Who made him participate in the slapping contest?

Chapter 28 I Haven't Lost Yet

"Okay, it seems there's been a bit of an accident on site."

"The coach believes that Master Tianbao committed a foul. If the facts are established, Master Tianbao will have to take another slap."

"The situation seems quite unfavorable."

"The referee is negotiating with the organizers."

The male host continued.

"Will there be a replay? Did Master Tianbao commit a foul? We'll have to wait and see," the female host said.

"Yanjun, did I just dodge?" Zhang Tianbao asked, frowning.

"Brother Bao!"

"You seem to be avoiding me, and it's quite obvious."

"If that's called a foul, then I'll get another slap from that kid for nothing."

"The situation is very bad."

Li Yanjun was so anxious that he kept stamping his feet and groaning.

"Absolutely not!"

"Unless Hou Bing has gone mad, there's no need to continue this match," Zhang Tianbao said, looking at Hou Bing who was talking to him.

Hou Bing also looked at him fiercely and resentfully.

The two exchanged a glance, and Zhang Tianbao understood what was going on.

The odds are too big today; Young Master Chen can't just sit idly by.

Soon, a technician came over and discussed something with Hou Bing and the referee.

"terribly sorry."

"The organizer's technical replay function malfunctioned."

"In order not to affect the live broadcast of the event, the competition will continue as normal. Manager Hou of Jinlong Entertainment assures everyone that the technical fault will be fixed after the event ends."

"We will definitely give everyone a satisfactory answer and explanation when the time comes."

The host tried to smooth things over.

"Shh!"

"Technical malfunction, that's a really lame excuse."

Amidst the boos, Wang Xiaoxian expressed her dissatisfaction.

"So what if he slapped me? I'll beat him this round with my own strength!"

"Are you sure you don't want to give me some energy?"

Hong Jie winked and smiled.

"Give!"

Wang Xiaoxian, somewhat amused and annoyed, pinched his waist.

"Be careful," she added.

"Ring ring!" The referee quickly rang the bell for the third round of the competition.

Zhang Tianbao touched his numb cheek, and his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.

"Kid!"

"You're finished!" Zhang Tianbao said.

"Do monks also lie?" Hong Jie laughed.

"you!"

"The third round of the competition has officially begun."

The referee stepped forward and reiterated the rules of the game.

Zhang Tianbao's foul was a technical glitch.

When it was Hong Jie's turn, he read out the rules.

This unsightly eating manner drew another round of boos.

Hong Jie stood with his hands behind his back, silently comprehending the Great Perfection of the Golden Bell Shield.

It's pretty good; the protection area has more than doubled, covering the entire head, neck, and a small part of the chest.

Moreover, when one channels internal energy, a faint metallic sound can be heard.

That solid, grounded feeling gave Hong Jie a strong sense of security.

I wonder if they can withstand Zhang Tianbao's fatal blow?

Zhang Tianbao practiced Zen meditation and took elixirs, yet he was beaten so badly by himself.

no doubt.

This slap will definitely lead to an all-in bet.

Judging from the previous two slaps, if the strength of the Golden Bell Shield is not improved, the risk of being knocked out is still very high.

That kind of tearing pain, like being drilled into your head.

Just thinking about it gave Hong Jie goosebumps all over his body.

"Are you ready?" the referee asked.

Hong Jie nodded.

"Zhang Tianbao goes first," the referee announced.

"Wait!" Zhang Tianbao suddenly said.

"Mr. Zhang, do you have any questions?" the referee asked.

"I want to switch to my left hand this time." Zhang Tianbao stared at Hong Jie like a wolf seeing a rabbit, his smile extremely cruel.

"Yes, that's allowed in international competitions," the referee agreed.

"No, buddy, so you're a left-handed general after all this time?" Hong Jie said in surprise.

"Scared?"

"That's right, I've always practiced with my left hand."

"For at least ten years, I never used it to hurt anyone, because I only used it to touch women."

"You're the first person to get hit by my left-hand Vajra Palm."

Zhang Tianbao looked at his Vajra left hand and said with a chilling murderous aura.

Hong Jie noticed that there was a callus on his left palm that was a full centimeter thick, which was obviously not an exaggeration, but the result of years of hard work.

"I am honored." Hong Jie smiled faintly.

Zhang Tianbao was somewhat disappointed.

Because there wasn't even a trace of fear in Hong Jie's eyes.

Stop pretending.

"I admit your head is harder than a Tibetan Mastiff's, and your face is like an iron plate."

"But at your age, even if your physical skills are exceptional, you can only manage half a head at most, right?"

"I wonder if your right cheek is as hard as your mouth?"

Zhang Tianbao continued to provoke Hong Jie, trying to probe his secrets.

"It's hard to say whether I'm tough or not."

"But your left hand might not be that good. If I were to make you admit defeat now, wouldn't it be better to keep your hand to touch women?" Hong Jie retorted.

"Referee, start the countdown!"

Zhang Tianbao was furious and roared.

"Kill him!" Hou Bing gave a signal with his eyes, and his trusted henchman shouted a reminder from the side of the arena.

Zhang Tianbao cursed under his breath, calling them idiots.

Hong Jie has exceptional physical skills. If the blow to the temple doesn't kill him, but the kid withstands it, wouldn't I just lose?

If we're going to kill, we'll have to see how it goes in this round before making a decision.

He's really not tough. If he just slaps himself normally, he can knock Hong Jie out.

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

After two attempts.

Zhang Tianbao's blood and energy surged throughout his body, concentrating in his thick left arm. The muscles of his calloused left palm bulged high along the base of his fingers as the energy was poured into them.

Along with the two muscles on the side and below the palm, it looks like seven large screws.

The high-definition capture from the camera is projected onto a large screen.

The entire audience gasped in shock; it was no longer a hand, but a steel plate studded with seven large nails.

If you slapped someone in the face like that, you'd probably get seven holes in it.

Success or failure hinges on this one palm strike!

"Bang!"

"Die!"

When Zhang Tianbao reached the peak of his strength, he used his left hand in a desperate, all-or-nothing manner to strike Hong Jie's right cheek.

Hong Jie felt rooted to the spot, his jaw clenched.

hum!

The instant the slap landed on his face.

hum!

Hong Jie's vision went black, and there was a muffled sound like a radio suddenly going silent. He felt as if he had been plunged into a silent, dark world.

By the time he came to his senses, he was already sitting on the floor.

After a brief moment of stunned silence.

All the sounds and images seemed to flood into my head in an instant.

It hurts!

But it wasn't the kind of pain I felt when my skull was drilled open like before.

It felt like I had just taken a normal, heavy punch.

A persistent buzzing sound lingered in my head and ears.

Nausea!

dizziness!

I feel nauseous!

But for Hong Jie, who has played in several matches, this is all normal.

"ten!"

The referee saw that he had been knocked down and was sitting on the ground with his head drooping, not moving at all.

Just as everyone was about to count down and open the champagne.

Hong Jie, upon waking up, opened his blood-red eyes and abruptly shook his head, attempting to stand up.

The two assistant referees held him down tightly.

The staff on the side pretended to celebrate the victory, blocking the audience's view.

At the same time, the live stream and high-definition cameras were all turned off.

"Nine!"

"eight!"

"seven!"

The referee accelerated the countdown, ready to decide the outcome.

Just then, Hong Jie unleashed his full power, knocking down one of the assistant referees with a single punch, followed by a kick that knocked down another.

Both assistant referees were handpicked strong men, each possessing incredible strength.

Who would have thought that Hong Jie's explosive power was so fierce.

Can't stop it!

There's no way to stop them!

"I haven't lost yet!"

Hong Jie roared thunderously, smashed through the crowd, and jumped onto the competition table, wildly raising his hands in a defiant gesture.

"Hong Jie!"

"Hong Jie!"

The audience below, especially the foreigners who admired the strong, cheered loudly.

Damn!

Hou Bing slammed his hand hard against the fence.

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