I went berserk in the movie world

Chapter 12 Claw Hand

A heavy thud echoed in the boxing ring.

One of the boxers had already fallen to the ground and was completely unconscious.

His right scapula was dislocated, and one of his arms was twisted so that the joints were dislocated and completely deformed.

The victor standing in the center of the field was a lean and wiry young man.

He was not tall, and his eyes and brows revealed a sinister look.

Song Sheng had noticed earlier that the man had prominent veins on the back of his hand, rough skin, and thick calluses on his joints, which were obvious signs of his exceptional hand skills.

He had just heard what Tiger said and thought there wouldn't be any experts in such a small setting.

But now it seems that the walled city is indeed quite extraordinary.

Song Sheng withdrew his aggressive gaze, noticed the look in the eyes of the person next to him, and turned to smile, "Brother Tiger, why are you staring at me all of a sudden instead of watching the fight?"

Ah Hu then looked away: "Handsome, have you ever boxed before? You're not a newbie, are you?"

"I've played a few matches in other places."

"No wonder you're so calm. How does it feel to be here?"

"The one on stage is quite good."

"Just not bad?"

Tsk tsk, youth is indeed full of vigor.

Hey handsome, the guy on stage is Jiang Cheng. He swam over from the other side a few months ago. Before he came, his hands were stained with blood, and he was wanted by the mainland authorities.

However, he was lucky and performed well during his time in the boxing ring, which attracted the attention of a big fisherman.

Including this game, he's now on a seven-game winning streak here. If nothing unexpected happens, after tonight he'll be able to play in bigger arenas.

As they were talking, the young man on the boxing ring suddenly spoke up: "This is the seventh one. I'm really going to miss it here."

As he spoke, the noise from the audience gradually subsided.

"On the eve of my departure," the young man's voice grew louder and louder. He slowly raised his chin, his sinister eyes sweeping across the room, and finally raised his voice even higher, saying, "Tonight's match, I'm going to take on nine!!!"

"Anyone want to come up on stage?" Before the crowd could even stir, the young man's eyes had already shifted to the boxers' dugout, his tone utterly provocative: "Bring someone who can fight. Come up here and kill me, and I guarantee you'll become famous overnight. If I kill you, I'll pay for your coffin!"

There was a slight commotion in the boxers' rest area.

From an inconspicuous corner, Ah Hu raised an eyebrow: "Nine? This kid really dares to talk back. He's got such a fiery temper. No wonder a big water pipe company would take a liking to him."

"Brother Tiger, how about I give it a try?"

Upon hearing the voice beside him, Ah Hu was taken aback and turned around: "Handsome, are you serious?"

Song Sheng nodded: "Didn't he just say that if he wins, he'll become famous overnight, and if he loses, he'll pay for his coffin? So, whether I win or lose, I won't lose money."

Ah Hu: Is this how it's calculated?

Song Sheng reached into his pocket and rummaged around until he finally pulled out some loose change. After changing his clothes, he only had 21 yuan left. He handed it all to the other man: "Brother Tiger, I'll go over there to sign the contract first. Could you please place a bet for me later?"

Ah Hu stared blankly at the pile of loose Hong Kong dollars in his hand, and subconsciously asked, "Who are you betting on?"

"Of course it's myself. Even if I win or lose, I won't lose anything, but if I win, I can earn an extra hundred dollars."

"—So you're only going to use this much?"

"Although I would like to bet more, this is all I have left."

"..." Ah Hu couldn't help but twitch his lips, and took out five hundred yuan from his pocket: "Consider it a loan to you, if you lose, it's on me."

"Thank you, Brother Tiger."

When Song Sheng was led to a corner by the ushers to sign a life-or-death contract, Ah Hu also beckoned over someone, first handing over the 524 yuan in his hand, and after thinking for a moment, he added another 500 yuan: "Help me bet it all."

"Tiger, are you betting on Jiang Cheng?"

"No, I'm betting on that one over there." Ah Hu nodded his chin at Song Sheng's retreating figure.

"Him? I've never seen this person before."

"So what if I've never seen him before! This handsome guy was personally recommended by Sister Pei; I don't believe he's unknown!"

……

A short while later

Upon receiving the boxer's registration information, the host, acting as the announcer, immediately went on stage to liven up the atmosphere:

"Just heard that a boxer has already registered to challenge Jiang Cheng, who has a seven-fight winning streak!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, you have ten minutes to place your bets accurately."

"Jiang Cheng doesn't need much introduction; he just declared he's going to take on nine opponents tonight! Those who bet on him to win have already made a fortune!"

"And the next fighter to take the stage is boxer Song Sheng. Although he's a new face, as the first to step up tonight, whether he'll be the dark horse remains to be seen!"

"Now, please welcome boxer Song Sheng to the stage!"

As Song Sheng, dressed in Tang suit and cloth shoes, stepped onto the boxing ring, a clamor arose from the audience.

Song Sheng's image didn't quite match what some people expected of a muscular, tough guy, which clearly disappointed gamblers who were willing to take a gamble.

Within ten minutes, the audience was running around placing bets.

On the boxing ring, Jiang Cheng was sizing up Song Sheng.

She's younger than me, taller than me, and even prettier than me—

Jiang Cheng spat to the side, somewhat annoyed, and raised an eyebrow defiantly in his sinister eyes.

Song Sheng remained unmoved.

Just before the boxing match was about to begin, Jiang Cheng suddenly turned to the announcer and said, "Hey!"

"What does Jiang Cheng have to say?"

"In three minutes, please invite the next challenger!"

The host was taken aback, and then a boisterous uproar immediately erupted from the audience.

They can make tough statements before a match, play fiercely on the field, and most importantly, they always manage to win.

Such a boxer would naturally attract a lot of cheers and fascination from the audience who love fighting.

Song Sheng smiled after hearing this.

When the host turned to him and asked if he had anything to say, he thought for a moment and then asked Jiang Cheng curiously, "I heard that your hands were covered in blood before you swam over. I'm curious what you did?"

After a moment of silence, Jiang Cheng smiled sinisterly: "Want to know? Fine, I'll peel your bones off later and let you experience it for yourself!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly stepped forward, lowered his lower body, and opened up a grappling stance with his hands, one in front and one behind.

"Sure enough, I wasn't mistaken just now." Song Sheng said, cracking his knuckles, a slight smile on his face. "It really is the Chi You Fist of the Miao people. This stance is like a pincer hand, isn't it? I haven't seen it in a long time."

"Pretending!" Jiang Cheng was exposed by Song Sheng's eyes, and his dough was about to burst. Without saying a word, he took a step forward and launched a surprise attack!

He swung his hands up and down simultaneously, striking Song Sheng's upper and middle sides with his claws.

Song Sheng subtly took a half step back, creating a position for a counterattack.

The art of grappling emphasizes close-quarters combat; a slight mistake can result in severe injuries such as broken bones and tendons.

Unfortunately, it was a capture maneuver!

I can do that too!