The previously arrogant and boastful Lei Bao had his head smashed and died instantly from a single slap by Jiang Wuming!
This outcome shocked everyone present!
"Urgh..."
The underground boxing ring fell completely silent. Whether it was the members of the Qing faction led by Chu Wansong or the members of the Hong faction led by Huang Xiaoxie, their eyes were wide open, frozen as they stared at the ring, each one petrified.
Yes.
No one had expected such an outcome!
Previously, the Qing faction had lost six consecutive matches. Chu Wansong and the other members of the Qing faction had pinned their hopes of regaining face on Wu Long.
As a result, Wu Long, who ranked among the top ten martial arts grandmasters in Long Kingdom and was a Red Flower Double Cudgel, was completely defeated by Lei Bao. He was kicked off the ring by Lei Bao and was still in a coma.
At this moment, Jiang Wuming entered the stage to engage in a death match with Lei Bao. Including Chu Wansong, none of the Qing faction members had expected Jiang Wuming to win.
After all, Jiang Wuming was only an eight-star martial artist!
Even Chu Wansong had prepared himself to save Jiang Wuming, regardless of his reputation or the severe punishment from the Military Department, if Jiang Wuming's life was in danger.
Now, the death match had ended before it even began – Lei Bao was killed by Jiang Wuming!
This outcome left them completely stunned!
Compared to Chu Wansong and the others, the members of the Hong faction, led by Huang Xiaoxie, were even more shocked!
At this moment, they even thought they were hallucinating – how could Jiang Wuming, with only eight-star martial artist strength, kill Lei Bao, and do so instantly?
"Bang—"
Just as everyone was staring in stunned silence, a dull thud broke the silence of the underground boxing ring.
Lei Bao's headless corpse fell onto the ring, stained red with blood.
The sudden sound jolted everyone back to reality.
"Roar!"
"Awesome, beat that Hong faction bastard to death!"
"Master Wuming is amazing!!"
Immediately, except for Chu Wansong and the unconscious Wu Long, the members of the Qing faction, including Song Shan, roared excitedly.
Although they couldn't clearly see the exchange between Jiang Wuming and Lei Bao, didn't know what had happened, and were unaware of how Jiang Wuming, with only eight-star martial artist strength, could instantly kill Lei Bao, they knew that Jiang Wuming had won the death match!
For them, that was enough!
"Why did this happen?"
"What exactly happened just now?"
"How could Brother Bao die at that kid's hands??"
Unlike the cheering Qing faction members who were like chickens on stimulants, the faces of the Hong faction members no longer held their previous arrogance. Instead, they were filled with disbelief.
Yes.
Even though they saw the blood flowing on the ring, Lei Bao's corpse, and heard the cheers of the Qing faction members, they still couldn't believe or accept the fact that Lei Bao had been instantly killed by Jiang Wuming!
"What did you do to Lei Bao??"
Huang Xiaoxie also spoke up. His eyes were wide as he stared intently at Jiang Wuming, and he asked subconsciously.
The last shred of his reason told him that something unknown must have happened, otherwise, the outcome wouldn't be like this!
"Kneel and apologize!"
Jiang Wuming stood on the ring like a steel spear, looking down at Huang Xiaoxie from above, ignoring the question and speaking in an unquestionable tone.
Swish!
Upon hearing Jiang Wuming's forceful words, Huang Xiaoxie's expression suddenly changed.
Just now, like his subordinates, he had been immersed in the shock of Lei Bao being instantly killed by Jiang Wuming, completely forgetting the bet he had made with Jiang Wuming earlier.
At this moment, reminded by Jiang Wuming, Huang Xiaoxie finally remembered.
Since Jiang Wuming had won, Huang Xiaoxie was supposed to kneel before Chu Wansong on behalf of the Hong faction and apologize to the Qing faction!
This was far more important to the Hong faction than losing a strong fighter like Lei Bao!
After all, since the split between the Qing and Hong factions, the two factions had been in conflict for many years, but neither had emerged victorious, and neither had ever bowed down, let alone apologized!
Previously, Huang Xiaoxie had never thought Jiang Wuming would win this death match, so he had agreed quite readily.
At this moment, Huang Xiaoxie was filled with regret!
However—
Regret aside, Huang Xiaoxie, as the young master of the Hong faction, was considered outstanding among his peers in terms of mental fortitude and shrewdness.
He forced himself to calm down.
It was absolutely impossible for him to kneel and apologize on behalf of the Hong faction!
Otherwise, he would become a sinner of the Hong faction and would be punished by his father, Huang Xiong!
More importantly, at that time, he would completely lose the opportunity to lead the Hong faction – even if his father was willing to pass on the position of boss to him, his subordinates would never allow a sinner to be their leader!
"Uncle Chu, we accept defeat in this match wholeheartedly. I will take my men and leave here now, and get out of Donghai!"
After calming down, Huang Xiaoxie did not respond to Jiang Wuming, nor did he do as Jiang Wuming had said. Instead, he turned his gaze to Chu Wansong.
"You have a bet with Wuming. Fulfill the bet before you leave!" Chu Wansong replied coldly.
"Just now, after you won the match, you were arrogant and showed off. We told you to leave, and you didn't. Now you've lost and want to renege. What kind of logic is that?"
"That's right, you must fulfill the bet!"
"Kneel at Uncle Chu's feet and apologize to the Qing faction!"
As soon as Chu Wansong finished speaking, members of the Qing faction, including Song Shan, also spoke loudly, their emotions exceptionally excited.
As they said, before Jiang Wuming killed Lei Bao, the Qing faction had been completely suppressed by the Hong faction. Huang Xiaoxie and others had shown off, repeatedly provoking and humiliating them, causing them immense frustration.
Now, Jiang Wuming had killed Lei Bao and won a crucial battle for the Qing faction. How could they let Huang Xiaoxie leave so easily?
"Uncle Chu, you said earlier that Jiang Wuming is your nephew, not a member of the Qing faction. He cannot represent the Qing faction. Let's just treat the bet as a joke, what do you think?"
Huang Xiaoxie said with a fawning smile, trying to deny it completely.
"Heh heh, do you think that's possible?"
Chu Wansong sneered.
Jiang Wuming had risked his life in a death match with Lei Bao to regain face for the Qing faction. How could he allow Huang Xiaoxie to renege?
"Uncle Chu, I was a bit reckless just now. Although my father is the head manager of the Hong faction, I cannot represent the Hong faction. How about this, I will kneel and kowtow to you personally and apologize for tonight's events. What do you think?"
Huang Xiaoxie gritted his teeth and spoke again, deciding to settle for the next best thing.
Because he could see that Chu Wansong would not let him leave easily.
As long as he did not kneel and apologize on behalf of the Hong faction, he would only lose personal face, which would not have too much impact on his future leadership of the Hong faction.
"You said earlier that to lure me into a fight with your subordinate, you kept saying that I should represent the Qing faction to fight the Hong faction.
Now, your subordinate has lost, and you say I have nothing to do with the Qing faction, and the bet has nothing to do with the Hong faction?!"
This time, before Chu Wansong could speak, Jiang Wuming said coldly, and with a flash of his figure, he darted in front of Huang Xiaoxie like the wind.
"You... what do you want to do??"
Huang Xiaoxie's face changed. The arrogance from before was completely gone, replaced only by panic.
"A bet is a bet, it's only natural. If you don't kneel, I'll help you!"
Jiang Wuming said expressionlessly, and suddenly swung his right hand, grabbed Huang Xiaoxie's hair, and dragged him like a dead dog towards Chu Wansong.
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