Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
Ji Yu strode toward the ring. With every step he took, a loud noise echoed, giving the illusion that the floor could barely withstand his weight.
When he stepped into the ring and stood opposite Hank, the scene suddenly became highly visually impactful, even carrying a hint of absurdity.
Hank was already massive, but standing in front of Ji Yu, he was completely outmatched. Especially Ji Yu's terrifyingly muscular physique—compared to Hank's fat body, the sense of oppression was countless times stronger.
The referee caught between these two giants looked up, swallowed hard, and announced with difficulty.
"The... second round, the slap competition begins!"
Subsequently, Hank and Ji Yu used an internationally recognized method—rock-paper-scissors—to decide who would slap first.
Hank won and got the first strike.
The guy held nothing back. With a roar, he swung the right arm that had knocked out countless opponents and slapped fiercely at Ji Yu's left cheek!
Smack!
An extremely loud slapping sound rang out.
Ji Yu's head was slapped slightly to the right at a very small angle.
And then...
There was no then.
Under the gaze of all the audience, Ji Yu slowly turned his head back to face Hank. On his chiseled face, aside from his left cheek being slightly red from the slap, there was no swelling and no bleeding. He looked almost completely fine.
He even blinked and said to Hank in a muffled voice, "You're a little stronger than my mom."
Hank: "???"
He didn't understand what the other party said.
But that was no longer important. What was important was that he found his full-strength strike hadn't even broken the opponent's defense?
The opponent's face was as hard as if it were made of a special alloy. It was absurd!
Ji Yu blinked at Hank again and said, "My turn."
Saying that, he slowly raised his right hand.
On the second floor.
Seeing this scene, Chu Yang covered his swollen half-face and pointed at Ji Yu below, saying to Yun Cheng, "Brother Yun, listen to this. Is Ji Yu even speaking human language? I got punched by that guy earlier and swelled up like a pig's head. But look at him, taking such a heavy slap solidly and acting like nothing happened."
"Comparing oneself to others will only make you mad!"
Yun Cheng glanced at him sideways. "Why are you comparing yourself to Ji Yu? He can barely be considered human anymore. Just relax."
Chu Yang nodded in deep agreement and sighed, "You're right, I can't compare with this guy. I really wonder what he ate to grow this big. With this size and strike resistance, it's not something a carbon-based lifeform should have. I reckon the only thing left that can subdue him is heavy artillery."
"Brother Yun, do you think when Ji Yu slaps him later, that Roadroller will spin right up into the sky and out of the arena? The Young Lady specifically ordered not to kill anyone. Ji Yu really has to hold back. If he loses control, he might actually send him to meet his maker."
Yun Cheng: "Don't worry. Ji Yu might not be great in other aspects, but his execution is strong. He'll hold back."
While the two were whispering their complaints, the audience below couldn't help but exclaim as well upon seeing this.
"My God! Hank's full-strength slap, and this guy's face didn't even turn red?"
"What is this eastern giant made of? Steel?"
"His skin must be bulletproof! It's so thick!"
"This is the Hell Giant!"
"..."
Meanwhile.
Seeing that Ji Yu was fine after taking the slap, Liu Yutong breathed a slight sigh of relief. Even though she had great confidence in Ji Yu's strength, she still didn't want to see him get hurt.
To be precise, she didn't want to see anyone from the Ten Thousand Dragons Association get hurt.
After confirming Ji Yu was indeed fine, Liu Yutong said directly to Jesse, "Go contact the local police chief. Tell him that you bet ten million dollars in a slap competition under his name."
Hearing this, Jesse froze for a moment. "Great-grandmother, didn't you place that bet?"
Liu Yutong: "Just do as I say. Oh, and arrange for this slap competition to be notarized or something to ensure the match is legal."
With things spelled out to this extent, even if Jesse was stupid, he understood what she wanted to do. He nodded immediately. "Yes, Great-grandmother! I'll get it done right away!"
The United States already had these kinds of competitions, so applying for it wouldn't be difficult, especially when the local police chief had placed a bet.
Of course, after winning the match, the chief wouldn't get the principal amount; he would only get the winnings.
As for whether the losing side could afford to pay, that wasn't her business.
Whoever the creditor is can go collect it themselves.
Anyway, in the first round, she had successively gained tens of millions of dollars, almost emptying the pockets of Rossi and that Miles, even leaving them deep in debt.
This was the consequence of overconfidence. They thought they would definitely win the second round and recoup their losses, but little did they know the second match would be their true nightmare!
As for why she had Jesse do this.
It was simple. First, it would help Jesse build some special connections in the future. Second, it was inappropriate for her as a foreigner. Third and most importantly, she was a law-abiding citizen, even when abroad.
In short, Jesse did all this; it had nothing to do with her. She never thought of bribing anyone.
As for the Bai family donating money, that was completely aboveboard and not a violation of the rules.
After Jesse left, Liu Yutong gave instructions to Su Mansu, "Right now, immediately use our identity as special investigation consultants to contact the San Francisco Police Department. Report to them that while legally investigating relevant clues, we accidentally discovered and locked onto a major suspect involved in the case who is responsible for murder, and have them send people over immediately to make an arrest."
As a law-abiding businesswoman, even overseas, she had to be good at utilizing local laws and judicial forces to punish vicious criminals.
Su Mansu understood implicitly and immediately nodded. "Yes, boss! I'll do it right away!"
...............
After arranging everything, Liu Yutong turned her head to look at the stage.
At this moment, when the audience saw this Hell Giant from the East raise his hand, they instinctively held their breath.
Roadroller Hank also took a deep breath, gripping the table in front of him tightly with both hands, his whole body's muscles tense, ready to take the slap.
Although he was indeed a bit afraid of this eastern giant in his heart, he still had confidence in his strike resistance. After all, he had participated in many slap competitions and had rich experience in taking hits.
Under the gaze of countless eyes, Ji Yu's right arm reached its highest point, and then swung down with terrifying kinetic energy!
Whoosh!
The wind from the palm even created the sound of rushing air.
Hank widened his eyes, watching the giant palm getting closer and closer. The fear in his heart instantly skyrocketed, making him almost unable to breathe!
The next second.
Bang!!!!
A loud noise, much like a tire suddenly exploding, violently erupted inside the octagon!
Under the horrified gazes of everyone present, the previously unshakable Hank the Steamroller had his head violently snap to the side at a grotesque angle. The heavy flesh on his face rippled violently like waves, and his eyes instantly rolled back into his head. Even the mouthguard clenched between his teeth shattered to pieces, flying out along with several of his teeth.
At the same time, his massive, heavy frame lifted off the ground. He flew sideways through the air as if he had just been hit by a heavy truck.
Thud!
Hank's enormous body slammed heavily onto the ground. Without even letting out a scream, he passed out cold, lying completely motionless.
Half of his face was already a bloody, mangled mess, completely unrecognizable from how he looked just moments ago.
The entire gym instantly fell dead silent.
One slap!
Just a single slap!
And Hank, a professional slap-fighting competitor nicknamed the Steamroller, was knocked out cold and left completely disfigured right on the spot!
What kind of monstrous strength was this?
Was he... even human?
