Chapter 6: Unrestricted Level Combat

Zhao Ziyang shook his head vigorously to dispel the feeling of dizziness, then turned to Daofeng and asked, "Where is his weakness?"

The astonished mercenaries in the audience could no longer prevent this unrestricted level of combat, nor did they have the authority to do so; the essence of unrestricted levels signifies the loss of control over life and death

The creature before me is nothing short of a terrifying giant monster, with an arm as thick as my thigh, its bulging muscles evoking thoughts of a ferocious dinosaur.

With a pair of beautiful eyes, the spirit fox stared at Daofeng for a long time, gently shook its head, and walked away, leaving Daofeng feeling quite perplexed

The fist, resembling a vinegar jar, traced the optimal arc in the air and fiercely thrust towards Zhao Ziyang's chest. The sharp whistling sound of the fist slicing through the air made everyone acutely aware of the terrifying nature of this punch

"A draw?" Blade was taken aback.

He is betting on an underdog; a Chinese boy cannot afford to lose. If he loses, it would truly be a significant loss for him

Omo was clearly enraged by Zhao Ziyang's actions, letting out a beast-like roar towards the sky

Omo's unyielding chest was struck solidly by Zhao Ziyang, producing a dull sound

The situation before us is quite clear; how could a picked-up kid possibly stand a chance against Omo? Not to mention anything else, just Omo's body, which is comparable to that of a polar bear, could crush him to death. This duel holds no suspense whatsoever.

A furious roar erupted from Zhao Ziyang's mouth as he desperately twisted his waist, using the strength of his torso to violently twist Omo's neck with his legs, aiming to snap Omo's neck.

Oh my, my little white mouse! The spirit fox let out a cry of anguish, covering its eyes, unable to bear the sight of Zhao Ziyang's sternum being brutally crushed by Omo.

Bang

Hehe... the spirit fox unceremoniously collected the money on the table and boldly reached into the pocket of the knife's coat

The opponent is an absolute power-type player, and attacking their strengths with one's own weaknesses is definitely not a good idea

... ...

"A draw, could it be that the great Las Vegas gambling god does not dare to take bets?" Seth uttered with a mocking tone

Staring at the fist coming towards him from the opponent, Zhao Ziyang licked his lips fiercely and continued to charge straight ahead.

Roar

Zhao Ziyang knew that he was fundamentally on a different level than the other party, and a single punch had nearly taken half of his life, which illustrates just how formidable the opponent truly was

After stating the rules, Blade quickly jumped down to the boxing ring, waving his arms and letting out an excited roar: "Special forces, defeat the clumsy bear Omo, Chinese Kung Fu, awoo..."

At this moment, Daofeng was simply overjoyed, knowing that he was certain to win. The special forces possessed Chinese martial arts, how could they possibly lose

Hahaha ... ... losing money, losing money

Zhao Ziyang, standing in the ring facing Omo, did not hear this statement at all; he was entirely in a combat state, fixating intently on his opponent before him

"Hehehe, special forces, you cannot be defeated like this. Where is your Chinese martial arts? Hurry up and get up, use your Chinese martial arts to defeat Aomo. You must stand up like a man. Quickly, stand up and defeat that big bear Aomo, let him know the power of Chinese martial arts!" Daofeng was anxious and kept shouting in Zhao Ziyang's ear.

He carefully scrutinized Omo once again and found, just as the blade had said, that the Russian bear opposite him indeed had no weaknesses to speak of. Every vulnerable area was enveloped in solid muscle, even the muscles at the very bottom of the ribcage were defined. Attempting to knock the opponent down with sheer strength was nothing but a pipe dream.

Understood. Zhao Ziyang nodded, forcefully spitting out a mouthful of blood, and turned to face Omo standing there

A burst of laughter immediately erupted from the audience, as Omo's body did not sway at all; it seemed as if Zhao Ziyang had merely scratched him playfully with that punch

Hey, hey, hey, wait a moment, wait a moment, the match is not over yet, you cannot act like robbers!" Daofeng, feeling anxious, forcefully pulled Linghu's hand out of his pocket and dashed to the edge of the ring beside Zhao Ziyang.

Remember, this is an unrestricted level of combat. The Blade shouted loudly to the two on the ring: "The rule is... there are no rules, begin!"

Faced with the almost overwhelming presence of the Blade, Swart did not hesitate to pull out his checkbook and write down a number equal to that of the Blade, indicating that he was betting against it

The blade that was asked merely shrugged its shoulders and frowned, uttering, "Oh, sorry, his weakness is that he has no weakness."

The narrator notes that these mercenaries also look down on Zhao Ziyang, as the outcome is already clearly determined; he cannot possibly be a match for Omo.

The mercenaries in the audience laughed upon hearing these words; they did not believe Zhao Ziyang at all. Confidence is commendable, but blind confidence is arrogance, merely inviting ridicule

Amidst the scornful laughter of the mercenaries, Zhao Ziyang's body darted towards Omo like lightning, his entire being resembling that of a nimble cheetah, brimming with speed and explosive power

Oh my... the spirit fox let out a long moan, covering its own cheek and continuously murmuring in sorrow: "Foolish little white mouse..."

Compared to the other party, I seem like a scrawny little child, with almost no chance of winning. Moreover, it has already been proven that my punches and kicks have no effect whatsoever on this Russian brute.

Zhao Ziyang exhibited no emotional fluctuations, his eyes fixed intently on Omo's constantly moving throat: One cannot be without weaknesses; it is merely a matter of whether they are discovered or not

He must get up, he has to get up. This is a world of mercenaries, a world of the strong, where the weak cannot survive. If one wishes to be accepted and integrated, then there is only one way: to fight

With a bang, a muffled sound echoed as Zhao Ziyang's body was sent flying by a casual pull from Aomo. After skillfully spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood in mid-air, he crashed heavily onto the edge of the boxing ring

Haha, what other bets could I, the young gambling god of Las Vegas, not dare to accept?" Blade laughed heartily and readily accepted Seth's wager

Oh, no..." Seeing Zhao Ziyang being knocked away by a punch from Aomo, he covered his face and let out a mournful and painful sound.

Hahaha... the Blade laughed heartily and quietly said to the Spirit Fox: "You will regret not betting on the special forces; he is skilled in Chinese martial arts."

Yet his mind was exceptionally clear, but the thoughts in his brain could no longer control his limbs, rendering him completely unable to make a movement to turn over and rise up

In a distant corner of the hall stood a beautiful woman dressed in a light purple long gown: her elegant neck was long and graceful like a swan, and beneath her prominent nose was a pair of rosy lips. Her cheeks, plump like goose eggs, radiated an indescribable tranquility. Her long eyelashes curled slightly upwards, gently fluttering with the movement of her eyelids, especially her pure blue eyes, as clear as the Danube River, sparkled like stars, shimmering with a brilliant luster that captivated anyone who gazed upon her. Her long eyelashes curled slightly upwards, gently fluttering with the movement of her eyelids, especially her pure blue eyes, as clear as the Danube River, sparkled like stars, shimmering with a brilliant luster that captivated anyone who gazed upon her.

At this moment, Zhao Ziyang made a gesture: he slowly extended his hand and raised his middle finger towards Omo, returning the insulting gesture to the other party. His eyes were filled with an air of arrogance, completely disregarding Omo.

Swat happily went to grab the check, while Mandala put on the ring he had wagered and then extended that hand towards the blade.

"Hahaha..." Aomo let out a loud laugh, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, disdainfully saying to Zhao Ziyang: "Kid, just now I went easy on you; otherwise, your facial bones would have been shattered by my punch. Hahaha, as long as you crawl through my legs, you won't have to take a beating, gagagaga..."

With a loud bang, Zhao Ziyang suddenly rolled over and jumped up, his body swaying unsteadily as he stood up. He wiped the blood from his mouth and nose with his hand, grinned at Omo, and said with somewhat unclear speech: "Are you still on milk? Is that all the strength you have?"

With a sudden rush of wind, Omo extended one arm and struck Zhao Ziyang's face with a heavy backhand.

In the face of Zhao Ziyang's oncoming attack, Omo displayed a look of disdain, standing firm with his chest out to withstand Zhao Ziyang's relentless strike.

Oh? The eyes of the Blade sparkled, and his face was filled with a broad smile. He took out his checkbook from his pocket, wrote down an astronomical figure, and waved it in front of Swart, saying with extreme confidence: "Swart, I bet on the special forces to win. Do you dare to take a bet?"

Uh... the sound of moaning escaped from Zhao Ziyang's lips as he finally managed to open his eyes with great effort

"Blade, help me buy a draw for those two people," came the voice of Sais from the loudspeaker

Hiss... a gasp arose from the audience, as they seemed to witness this Chinese boy on the verge of dying right there in the ring

"The little brat from Las Vegas, is there even a need to gamble?" Swat scoffed disdainfully at Daofeng, casting a contemptuous glance at Zhao Ziyang.

"I will defeat you within three moves!" Zhao Ziyang declared with an air of superiority, extending three fingers towards Omo.

The gambling game begins! Amidst the laughter of onlookers, the sharp voice of the blade resounds: "Is there anyone willing to place a bet? Is there?"

I bet that Omo can knock this Chinese kid down with just one punch. " Mandala said with a smile as he tossed a ring from his hand onto the table brought over by Daofeng, addressing Zhao Ziyang, who was facing Omo in the ring: "Hey, handsome, you must be knocked down by Omo with one punch.

Roaring! Omo let out a fierce roar, defiantly swinging his fist at Zhao Ziyang.

The scene of Zhao Ziyang being sent flying by a punch from Aomo was predictable to everyone, and the mercenaries' faces already displayed expressions of having seen the outcome. However, this expression only flashed across their faces before astonishment surged forth.

Her face was covered with a layer of frost that had not melted for a thousand years, quietly watching the fight between the two individuals in the ring

Gagagaga... The bare-shouldered Omo let out a strange cry, taking a deep breath to maximize the expansion of his muscles, revealing his rugged muscle fibers to everyone present

Hehehe, is there anyone else coming? Is there anyone else coming? The Blade was excited, as if he could see a large sum of US dollars flowing into his pocket, unstoppable.

At the moment he raised his head, Zhao Ziyang's body surged forward with a thunderous force, his strength and speed pushed to the limit. In the face of a formidable opponent, he would not wait for the other party to attack first; he had to seize the initiative in the offense

"Asking for trouble." Swat glanced at Zhao Ziyang and let out a hum from his mouth

Fool, how did the leader end up with a Chinese person? Seeking death!

Facing Omo, Zhao Ziyang, at the moment the opponent's fist struck his chest, unexpectedly spun around in a clockwise direction, skillfully moving behind Omo. He placed his hands on Omo's shoulders, his body suddenly leaping up to kneel on Omo's shoulders, using his legs to clamp down on the opponent's head.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he immediately closed them again... The severe injuries to his face caused him to feel an overwhelming dizziness at the sight of light

As soon as someone began to duel in the ring, all the mercenaries in the hall dropped what they were doing and rushed over to watch the excitement

He is all too aware of the power of Omo. Even though this special forces soldier possesses Chinese Kung Fu, he cannot withstand a single punch from Omo. It's over, it's doomed, damn special forces soldier, where is your Chinese Kung Fu now

Zhao Ziyang, lying on the boxing ring, twitched violently under the brutal blows, hearing nothing but a ringing in his ears. He struggled to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt unusually heavy. A searing pain radiated from the right side of his face, as if the bones in his face had been shattered by Aomo's punch. Warm, slippery blood flowed from his mouth and nose.

This is a strategy, a disdain in terms of strategy, and an emphasis in terms of tactics. He must provoke Omo, otherwise there will be no opportunity to exploit.

"Hehe, I say, buddy, you must take that bastard Omo down, or I will really lose a lot of money." Blade said to Zhao Ziyang with a pleading expression: "Quickly use your Chinese martial arts, otherwise you won't be able to defeat Omo."

"Omo, knock this Chinese kid down in one second!"

Observing the performance of the two individuals in the ring, the Spirit Fox hesitated for a long time before quickly pulling out a stack of US dollars and throwing it onto the Blade's table. Feeling quite embarrassed, he said to Zhao Ziyang: "Special Forces, it's not that I don't stand on your side, but rather that making money is very difficult for me. Can you understand?"