Chapter 603: Chapter 603

As another Martial Artist of Huaxia fell, the atmosphere in the arena grew even more explosive.

"Huaxia pigs, do you see? This is what you call fighting."

"Haha, your fancy moves and embroidered kicks are better suited for performance!"

Those T-country people spat toward the Huaxia Martial Artists' rest area, making insulting gestures, until a Huaxia boxer, unable to bear it any longer, leaped into the ring.

This Huaxia Martial Artist was named Sun Tao, known as the top figure in Huaxia's free combat with an impressive record of 236 wins and 1 draw.

Looking at Sun Tao, Hasin wore a scornful expression.

"You Huaxia people really aren't afraid of dying, one goes down and another pops up. Is it because you have so many people? You're as worthless as pigs and dogs. Who else wants to die? Come up together, save me the trouble of killing you one by one."

Hasin's tone was arrogant; he simply didn't take these Huaxia Martial Artists seriously.

"Kid, don't get cocky, your grandpa is here." Just then, another Huaxia Martial Artist jumped onto the ring.

This Martial Artist was named Meng Yong, a Martial Monk, the new champion of Huaxia's Sanda.

Looking at the two Martial Artists standing in front of him, a fierce smile appeared on Hasin's face.

"Alright, since you're courting death, I'll grant it. But before you die, I want you to kneel before me and admit that Huaxia martial arts are trash."

With that, Hasin pounced on the two men like a tiger descending the mountain.

The two Huaxia Martial Artists' gazes sharpened as they positioned themselves, one on the left and the other on the right, facing Hasin.

Fists and feet clashed on the ring, but just one round in, the two Huaxia Martial Artists were already forced to retreat step by step.

Hasin was too fierce, his attacks both vicious and ruthless, and the two had already sustained several wounds.

After three rounds, the two Huaxia Martial Artists were in a sorry state, with four or five broken bones each and their bodies splattered with blood.

However, their eyes showed determination, not a hint of retreat. Clenching their teeth, they launched their attacks at Hasin.

"Huaxia shall not be insulted, let's go for broke." Sun Tao leaped into the air, his flying kick aiming for Hasin's chest.

On the other side, Meng Yong also threw a heavy punch at Hasin's face.

At that moment, the two Huaxia Martial Artists had forgotten about life and death; their only thought was to fight for Huaxia's Martial Artists.

Their attacks were desperate, ready to face death. Even if it killed them, they were determined to wound this devil and win some dignity for their people.

With two muffled sounds, their attacks both hit their target, but as they were caught up in their triumph, their expressions suddenly changed.

The struck Hasin was like a monster, completely unfazed; with a fierce look on his face, he reached out and grabbed their throats, lifting them into the air.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

With muffled thuds, the two Huaxia Martial Artists were slammed to the ground by Hasin, who held them by the neck as if they were sandbags.

"One time, two times, three times!"

By now, the two Huaxia Martial Artists were unrecognizable, their bodies almost completely broken, turned into two bloody figures.

Hasin threw the two onto the ring and snorted coldly, lifting them up again.

"Kneel and tell the whole crowd that Huaxia martial arts are trash, and T-country people are your grandfathers in Huaxia, and I'll spare your lives."

"To hell with you, the people of Huaxia are your grandfathers. Just kill us, and in twenty years, we'll be heroes again," Sun Tao said through clenched teeth and labored breath.

"You're asking for it!"

Haxin kicked Sun Tao's lower leg, and with the sound of bones shattering, his leg bent instantly into a horrific curve, with the ghastly white bone even piercing through.

"Will you kneel or not, will you call me grandpa?" Haxin barked at Meng Yong nearby.

"Puh!" A mouthful of bloody saliva hit Haxin's face.

"The people of Huaxia may be killed but not humiliated; grandson, if you have the guts, kill me today," Sun Tao said through gritted teeth, enduring the pain.

A ferocious expression surfaced on Haxin's face, his eyes erupting with a murderous intent, "Good, Huaxia pigs, since you wish to die, I will smash your skulls so you won't have a complete corpse."

As his words fell, Haxin's fists, carrying the sound of the wind, smashed toward the heads of the two Huaxia martial artists lying on the ground.

Watching this scene, the Huaxia martial artists below couldn't bear it and closed their eyes, knowing that the heads of the two hit by Haxin's iron fists would surely be smashed beyond recognition.

The T-country spectators, on the other hand, were ecstatic.

"Kill him, kill these two Huaxia pigs."

"Smash their skulls, let them know the consequences of defying us T-country people!"

These T-country people, faces alight with excitement, fixed their gaze on the boxing ring, waiting to see the bloody spectacle of Haxin smashing the brains of the Huaxia martial artists.

Sensing the fist wind scraping over their heads, both Huaxia martial artists closed their eyes.

With determined expressions on their faces, and not a hint of cowardice, they were prepared to trade their lives for Huaxia's dignity, unafraid even in death!

Just as that bloodstained fist was about to hit the two, it suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Haxin was taken aback, how could his punch possibly be caught by someone.

At that moment, the crowd around the ring was equally startled, as they saw a frail-looking young man appear on the ring, and what was even more astounding was that he clamped onto Haxin's fist tightly like a vice.

Haxin's face twisted into a snarl, his eyes showing disbelief.

How could this young man, so frail, stop my iron fist? Yet even with all his might, his fist could not advance an inch.

"Your opponent now is me; I will show you what Huaxia martial arts is," Lin Chen said coldly.

Haxin's expression darkened like still water as he withdrew his fist, "Kid, who the hell are you?"

"Just a nameless nobody from Huaxia," Lin Chen replied indifferently.

At this moment, several Huaxia martial artists rushed onto the platform and carried Sun Tao and Meng Yong down from the ring.

As he passed by Lin Chen, Sun Tao suddenly grabbed Lin Chen's hand, "Brother, you must teach this bastard a lesson, avenge our Huaxia martial artists."

"Please!" Meng Yong also said through clenched teeth.

Lin Chen nodded, "Don't worry, those who insult Huaxia, shall be killed without mercy."

Having said that, Lin Chen's gaze coldly fixed on Haxin, "You insulted Huaxia, murdered my Huaxia martial artists, you deserve death. I will smash your skull and let you know what it means to die without a whole corpse!"

As soon as Lin Chen's words came out, the entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

"This kid is too arrogant, didn't the host just say he's an amateur? How dare he be so rampant in front of Haxin."

"Hahaha, is this kid out of his mind? He thinks he can kill Haxin?"

"This kid must be crazy, who does he think he is?"

"Let Haxin tear him to pieces in a bit, and he'll know the might of our Muay Thai."

The entire arena was filled with jeers; in their eyes, Lin Chen was just an ant, absurdly trying to shake a towering tree.

Haxin's eyes also burst with murderous intent, "Kid, I've killed more Huaxia martial artists than I can count; today I'll give you a special treatment. I will shatter your bones one by one and make your life worse than death!"