On the ring, One-Punch Ming Hai stood firm, Tiger loomed like a mountain, and all the spectators who had just been cheering for Ming Hai instantly fell silent.
A powerful aura, as imposing as a towering mountain, radiated from Tiger. He lowered his head and stared coldly at One-Punch Ming Hai in front of him.
One-Punch Ming Hai’s expression turned sharply serious after Tiger stepped onto the stage. He finally shifted his stance and assumed a fighting pose.
“I’ll step over your body and show everyone that I am the underground champion of Minghai City!” One-Punch Ming Hai stared at Tiger, his voice steady and fearless. He tensed every muscle, his lean frame suddenly bursting with fierce fighting spirit.
“Just you?” Tiger shook his head. “Judging by your moves, you’re using inch-force, aren’t you?”
“You rely on inch-force—quick, precise, and ruthless at close range—to take out all those guys just now. But against me, that’s your misfortune.” Tiger sneered coldly and didn’t hesitate any longer.
His body was massive, but his movements were nothing like the sluggishness of most fat guys—he was shockingly fast.
Tiger reached out with a palm as big as a fan, aiming straight for One-Punch Ming Hai’s neck.
A sharp glint flashed in Ming Hai’s eyes as he roared in anger.
“Bring it on!”
Everyone saw Ming Hai’s body suddenly drop lower. He easily dodged Tiger’s palm, and in the next instant, appeared under Tiger’s right elbow. Clenching his fist, Ming Hai gave Tiger a sly smirk, locked his gaze on Tiger’s right chest, and then unleashed a ferocious punch.
“Go down!”
Tiger’s voice was rough, almost tearing at the air. His fist sliced through the space, and even from far away, the crowd could feel the power behind that punch.
It was a punch that seemed capable of shattering anything!
Could he really keep his one-punch legend going against Tiger?
In the stands, countless spectators shot to their feet, craning forward—mouths agape, eyes wide, staring intently at the scene.
Everyone had witnessed Tiger’s strength—this guy was practically a walking weapon!
Bang!
He hit!
One-Punch Ming Hai’s fist landed perfectly on Tiger’s heart!
"Is Tiger really about to lose his legendary eleven-win streak tonight?!"
One-Punch Ming Hai gazed at his fist, still pressed against Tiger's heart, a cocky grin curling his lips. In his mind, he could already see that five-million-yuan check, the shower of flowers, and the thunderous applause waiting for him!
However...
"Too weak. I already told you—the only reason you ever looked strong was because your opponents were all too weak."
Tiger lowered his head, expressionless, his calm eyes locking onto One-Punch Ming Hai, whose fist still hadn't pulled back.
"Impossible!"
One-Punch Ming Hai stared at Tiger’s face, still totally unfazed. A chill shot through him—he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
He trusted his inch-punch completely—the explosive force packed into that tiny space was what made One-Punch Ming Hai a one-punch legend in the underground!
But just as One-Punch Ming Hai sensed something was wrong and tried to pull back, Tiger’s massive palm—which had seemed to miss—suddenly snapped back with a vengeance.
Tiger’s right wrist whipped around, slapping the back of One-Punch Ming Hai’s head.
One-Punch Ming Hai let out a muffled grunt, his vision went black, and Tiger grabbed him by the throat, hoisting him high into the air like he weighed nothing.
Everyone watched as One-Punch Ming Hai’s body soared to the peak of its arc, hung there for half a heartbeat, then plummeted straight down.
Just as One-Punch Ming Hai was about to hit the ground, Tiger lashed out with a savage kick, his foot smashing into One-Punch Ming Hai’s waist.
The impact was monstrous.
A second ago, One-Punch Ming Hai was certain he’d win; now, Tiger’s brutal kick sent him flying, crashing straight off the ring like a ragdoll.
Bang!
When One-Punch Ming Hai crashed to the floor, everyone stared—he was hacking up blood, totally motionless. The crowd was stunned into silence.
"One-Punch Ming Hai... lost."
"He landed the hit! But Tiger—he’s just a monster!"
Tiger stood atop the ring, his cold gaze sweeping over One-Punch Ming Hai like a proud king surveying his conquered domain.
Twelve straight wins!
Finally, Tiger shot a look at Victor Yu, sneering with utter disdain.
He came here to smash the place. Honestly, this level of underground fighting was beneath Tiger's notice.
Against One-Punch Ming Hai, Tiger hadn’t even used a tenth of his true power.
"This round—Tiger wins!"
The host clutched the mic, voice trembling as he announced the result.
Tiger kept a stony face, ready to leave the stage.
But! As announced earlier, tonight's mystery guest will appear! He will—he will end Tiger’s win streak!
Cold sweat beaded on the host’s forehead—he’d just been ordered backstage to say that line.
"Huh?" Tiger frowned, eyes flashing with menace as he glared at the host.
The host nearly collapsed under Tiger’s glare, legs turning to jelly.
"Mystery guest? Wasn’t the mystery guest supposed to be One-Punch Ming Hai?"
Yeah, I thought the mystery guest was One-Punch Ming Hai too!
He used to be the king of the underground ring—he just made his comeback, so who else could it be?
The audience erupted in a storm of heated debate.
Who could possibly be stronger than One-Punch Ming Hai? No way I’m buying it.
Where’s this mystery guest? I don’t see anyone stepping up—is he scared out of his wits after seeing Tiger go all out?
Probably! After seeing Tiger fight for real, who’d be dumb enough to stand up to him? That guy’s an absolute beast!
Many craned their necks, eager to see the mystery guest finally show.
Tiger stood arms crossed, looking bored and impatient.
"Mystery guest?" Haiyang Sheng frowned, glancing at Victor Yu—Yu looked calm, but Boss Long was grinning from ear to ear.
Could anyone really beat Tiger?
Haiyang Sheng was skeptical. From Tiger’s brief display, he could tell no ordinary fighter could shake him.
Tiger’s rampage had already cost Victor Yu’s Imperial Grand a fortune.
Just as Haiyang Sheng waited for the next move, Evan Lin—who’d been sitting quietly—finally stood up, grabbed a glass of water, and took a sip to clear his throat.
"Evan, where are you going?" Haiyang Sheng blurted out. "It’s way too dangerous here. If you want to leave, let’s go together later."
The whole arena was at a fever pitch—anything could break out at any moment.
Haiyang Sheng felt uneasy seeing Evan leave his seat. As Evan’s elder, he couldn’t help but worry something might happen.
"Right now, I’m not Evan Lin. I’m Lin Jiuxuan."
Evan Lin glanced at Haiyang Sheng, gave a faint smile, set down his water, and strode calmly toward the ring.