridicule on his face: "You call yourself the Boxing King? In my view, you're not as good as the ones I defeated before!"

"Is there no one else in Huaxia?! Always sending out these weaklings!"

Cliff's words were mercilessly insulting, denigrating, thoroughly scolding all the Huaxia people present.

This naturally included Hao Jian and others, but at this moment, instead of being angry, they showed increasingly dangerous expressions.

Fixating on Cliff, Hao Jian's eyes unmoving, accepting Cliff's arrogance thoroughly.

Of course, earlier Lin Qingxue had already tried to persuade him to help in the ring, but Hao Jian didn't give a definitive answer. After all, the only chance to let Cliff abandon Zhao Wei and have someone else in the ring was right now.

This chance is for Cliff to swiftly defeat Zhao Wei in the ring. Even if he can't knock him out, at least he needs to make him surrender.

"Damn!"

Humiliated by this foreigner, Zhao Wei's face was incredibly grim.