"Kill that yellow-skinned monkey!”
"If you kill him, I'll give you a hundred bucks!”
"Punch! Why are you blocking?”
“……”
In an underground boxing ring in a bar in Los Angeles, two people were fighting.
A group of people around them were holding wine bottles and shouting loudly.
One of them was 1.9 meters tall and was a burly white man!
As for the other person, he was only about 1.7 meters tall. He was thin and looked like a bamboo pole. He was also Chinese.
But at this moment, the skinny young man was suppressing the white man and fighting.
However, at this moment, his face was extremely pale. The speed of his punches was very fast, and his moves were exquisite. However, the problem was that he was completely lacking in strength.
It was also because he kept punching the noses and eyes of the hundred people that John was so passive!
"F * ck, John, do you have any f * cking guts? Hit him! He couldn't even defeat a skinny yellow monkey? You're hitting your mother!" A drunkard shouted at the side.
John, who was being suppressed, suddenly burst out with a roar. He ignored the fact that his face was being hit and punched the young Chinese.
The young Chinese man was hit in the chest and flew out. He fell to the ground and groaned.
Due to the huge difference in size, he took the punch head-on and almost fainted.
The audience cheered.
It would be more interesting if the yellow-skinned monkey on the stage was really beaten to death!
John walked forward with a dark face and suddenly punched.""You f * cking dare to slap my face!”
Ye Fei looked at the fist smashing towards his face and slowly exhaled. He had reached his limit and could not move!
Being beaten to death like this could also be considered a form of relief, right?
Other people transmigrated to all kinds of awesome things, so why did he transmigrate to decades ago? It was still in America.
At this time in America, the Chinese were in a very miserable situation.
Even if the Chinese worked harder and did things seriously, they were still at the bottom of society. They belonged to the group of people who were discriminated against, the bottom of the food chain!
Moreover, his body was still sickly. Even if he knew martial arts, what could he do?
Suddenly, he felt John's fist slow down.
In his mind, a mechanical voice sounded,""Binding to the martial arts system successful."
System!
Ye Fei's entire body trembled. The f * cking system was finally here!
His exhausted body suddenly felt a surge of energy. The name of this energy was Hope!
"Soaring Ground Cannon!" Ye Fei tilted his head to dodge the punch. A force erupted from his back, supporting him as he leaped up and punched John's chin!
Among Bajiquan, the strongest move was the Heavenly Cannon!
John's eyes rolled back. Ye Fei grabbed John's arm and turned around to kick him. This kick also used all his strength.
His leg kicked John's shoulder, and with Ye Fei pulling John's arm, he directly broke his arm!
John's screams echoed throughout the entire underground boxing arena. He had won!
Ye Fei opened his mouth and spat out another mouthful of blood. His physical fitness was too poor!
All the drunkards in the surroundings were stunned. Their eyes were wide open and their mouths were wide open as they looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief.
Such a thin and weak yellow-skinned monkey actually defeated John and broke one of his arms?
How was this possible?
Ye Fei looked around, but he did not see any respect for the strong. Instead, he saw disbelief and disdain. He despised John for not being able to defeat a yellow-skinned monkey!
"What are you looking at?" A wine bottle flew out from the crowd and smashed towards Ye Fei.
Ye Fei avoided the bottle and looked coldly at the person who threw the bottle."You only dare to throw bottles below? If you have the guts, go on stage!"
The person who threw the bottle subconsciously avoided Ye Fei's gaze and did not dare to look at him.
Ye Fei spat, curled his lips disdainfully, and strode towards the exit.
The fat bar owner counted out a hundred dollars and handed it to Ye Fei."Are you still interested in coming?"
"You know my number. Call me if there's a competition!”
Ye Fei took the hundred dollars and walked out of the bar.
This was the 1960s. Money was very valuable in America at this time. One hundred dollars was equivalent to five thousand dollars before transmigration. It was already a lot and could do many things.
When Ye Fei walked out of the basement of the bar, the curses behind him were unbearable to hear, but this was the performance of a real coward!
Ye Fei didn't care either. What he cared about was the martial arts system that had suddenly appeared!
"Congratulations to the host for winning the battle. You have received 100 combat points!”
The system's cold voice sounded.
Ye Fei was multitasking. As he walked, he was distracted by the system page.
[Host: Ye Fei]
[Ability: Level One Martial Artist (Beginner)]
[Combat Value: 100]
[Martial Arts Mastery: Bajiquan]
[System Store: Open]
Ye Fei frowned slightly and directly entered the system store. Then, he felt shocked because there were really many things in the system.
There were all kinds of martial arts manuals that were not taught to outsiders.
Other than that, there were also various medicinal herbs and prescriptions, such as body tempering prescriptions.
This combat value could even be directly converted into strength. 100 combat value could raise his strength to a Level 2 martial artist!
Combat value could also be exchanged for money, 1:10!
In other words, his 100 combat points could be exchanged for 1,000 US dollars!
In this era, this was definitely a huge sum of money!
According to the currency, a dollar in the 1960s was equivalent to 50 dollars now. In other words, it was equivalent to 50,000 dollars!
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