CHAPTER 1359: CHAPTER 1359: XIAO YUFEI’S COMBAT STRENGTH

Seeing that Ferguson was about to strike ruthlessly, everyone turned pale. At this critical moment, an angry shout suddenly rang out.

"Stop!"

Upon hearing this voice, Ferguson’s body instantly froze. He looked towards the corner; the voice belonged to the leader of the foreign martial arts delegation this time.

Ferguson immediately calmed down, cold sweat breaking out on his back. He knew that if he killed someone here, no matter how strong he was, he wouldn’t escape death.

After all, this was Huaxia’s territory.

Ferguson glared viciously at Ye Nantian and sneered, "You’re lucky this time." Then he returned to his position.

Little did he know, when he was just about to make a move, a murderous intent had already flashed in Xiao Zheng’s eyes. If Ferguson hadn’t stopped, he would have already been a corpse.

The referee saw this scene and immediately announced, "This match is a draw."

Both of them leapt out of the ring simultaneously, ending in a tie.

After the results were announced, a wave of enthusiastic cheers erupted from the audience below. Although Ye Nantian was beaten badly, his spirit shook everyone.

Doctors immediately carried Ye Nantian away on a stretcher for treatment.

Just then, another person from the foreign delegation walked onto the ring. This man was a muscular brute, covered in ferocious tattoos.

He ascended the ring and looked down at the crowd below, then sneered, "Just now, you used some despicable means to gain victory. Now, I won’t give you any chance like that again."

Everyone below fired with anger at these words turning black into white; this foreign delegation was truly arrogant!

Clearly, Ye Nantian had relied on his final willpower to unleash all his strength. How could that be despicable means?

If anything, they should be called despicable and shameless! They were wantonly humiliating their opponents with such savagery and brutality.

Xiao Yufei couldn’t bear it any longer. She shouted and flipped onto the stage, her eyes shooting sharp looks. In a cold voice, she said, "Beto, come meet your death!"

This Beto was also a boxing champion, apparently having spent time in a very mysterious special training camp in the United States!

His strength was much greater than Ferguson’s and was among the strongest in this foreign martial arts delegation.

Seeing a woman suddenly appear, Beto was momentarily stunned, then burst into laughters, tears almost coming out, "Could it be that Huaxia already has no one? To send a woman up, if I beat you until you lose control of your bladder later, don’t blame me."

Beto’s gaze lingered on Xiao Yufei, suddenly exposing a hint of fervor in his eyes, laughing, "But if you promise to accompany me for some fun after the competition, I don’t mind admitting defeat now."

Xiao Yufei’s expression instantly turned cold.

Beto’s words weren’t just disrespectful to the match, but an insult to her.

Facing a person like this, Xiao Yufei felt nothing but disgust and nausea.

This group of Westerners always carried an air of superiority, thinking of Huaxia as a backward, barbaric place, with people merely as Eastern Asian sick men, exuding a kind of contempt from their very bones.

"Fine."

At this moment, Xiao Yufei didn’t get angry. Instead, her expression turned frosty, "Beto, you’d better be ready, because later, I’ll beat you so bad you’ll be unable to care for yourself."

Beto widened his eyes, then held his stomach and laughed heartily. Turning back, he said to the foreign martial arts group, "What did I just hear? Hahaha, this Huaxia woman, nothing but looks, says she’ll beat me till I can’t care for myself; this may be my biggest joke of the year."

The foreign group burst into laughter too.

In their view, Huaxia sending a woman was a last resort.

At this moment, the audience below, though angry, remained mostly silent.

They couldn’t help but doubt as well.

Could Xiao Yufei, a woman, really beat Beto?

Has Huaxia already admitted defeat?

Chu Xiaoran, although having some animosity toward Xiao Yufei, felt a shared indignation and righteous anger, fuming, "These people are too much."

Xiao Zheng showed a smile at the corner of his mouth.

This Beto...

Might find himself in trouble.

He probably doesn’t know just what kind of terrifying opponent he’s provoked.

In the ring.

Xiao Yufei coldly watched Beto’s "performance." Only when his laughter subsided did she calmly ask, "Are you ready to start?"

Beto let out a few dry laughs, feeling a surge of irritation. This fragile woman dared to pose so coldly!

"Alright, let’s begin!"

Beto said with a sneer.

He had decided to make Xiao Yufei look bad in this ring.

The referee saw this and immediately announced the beginning.

"I’ll let you use one hand." Beto arrogantly said, placing one hand behind his back.

Xiao Yufei gave him a cold look, took a deep breath, recalled the attack method of the Five Intentions Fist, and suddenly dashed out.

Boom!

In an instant, Xiao Yufei appeared as lightning, like a falling star, moving fiercely and dominantly, reaching Beto swiftly, and struck with her delicate fist.

"Bang!"

With a low roar, Xiao Yufei’s fist ferociously slammed into Beto’s chest.

The smirk on his face instantly froze, turning into an expression of pain.

"Ah!"

Beto screamed in agony as his body flew horizontally and fell at the edge of the platform.

At this moment, he felt his chest being pierced by thousands of fine needles. The pain was unbearable, as if he would collapse.

"What kind of fist is this? You’re cheating! You’re tricking me!" Beto rolled on the ground, yelling.

Xiao Yufei’s expression remained indifferent as she approached Beto, "Heard you’re very strong?"

"Splitting Fist!"

She suddenly shouted, her fist striking down like slicing through heaven and earth, fiercely descending.

"Ah..."

Beto screamed pitifully.

His arm broke under Xiao Yufei’s punch, the fracture smooth as if cut by a sharp blade.

"Cannon Fist!"

She unleashed a fierce and fierce blow, landing on Beto’s thigh, shattering the bone as if a cannonball smashed through city walls.

"Drilling Fist!"

With a sharp and piercing aura, Xiao Yufei delivered another punch, causing a bloody hole to appear on Beto’s other thigh.

"Ah...I surrender...spare me...spare me...I surrender...ah!" Beto wailed.