Chapter 16: Fist of the North Star

"Try my Antarctic waterfowl fist!"

Bang!

On the small ring, a tall and strong young man just put on a full posture and roared, and a small fist appeared in front of him, and then fell to the ground with a bang. Although the referee's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, he still announced the result.

"The winner of this game, Lu En!"

There was an uproar again in the audience.

"Damn it, it's just a kid!"

"So strong, another one-punch solution!"

"Is our Elite Fighting Club going to fall into the hands of this kid today?"

Since Lu En knocked out the unknown young man with one punch, everyone knew that this was not a joke. This guy who looked thin and weak, and immature like a student was really here to challenge the club. The crowd was immediately excited and treated Lu En with the mentality of a real fighter.

The ring, contract, referee, and competition rules are all available, but compared with other sports, the rules of fighting are much simpler. It is just not allowed to attack the vital points such as the Yin eyes, and any other moves can be used.

So Lu En had the honor to see the Antarctic Waterbird Fist, Extreme Fighting, Dean Fighting and fighting martial arts with obvious oriental characteristics, such as Sky-tearing Claw and Tiger Fist. Unfortunately, no one could survive three moves under him.

This is certainly because Lu En is strong and can be called a crushing force, but most of the reason is that the opponent is too weak and only has a good appearance.

In fact, after knocking down two people with two punches, Lu En came to his senses. He was looking for Li Kui but met Li Gui. Although it is called Elite Fighting Club, it is actually just a place similar to a club created by some rich second-generation young men and women who are keen on fighting for their own entertainment.

In other words, this is a gathering place for a group of fighting enthusiasts.

No wonder the outside propaganda only gives 10,000 yuan for winning a game. Lu En has heard about the appearance fees of some well-known fighters. The minimum for a fight is one million. In a duel between the top fighters of the Federation and Shane broadcasted on TV two years ago, it is said that the appearance fees of both parties have exceeded nine figures, which is an astronomical figure.

A bounty of 10,000 yuan can only be obtained by winning. Really capable fighters will naturally not be taken seriously, and even if they are taken seriously, they are not necessarily opponents of these enthusiasts. Occasionally, they can satisfy their psychological desire for excitement. Who knew that Lu En would suddenly appear and crush everyone below. How could this be embarrassing?

"Anyone else?"

Lu En stood on the ring and looked down at everyone. Everyone avoided his eyes, especially the young men with bruised faces below. They couldn't help but show fear on their faces. This was the power that was created by punching, which added a bit of glory to him.

"Damn it!"

Someone spoke unwillingly, and looked around to see if there were any warriors who stood up to continue the challenge. However, there were many people around him who were gritting their teeth and looking indignant, but no one moved. The main reason was that Lu En won too easily before. Everyone in the field knew their own strength very well. At the beginning, those few were already the top few in the fighting club. Going up would be a humiliation.

Being defeated in two moves, the physical pain is secondary, it is really too hurtful to one's self-esteem.

"If there is no one, start paying!"

Lu En's face remained calm, and he was actually relieved. Although the opponent had the advantage in age and size, he always felt like he was bullying a child after fighting one after another, which was embarrassing.

"Okay, we will transfer the money to your card!"

The young man with a buzz cut below gritted his teeth, stood up from his chair, and said to Lu En. He was the third to go on stage, so he naturally had some money in his hand. It was not a problem to deal with three or five people at ordinary times, but he only took two moves from Lu En.

"Cash, I'm in a hurry." Lu En's face did not change, but he actually didn't have a card at all.

"I have it!"

The young man with a buzz cut was also able to take it and put it down. Soon someone handed him a card from the side, and he threw it to Lu En.

"There are 100,000 yuan in it, and the remaining 50,000 yuan is my personal gift. In addition, if you are willing to join our fighting club, I will pay you another 100,000 yuan every month!"

"President!"

"I don't agree!"

Some people next to him were very angry. Lu En trampled on their dignity this time, and he also offered a high salary to invite him to join the fighting club. This made many students unacceptable and there was an uproar!

"Sorry, I'm not interested." Lu En took the card and put it in his pocket, jumped off the ring, and the surrounding students immediately parted ways and watched him leave.

"What kind of fighting technique do you use!"

The young man with a crew cut shouted unwillingly behind him.

Lu En turned his back to the crowd and curled his lips.

Fighting technique?

He was just relying on his superhuman physical fitness to crush the opponent. Suddenly, a sense of evilness surged in his heart, and he uttered four words:

"Fist of the North Star!"

"Coach Moss, the kid has left."

In a room in the side hall of the fighting club, a burly man stood with his hands behind his back. He pushed the door open and a student walked in and said softly.

"Hmm!" Moss snorted coldly, turned his head and said with a cold face: "I usually ask you to practice diligently, but you don't listen. How do you feel standing on the stage today?"

The students' faces suddenly showed anger and humiliation, their fists clenched, and even a little dissatisfaction in their tone: "Since the coach has arrived a long time ago, why didn't you go up and beat this kid? He made us embarrassed. Just now, two students have applied to quit the club."

"It's better not to have such a waste!"

Moss's words made the students glare at him even more, but Moss ignored him and walked straight to the door: "Knowing shame leads to courage. I deliberately didn't take action just to make you feel shame, so as to stimulate your potential. But I am your coach, and I have to help you get back the place you lost!"

"I will let that kid come back and apologize to you!"

The students behind him suddenly realized, their expressions lifted, and their eyes looking at Moss had turned into admiration.

Moss strode out of the fighting club, then took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed a number: "Kenny, bring some junior brothers over."

In fact, a lot of what Moss said to the students was nonsense. The real reason why he didn't take action was only one, he was not sure of defeating Lu En.

Unlike these half-baked fighting enthusiasts, Moss, whose strength was infinitely close to that of a fighter, saw at a glance that the so-called Fist of the North Star was simply nonsense. The opponent relied purely on brute force to crush. When the strength reached a certain level, there was no need for skills. Why should he spend more effort on a problem that could be solved with a slap?

It would be fine if he won on stage. If he didn't win, he would have no face to stay in the fighting club. But if he did nothing, it would also cause dissatisfaction among the students. These rich second-generations were simply a gold mine. They were extremely enthusiastic about fighting and willing to spend money. How could Moss be willing to give up?

Cutting off someone's wealth was like killing their parents. Moss didn't care about much. Since he was not sure about one person, he would call a few more. No matter how strong he was, two fists could not beat four hands.

Moss was full of confidence.