Who made him participate in the slapping contest?

Chapter 25 Vajra Palm

Inside the lounge.

The smell of sweat and foot odor made me want to vomit.

"Ah Jie, if it's not going to be easy to fight when we go up there, we'll just raise our hands and admit defeat. A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle."

"We're just starting out, and we're not playing in any international tournaments."

"It's normal to lose."

Wang Xiaoxian fanned her nose and whispered a reminder.

"If you lose, you won't get any traffic, you'll lose followers, and your year-end bonus might be reduced," Hong Jie laughed.

"So what if it's scaled down?"

"Money can be earned back, but safety is always the most important thing." Wang Xiaoxian took out a comb and hairspray from her bag and fixed his hair.

Hong Jie gave a wicked smile.

Those who dare to come here are all desperate criminals who would risk their lives for their money.

The fairy's thinking is too simplistic.

"Collect your equipment at counter number two!" someone outside shouted.

Hong Jie walked to cabinet number two.

Inside are braces and grip strengtheners.

Just as he was about to take it, there was a click from inside the cabinet, and the bottom panel flipped up, revealing a slip of paper with a check for one million Xia coins attached to it.

The note contained only one line of text:

"Don't win, or you'll face the consequences!"

When Wang Xiaoxian noticed his strange expression, she leaned closer to take a look and her face also turned deathly pale.

Click!

The baseboard flipped over again.

The note disappeared, as if it had never happened.

"I'd heard that Southeast Asia was very chaotic, but I never expected to see it for myself."

"Ah Jie, what should we do?"

"Call the police?"

"Or, shall we... let's not fight?"

Wang Xiaoxian had thought this kind of thing might happen, but she was still very flustered when it actually happened.

"Relax, that's just how it is in Southeast Asia."

"If it's time to fight, then fight."

"Win when you should."

Hong Jie casually put the check back.

"Scared?" He raised an eyebrow at Wang Xiaoxian.

"Of course I'm afraid."

"But you're right, you'll be playing in even higher-level international competitions in the future, this is just the beginning."

"I have to get used to it! It's good to be exposed to the rules of the darker side sooner rather than later."

"If it really comes down to it... then it's my own choice."

"At least I don't regret it."

"Anyway, I'm going to stick with you through thick and thin."

Wang Xiaoxian pursed her lips and mustered her courage to speak.

"Thanks."

"I brought you here, and I will definitely bring you back," Hong Jie said.

As the host's loud and enthusiastic introduction began, Hong Jie, holding a gripping stick, slowly made his way onto the scene under the lights.

The other passage.

Master Tianbao put down his red wine, stretched his limbs, and prepared to make his appearance.

"Damn it!"

"That guy didn't accept the checks, and passing on the message didn't work. Young Master Chen is furious."

"remember!"

"If he's difficult to deal with, if necessary, just use a foul move and hit him in the temple to kill him."

"The referee will speak."

"Even if some people are dissatisfied, once that kid is dead, we have the final say!"

Hou Bing hurried over and whispered something in his ear.

"Don't worry, Young Master Chen!"

"A sure win!"

Zhang Tianbao frowned, extremely displeased with Chen Shao's distrust.

He couldn't be bothered to listen to Hou Bing's nagging anymore and walked out of the passageway amidst cheers.

Soon, the two stepped onto the ring.

The referee, a local with a somewhat tanned face, read out the rules.

This competition consists of five rounds.

The rules are synchronized with Power Slap, but the difference is that some program effects can be added appropriately in the middle stage.

This also makes it easier to showcase the contestants' unique characteristics.

For example, Master Tianbao practiced Chan meditation and took elixirs.

In addition to the global dark web, the live streams will also be broadcast on the organizer's official Douyin and Twitter accounts, as well as some local television stations.

After all, this is a slapping contest, not a deadly underground boxing match.

This is also one reason why slapping contests are becoming increasingly popular.

Black and white take all!

"Master, letters or flowers?" The referee began to toss the coin.

"Flowers," Zhang Tianbao said.

Hong Jie was already used to this routine, so he didn't argue.

As bikini-clad women circled holding up signs, amidst whistles and cheers, the referee announced the official start.

Hong Jie put on his braces, put his hands behind his back, took a deep breath, and gathered his strength.

Zhang Tianbao started fighting with his right hand.

Hong Jie's golden bell shield firmly protected his left cheek.

Second floor VIP room.

Wu Fei and another man dressed in a golden-yellow blouse stood side by side, watching the match below.

"Young Master Wu!"

"Your family rarely gets involved in underground businesses. Is it worth offending the Chen family for a minor internet celebrity?"

The man spoke Thai. He wasn't tall, but his eyes and brows exuded a dignified and awe-inspiring presence.

"General Batten."

"This is my father's idea; he hasn't placed bets in a long time," Wu Fei said.

"Understood!" Batten didn't ask any more questions.

Wu Tianci, the patriarch of the Wu family, is a very influential figure in the Chinese business community in southern Thailand. When the King of Thailand visited China last time, the Wu family was one of the political and business entourage.

The old man not only sent his most trusted grandson, but also personally invited him, a high-ranking military official, to watch the game.

They called it watching the game, but it was really about sitting in the background.

This clearly shows how much the Wu family valued this person.

But Batten felt... that the old man might really be getting old.

This money will most likely be wasted.

Because Bateng knew Zhang Tianbao's father, who was a tough guy who had fought his way up in the underground boxing world and had even been hired as an instructor by a military unit in South Thailand. He was an absolute expert.

It is said that a general's family will not produce a tiger cub.

Hong Jie?

What is that? I've never heard of it.

While the two were talking, Zhang Tianbao had already made two probing attempts.

As soon as the referee uttered the countdown "one," Zhang Tianbao tensed up, his blood and energy converging in his right palm.

The seemingly thick palms, covered with calluses that had long been hardened like iron sheets from being soaked in medicine, had turned bright red.

It is indeed the Shaolin True Skill, the Mighty Vajra Palm!

Zhang Tianbao's eyes were fierce, and he slapped Hong Jie's left cheek with all his might.

Snapped!

The slap was crisp, clean, and precise, landing on Hong Jie's face with a crisp, dry sound, like a wafer shattering.

Holy crap!

Hong Jie suddenly felt as if he had been struck by a high-voltage electric shock.

My whole body was convulsing from the pain.

Whoosh!

He took a deep breath and pounded the table with his grip stick to release the excruciating pain that made him want to bang his head against a wall.

Damn it!

Has he never been slapped so hard before?

How to describe it? It's like being stung by a wasp, the pain is so intense that your veins bulge and you foam at the mouth.

Keep in mind that he used his Golden Bell Shield to defend himself.

If it were an ordinary person, wouldn't that slap them so hard they'd die?

Clearly, this guy possesses a unique way of generating power or a palm technique that allows him to concentrate his strength into a single inch.

If we say that an ordinary person slaps someone, it's like hitting a wall with a hammer.

That day, Master Bao used an electric drill.

No wonder they dared to start in Nantai.

That's something!

"NICE!"

"Well done, Master Tianbao!"

"Shh!"

"What kind of top amateur player in the country? He can't even beat a young, pretty boy. Trash!"

The crowd below erupted in a cacophony of whistles and boos from various languages.

"Young man!"

"Sure, you've got a thick skin."

"I wonder how many slaps you can take."

Zhang Tianbao, who hadn't really paid much attention to Hong Jie since entering the venue, now had a hint of awe in his smile.

This slap can be said to have gathered the power of his lifelong Vajra Palm technique.

He was confident that even if his opponent was a burly man weighing 200 pounds, he could still knock him down with one palm.

Surprisingly, Hong Jie managed to withstand it.

What's even more infuriating is that this guy has a handsome face, but not much flesh, and his facial bones don't have the robust look that comes from frequent training.

It is exceptionally hard when hit.

This kid's got some skills.

"You can't even keep your head from falling with that slap," Hong Jie laughed.

"Can!"

"We'll see about the next round," Master Tianbao nodded grimly.

"Hong Jie, it's your turn," the referee reminded him.

Master Tianbao held his palm upright in front of his chest, assumed a stable horse stance, and chanted a long, drawn-out "Amitabha!"

Taking advantage of this lull, he secretly gathered his strength.

He doesn't understand anything about internal energy.

He only knew about Shaolin Kung Fu, which relied on the strength of the waist and stance, as well as the explosive power of muscles and blood that were developed through hard training.

Then, by tightening the belt and practicing stance training, all the energy is released from the dantian, forming an instantaneous burst of power and protection.

The Buddha's name was uttered.

Zhang Tianbao's seemingly fair and slightly chubby face was taut, his hands gripping the power stick tightly behind his back.

The entire audience held their breath.

"three!"

"two!"

Hong Jie began by testing the waters twice.

He didn't use internal force or Iron Palm.

Even her eyes were so clear.

Zhang Tianbao felt more at ease. Old Hong's family's Iron Sand Palm technique wasn't all that great.

If you really have the ability.

The probe was so close to my face that I could already feel the scorching heat emanating from my inner energy and blood.

"one!"

The referee shouted.

Hong Jie channeled 60% of his hidden internal energy into his palm and unleashed his Iron Sand Palm strike at Master Tianbao's face.

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