"First up tonight is the man they call One-Punch Ming Hai! He once racked up a legendary record of fifty wins and only two losses! His last defeat sidelined him for three whole years, but tonight, he's back in the ring!"
The emcee's booming voice set the crowd on fire, instantly amping up the atmosphere.
A lean, hard-eyed man strode onto the stage, bare-chested. He looked to be in his thirties, face fierce and eyes flashing cold light as he swept his gaze around, like a predator ready to pounce at any moment.
"And in the other corner, we have Minghai City's own free-fight champion—Calvin Kwan! It's his first time stepping into our ring!"
As soon as the emcee finished, a cocky young man in his twenties swaggered onto the stage. His muscles bulged slightly under pale skin—compared to him, One-Punch Ming Hai looked almost skinny.
"So you're One-Punch Ming Hai, huh? Heard you used to be pretty tough. Think you can look down on us pro fighters? Tonight, I'll show you what real strength looks like!" Calvin Kwan sneered at Ming Hai, clearly not taking him seriously.
"One punch. I'll kill you." Ming Hai stared coldly at Calvin Kwan, his voice icy.
That one line sent the whole arena into a frenzy.
"He's actually competing?" Haiyang Sheng blinked in surprise when he saw Calvin Kwan.
"Oh? Boss Sheng, you know this guy?" Boss Long shot Haiyang Sheng a sideways glance and asked.
Haiyang Sheng nodded. "I've seen him fight before. In free-fight matches, his punches are sharp and sneaky. If he hadn't messed up in his last bout, he could've won the higher-level championship."
"But why would he show up here?"
Haiyang Sheng was genuinely puzzled.
Victor Yu spoke slowly. "Because I put out word: whoever defeats Tiger gets five million from me." He glanced at Evan, then asked curiously, "So, Evan, which of these two do you think has the better shot?"
One-Punch Ming Hai. Calvin Kwan can't last three moves against him.
Evan swept his gaze across the fighters. The moment he saw Ming Hai’s slightly raised scapula, he knew that beneath that skinny frame lay explosive power Calvin Kwan couldn’t hope to match.
"Seriously? You can tell just by looking?" Boss Long clearly didn’t buy it. "I bet Calvin can hold his own for a while."
On the ring, the match began.
Calvin Kwan sneered, then charged forward. He planted his right foot, leaped up, and whipped out a flying kick straight at Ming Hai.
The kick was lightning-fast and packed a ton of force.
"I'll drop you with one kick! Get ready to eat the floor!" Calvin Kwan roared.
Ming Hai didn’t budge. He waited until Calvin was right in front of him—then suddenly threw his right fist.
The punch was short—barely an inch of movement—but blindingly fast. It slammed straight into Calvin’s chest while he was still airborne.
Calvin’s body froze in midair. Then, with a thunderous crash, he was sent flying off the stage, landed hard below, and his head lolled to the side—completely motionless.
Silence.
Ming Hai calmly withdrew his fist as several medics rushed over to Calvin, checked his pulse and eyes, then stood up and shook their heads.
"Holy crap! He killed a guy with one punch!"
"One-Punch Ming Hai! One punch!"
"He really is the same One-Punch Ming Hai from three years ago—he’s even stronger now!"
The stands erupted as people shouted Ming Hai’s name over and over. Ming Hai himself stayed cool, swept his gaze around, and declared coldly, "This place belongs to me! Tonight, I’m taking back everything I lost! My honor is mine again—I’m back!"
Boss Long was stunned—he hadn’t expected Evan’s prediction to come true.
Haiyang Sheng glanced at Evan, his curiosity growing even deeper.
Evan had just watched someone get killed with a single punch, but didn’t look the slightest bit rattled. That kind of composure was way beyond most people his age.
The whole arena went wild. Countless spectators stared at Ming Hai on the stage, haunted by memories of the way he dominated the ring three years ago.
People were already clamoring to place new bets, and even more were hyped for the showdown between One-Punch Ming Hai and Tiger!
After that, more fighters came up, one after another.
At first, most of them looked down on Ming Hai, but true to his name, every match ended in a single punch—just like that!
Simple, direct, brutal, and clean!
"One punch! One punch!"
"One punch!"
The whole crowd was shouting Ming Hai’s name.
One challenger after another dropped, and the atmosphere hit a fever pitch, wave after wave.
Ming Hai had punched his way through every opponent, and he didn’t look the least bit tired.
After flattening the ninth guy, Ming Hai took a deep breath and glanced toward the southeast corner of the ring.
There, in a grand armchair, sat a man with a fierce, kingly aura.
Ming Hai’s underground streak: eleven straight victories. His next opponent—Tiger!
He was huge—almost two meters tall. When he stood up, he was like a mountain.
Tiger’s chest was inked with a roaring Siberian tiger, a blood-red "king" character on its forehead. His muscles had a brownish hue, looking as hard as stone.
Right now, Tiger just stared calmly at Ming Hai on the stage, meeting his gaze.
Ten opponents. Ten punches.
After that, nobody else could stand in Ming Hai’s way. Now, he was set to face Tiger head-on!
"You’re up." Ming Hai pointed straight at Tiger, and the crowd exploded like thunder.
Men roared wildly, grabbing at the women beside them, desperate for even more excitement.
Tiger’s eyes stayed calm as he slowly stood up, straight and tall.
Two meters tall, 180 kilos—he should’ve looked like a massive fat guy, but there was almost no extra flesh on him.
His muscles were dark and bulging, veins popping as he strode slowly toward the ring.
"You’re weak. The only reason you look tough is because your last opponents were even weaker." Tiger towered over Ming Hai, looking down with utter contempt.
"We’ll see about that," Ming Hai replied, voice low and eyes sharp.
Off to the side, Evan shifted in his seat. Victor Yu leaned over and quietly said, "Once they’re done, it’s your turn."