Chapter 604: Chapter 604

Haxin's eyes carried disdain, his face full of arrogance.

"I, Haxin, have won 199 matches without a single loss. You're very lucky to become the witness of my 200th. I will use the fresh blood of you Chinese, and your pitiful wails, to celebrate my 200th victory," he declared.

At this moment, the atmosphere under the ring had reached its pinnacle, Haxin's fans screaming his name hysterically.

"Haxin, kill this Chinese bugger."

"Let him know that our Thai Boxing is the world's number one martial art."

The entire arena was enveloped in a frenzy; in the eyes of the people, this frail Chinese man had no chance of fighting back against Haxin. They seemed to have already foreseen the gruesome scene of Lin Chen's bones being crushed.

The Chinese martial artists watched Lin Chen nervously; this young man before them was their only hope. Otherwise, Chinese kung fu would truly become the laughingstock of the world.

From the VIP seats, Pan Jing watched the scene unfold with immense nervousness, knowing that it was because of her that Lin Chen was standing in the ring.

At the thought that Lin Chen might die up there because of her, tears started to form in the corners of Pan Jing's eyes.

"Pan Jing, this is a match without any suspense. You will ultimately become my woman," said Yuri coldly.

On the ring, Lin Chen gave a faint smile, "199 wins, what a pity. Haxin, you won't have the chance to break through to 200 because you will die here today, and with your blood, I will show those who dare to belittle China: those who insult China shall be killed without mercy."

Lin Chen's words were like a thunderclap, igniting fury in the eyes of all the T-countrymen present.

"Haxin, you must kill this arrogant Chinese pig."

"Yes, smash his skull, tear him to pieces, and show him the consequences of running wild on our T-country soil."

Haxin emitted an incredibly fierce killing intent, "Kid, you're good at talking, aren't you? I'll rip your mouth apart, tear you to shreds. I will step over the blood of you Chinese and become the world's strongest fighter."

As his words fell, Haxin let out a roar, and like lightning, with an overwhelming momentum, he threw his fist towards Lin Chen.

Lin Chen snorted coldly and, instead of retreating, moved forward, throwing his fist at Haxin as well.

"Idiot, daring to clash with Haxin head-on, he's asking for death."

"I thought this kid had some skills, but turns out he's just a bragger."

"It seems Haxin can end the fight with just one strike."

In the fighting world, Haxin was known as the Iron Fist; there was literally no one who dared to trade blows with him.

Because anyone who clashed fists directly with him almost always had their hand bones shattered and were knocked out instantly.

It was said that one of Haxin's punches could directly kill an elephant, such was the weight of his fists.

As the fists of the two were about to collide, a look of mockery and disdain appeared on the T-countrymen's faces.

They were looking forward to the bloody scene of Lin Chen's hand bones shattering.

At this moment, the Chinese contestants were all pale as death; they had held onto a sliver of hope for Lin Chen.

But seeing Lin Chen recklessly trading blows with Haxin, despair was written all over their faces.

Pan Jing stared tightly at the ring; her heart was almost leaping out of her chest.

Haxin stood at 1.9 meters tall, with a burly figure, while Lin Chen was at 1.82 meters, slim and slender. The two colliding was like a tank crashing into a bicycle.

Seeing Lin Chen daring to meet his blows directly, a fierce look crossed Haxin's face, "Kid, trading punches with me is the stupidest choice you've made. I'll start by smashing your hand bones!"

With a muffled sound, their fists collided.

The moment their fists struck each other, two streams of force burst forth from the tips of their fists, penetrating into each other's bodies.

However, what happened next left everyone dumbfounded.

Accompanied by the sound of breaking bones, a figure was sent flying backwards and heavily smashed into the ground, looking extremely miserable with his entire right fist and right arm completely shattered.

But the person was not who people thought was Lin Chen; it was instead Haxin.

The arena fell dead silent, as everyone stared in disbelief at the scene, their faces showing expressions of utter shock.

In fact, they were all too familiar with this scene; however, the one with the broken arm had always been Haxin's opponent, making this moment seem like a dream to them.

Haxin felt his right arm was completely useless as he endured the intense pain from his arm and stared blankly at Lin Chen.

When their fists had collided moments before, he felt an incredible surge of Inner Strength flood into his body instantaneously, a power that first shattered his right fist and then relentlessly destroyed his entire right arm.

"Impossible, impossible, how could I be beaten so miserably by a Huaxia kid," Haxin thought, with madness flashing across his face.

Enduring the pain, he charged at Lin Chen like a tank at full throttle.

This move was also one of Haxin's specialties; he had countless times relied on his robust physique to crush his opponents to death.

This time, Lin Chen stood his ground, calmly watching Haxin as he lunged towards him.

"What is he doing? Is he really planning to stand there and block Haxin's shoulder charge?"

"This kid is way too arrogant. The force of Haxin's charge is comparable to that of a wild buffalo in a frenzy."

A fierce and insane look crossed Haxin's face as he pounced towards Lin Chen.

However, when he saw the smirk on Lin Chen's lips, a shiver of fear came over him.

Thud! Haxin's body finally collided heavily with the right palm Lin Chen had extended.

Under the force of the heavy impact, Lin Chen's right arm swung back sharply, then suddenly sprang forward and forcefully slapped onto Haxin's chest.

If Xu Ye were here, he would have been astounded, for Lin Chen was using their Tai Chi supreme technique, the Tai Chi Palm.

Bang! Accompanied by the sound of breaking bones, Haxin's body was once again repelled by a miraculous force.

He was thrown four or five meters away, crashing heavily onto the ground.

"What... what kind of martial art is this? He hardly seemed to use any force, and yet he sent Haxin flying!"

The T country people wore befuddled expressions, looking at each other, unable to comprehend how their War God-like Haxin could be so easily defeated today.

However, an even more despairing scene awaited them.

Haxin had just staggered to his feet when Lin Chen's figure, swift as lightning, charged forward.

One martial arts move after another left the T country people dazzled as Haxin was forced to retreat again and again.

Each punch broke one of Haxin's ribs, each palm strike ruptured his internal organs, and even the Huaxia martial artists below the platform were stunned.

"How can Lin Chen know the techniques of so many sects, and use them to such a masterful level?"

At this moment, the entire arena fell into an eerie silence, all T country people stood, utterly shocked by the dazzling display of techniques from Lin Chen, as if they had been stunned into stupidity.