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Peter bent forward suddenly, charging ahead. Opposite him, Zhu Sheng Gou Yang San Lang immediately planted his foot on the ground, preparing to hook Peter's leg while extending his elbow towards Peter's head, a cold smirk flashing across his lips.
As a result, Peter indeed charged forward. He pushed off with his left foot, ignoring the opponent's raised elbow, and lifted his leg to deliver a powerful kick, aiming the heel of his foot directly at Zhu Sheng Gou Yang San Lang's nose. The speed was nearly simultaneous, leaving no opportunity for adjustment. His foot struck the opponent's face, and Peter could distinctly feel the resistance and soft sensation at his heel—the resistance was from the fragile bone of the opponent's nose, while the soft sensation came from it shattering upon impact.
"Ha!"
Without a referee to protect that beast, Peter couldn't be bothered to look at his fallen opponent. He quickly climbed up the Octagonal Cage, bent down to receive the National Flag handed to him by Old Father, and raised it high above his head towards the Oni spectators in attendance, letting out a loud roar.
In contrast, several medical personnel rushed into the cage with a first aid kit to attend to Zhu Sheng Gou Yang San Lang, who was convulsing and spitting blood. They worked frantically around the ring as a stretcher was swiftly brought in. Two tall medical staff carried the unconscious beast towards the ambulance waiting by the passage.
Incredible!
The live broadcast chat was flooded with comments as the Oni spectators erupted in curses. Xu Li raised his middle finger at them, grinning with delight!
At the post-match press conference, Peter firmly asserted that it was his opponent's misjudgment that led to this outcome. He claimed that his kick was originally aimed at the opponent's chest; how could he have known that he would bend over and present his face instead?
After reviewing multiple video replays from various angles, the referee confirmed Peter's account. If that beast hadn't bent over and raised his elbow, Peter's kick would have clearly struck his chest instead, likely only causing him to roll on the ground a few times.
Thus, it was unanimously determined that Peter had won without controversy!
"Ha ha! Makarov, I owe you a drink!"
Yuri looked at the amount credited to his card and took out ten thousand in cash, slipping a bill into one of the women's hands while also checking her balloon size for authenticity. Xu Li glanced at his card balance, which had more than doubled, and transferred Yuri a hundred thousand as commission.
He whispered in Yuri's ear: "You need to help me wash this money out quickly and legally; I don’t want to pay even a cent in taxes to those white folks!"
Yuri shrugged: "Well, you'll need to pay me a hefty sum for that; I’ll have to work some magic."
"Deal! After this, come to my ranch. I'll treat you to fishing, hunting, barbecuing, and drinks."
"Sounds like a plan!"
The two shook hands and headed off to a top-tier restaurant for dinner and casual conversation. After finishing his match, Peter returned to China where Xu Li and Jinling had bought him two properties: one luxury apartment for convenience when sending kids to school and one villa for weekend relaxation—somewhere he could play freely without worrying about neighbor complaints.
There was a big pregnant woman waiting at home; he needed to return and keep her company!
Shortly after the plane he was on took off, the Zhu Sheng Gou Yang San Lang suffered a nasal bone fracture that pierced his brain. Coupled with the rush of blood to his head, the doctors joyfully announced that rescue efforts had failed.
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