Everyone in the hall burst into laughter at Lu Ming's words, deeming him impossibly arrogant.
The live stream chat was flooded with taunting comments.
[Did you guys hear what this idiot said? He said he's going to kill Boss Yan Ming and all his subordinates! Hahaha, that's the funniest joke I've heard all year.]
[He knows he's going to die, so begging for mercy is useless. He's a dead pig that isn't afraid of boiling water, right?]
[Boss Yan Ming, please avenge our adorable Xiao Ni Jiang and show no mercy to this son of a bitch!]
The underground boxing fighters didn't take Lu Ming seriously either.
Although Lu Ming appeared quite sturdy, in their eyes, he was utterly insignificant.
It wasn't surprising.
They fought in underground boxing matches daily, having experienced countless life-and-death battles. Ordinary people were no different from pigs or dogs in their eyes.
One of the underground boxing fighters sneered, "Kid, do you know who we are to be spouting such nonsense? We are all top-tier experts in the underground boxing world! Especially Brother Yan, his Western boxing is so powerful that many super experts have fallen before him. What can an ordinary person like you use to fight us?"
These men didn't consider Lu Ming a threat.
They were confident they could have Lu Ming pinned down in minutes once Yan Ming gave the order.
However.
Faced with such threats, Lu Ming showed no fear. He chuckled lightly and said dismissively, "Western boxing? Heh, foreign things. How can they compare to China's five thousand years of history and cultural heritage?! Today, I'll let you all know that Chinese kung fu is the world's number one!"
With that, he turned his feet inward, adopting a slightly awkward stance.
"Wing Chun, Lu Ming!"
Seeing Lu Ming's effeminate posture, all the underground boxing fighters burst into laughter.
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? A grown man striking such a sissy pose. It'd be beneath me to even dirty my hands hitting you."
"Wing Chun? Have you been watching too many movies? Think you're Ip Man?"
Yan Ming also wore a mocking expression.
To him, Lu Ming's words were merely the ravings of a man facing death.
He waved his hand and commanded, "Chop him!"
Immediately, an underground boxing fighter stepped forward, raising a fist the size of a sand pot and striking towards Lu Ming.
The other fighters stood by, watching.
In their opinion, one underground boxing fighter was more than enough to deal with a minor character like Lu Ming.
Even using two would be embarrassing.
But what they never expected was to see something that almost made their jaws drop.
As the fighter threw a punch, Lu Ming instantly dodged, stepped forward, and then slammed a fist into the fighter's chest.
"Wing Chun, Jāt Zì Chōng Quán!"
*Bang!*
*Crack, crack, crack!*
In an instant, the underground boxing fighter felt a force like a thousand pounds. He was sent flying back four or five meters, landing heavily on the ground with a thud, kicking up a cloud of dust.
One down.
Lu Ming resumed his peculiar, awkward stance.
This time, all the underground boxing fighters dared not be careless. They clearly understood the strength of their fallen comrade, who had been dealt with in a single blow, indicating that Lu Ming indeed possessed real skill.
"Heh, we underestimated you."
"Brothers, attack together!"
Several underground boxing fighters swarmed forward, launching a series of attacks on Lu Ming from all directions.
But to everyone's surprise, Lu Ming weaved and dodged, not a single punch landing on him! When someone tried to grab and restrain him, he easily broke free with a flick of his wrist.
"Wing Chun, Chōng Tiān Pào Quán!"
"Wing Chun, Fèng Yǎn Quán!"
"Wing Chun, Lián Xiāo Dài Dǎ!"
"Wing Chun, Lián Huán Jāt Zì Chōng Quán!"
*Takataka, takataka,* Lu Ming's punches were incredibly fast, like a machine gun's rapid fire. All the underground boxing fighters who got close were knocked to the ground.
In less than a minute, over a dozen underground boxing fighters lay on the ground, barely breathing.
Lu Ming, on the other hand, showed no signs of exertion, his face uncolored and his breathing steady, as if nothing had happened.
With his legs firmly planted.
Lu Ming once again adopted his effeminate stance and provocatively beckoned Yan Ming.
Yan Ming narrowed his eyes slightly.
He sized up Lu Ming, his attitude towards him shifting.
A man who could easily defeat over a dozen underground boxing fighters was certainly no ordinary individual, though the style of boxing he used looked incredibly feminine.
"Heh, a style used by women. Am I afraid of you?" Yan Ming flicked his hand and strode towards Lu Ming.
He spoke as he walked, "I'll show you that Western boxing is the world's number one martial art!"
Before the two could engage.
Xiao Ni Jiang shouted to the live stream, "Fans, please support Brother Yan, support Xiao Ni Jiang! Like, cheer, let's all work together to take down that son of a bitch!"
She expected her 100,000 fans to fully support her.
But to Xiao Ni Jiang's surprise, her stream had gone viral. The number of online viewers had surged from 100,000 to over a million, a tenfold increase!
Moreover, the casual viewers who joined the stream later were all there to support Lu Ming.
After understanding the full story and witnessing Xiao Ni Jiang's disgusting behavior, they flooded the stream, expressing their strong condemnation of her insult to martyrs and giving their full support to Lu Ming.
[You disgusting slut, you look like a human but act like an animal! You insult martyrs and then expect support? Have you no shame? Do you really think there are no sensible people in China?]
[Little brother, keep it up! Beat up those scumbags who insult martyrs! I'm supporting you!]
[Wearing kimonos, dancing to Sakura songs, practicing Western boxing – what kind of garbage is this?]
[It's laughable that there are still people supporting this venomous woman. They're all lust-blinded, brainless trash.]
[These stray dogs should be kicked out of China!]
The comments were even more numerous and harsher than before, but now they were exclusively directed at Xiao Ni Jiang.
Occasionally, a few foolish individuals who supported Xiao Ni Jiang would be verbally thrashed by the righteous netizens to the point of being unable to function.
Finally, the administrators personally intervened.
Anyone who dared to support Xiao Ni Jiang would have their account permanently banned.
Forever banned!
No matter how much money you spent, no matter how high your ranking, if you dared to insult martyrs and fawn over foreign things, you'd be permanently banned!
In an instant, Xiao Ni Jiang's image completely collapsed.
Looking at the screen full of insults, Xiao Ni Jiang showed no remorse. Instead, she blamed everything on Lu Ming.
She glared fiercely at Lu Ming, gritting her teeth and shouting, "Brother Yan, beat this son of a bitch up severely for me! Break both his hands and feet! I want him to wish for death but be unable to die for the rest of his life!"
Yan Ming chuckled, raised his hand, and waved it, looking completely confident.
He looked at Lu Ming and said calmly, "Three seconds. I'll finish you."