After Reborn, I Became the Bigshots' Beloved

Chapter 105: Chapter 105: Shengsheng’s Third Mysterious Vest

Including Lu Youming, Han Jing, and Lan Yu in the audience.

It took everyone a few seconds to come back to their senses.

Were their eyes deceiving them, or was this some kind of fantasy film?

A frail-looking girl, seemingly weighing less than a hundred pounds, kicking a burly man weighing two to three hundred pounds off the stage—how was that even possible???

But no matter how impossible it seemed, Tu Shan was lying right in front of them on the ground, his face contorted with pain, unable to utter a single word.

Even his dark face unmistakably showed a trace of paleness.

This is freaking...

This is freaking something that would be criticized for exaggerated plot and lack of logic even in a fantasy movie, right???

Some had thought this match might end quickly, but no one expected Tu Shan to be the one getting instantly defeated.

Seeing Tu Shan being kicked off with such force, everyone instinctively wanted to scream out loud, to cheer for the girl’s astonishing performance.

But before they could shout, they suddenly remembered—they all bet on Tu Shan to win just minutes ago!

If Tu Shan were to lose just like this, they’d lose all their money, down to their very last pair of underpants!

Some spectators had been fully confident in Tu Shan, having placed all their worth on him; if he lost, wouldn’t they be totally ruined?!

The girl’s opening move made everyone realize how foolish and hasty their judgments and bets were.

Yeah, if she didn’t have real skills, who would just go up there seeking death?

Who knows if this girl has some Innate Divine Strength, but the bets placed are like water poured out—too late for regrets now.

Thus, everyone could only grit their teeth and frantically yell towards Tu Shan on the ground—

"Tu Shan, get up, quick! Get back on the stage and fight!"

"Stand up, Tu Shan! Are you going to lose to a little girl?! Weren’t you just looking down on her a moment ago?!"

"Damn it! Tu Shan, damn it, stand up for god’s sake! I’ve bet all my money on you! If you lose, I’m dragging you down with me!!!"

"Tu Shan, get up! Hurry back on stage and knock this little girl out! Aren’t you the Underground Boxing King of Jiang City? Are you even in this business anymore?!"

As Tu Shan lay on the ground he truly understood for the first time what it meant when people say it doesn’t hurt when you’re just talking, because they’re not the ones in pain, while his back was almost exploding in agony!

This kick almost broke his spine! Is this really the strength a human girl could possess?

Always arrogant due to his formidable strength, this was the first time Tu Shan felt genuine fear towards an opponent in an arena.

The moment the whistle blew, the girl’s speed produced afterimages and her almost superhuman strength left him deeply psychologically scarred.

He even felt that even if he went back on stage prepared, the girl could simply kick him off again with ease.

But even though his legs were shaking, Tu Shan had to bite through the pain, struggling back onto his feet and the stage.

The rules of their underground boxing match were clear—we don’t declare a winner unless one fighter is knocked unconscious or unable to stand up within ten seconds.

And like him, a contracted fighter—if he didn’t continue fighting before the match was officially over, the penalty fee would be more than several matches’ worth.

What to do.

He just had to grit his teeth and go on.

Seeing Tu Shan get up from the ground and return to the stage rekindled a bit of hope among the crowd.

After all, Tu Shan was someone who had fought countless times without defeat and was known as the Underground Boxing King of Jiang City; it was impossible for him to lose to a little girl.

It must have been because he was unprepared or underestimated her earlier. This time back on stage, it was absolutely impossible for him to fold as before.

The audience brimmed with confidence, cheering for Tu Shan in unison.

"That’s right! Just like that!"

"Tu Shan, charge! We believe in you!"

"Boxing King! Boxing King! Boxing King!"

"KO! KO! KO!"

The crowd was boiling with excitement.

Then, the very next second, they saw the girl, expressionless, grab Tu Shan’s arm, and before he could react, she threw him over her shoulder.

In an instant, Tu Shan was thrown back to where he had been lying just moments ago.

"..."

"..."

Tu Shan’s muscles tensed up as he trembled and climbed up from the ground again, eyes blood-red as he roared: "Again!!"

Taking this as merely the girl’s Innate Divine Strength, Tu Shan refused to believe her strength was endless.

He couldn’t believe he would be thrown off the stage for the third time!

Indeed, the girl didn’t kick Tu Shan off the stage again.

Because after Tu Shan went up for the third time, the girl finally moved her wrists and ankles, assumed a basic fighting stance, and locked eyes with her opponent.

Tu Shan shivered, inexplicably feeling that the girl was finally getting serious.

The entire audience held their breath.

The girl was now in a fighting stance.

Could it be that her earlier actions of knocking Tu Shan off the stage twice... were just warm-ups?

Tu Shan clenched his fists tightly.

He was someone who had clawed his way up from the slums, having fought countless fights since childhood, and many boxing matches—there was no way he truly believed he would lose to a young girl, especially a mere child.

But soon Tu Shan realized that thinking the girl only had Innate Divine Strength was far too naïve.

Not just in speed and strength, but in agility, stamina, explosive power, and fighting skills, the girl was top-notch in every aspect.

Within mere minutes, with precise defenses and evasive maneuvers, her powerful and swift attacks left Tu Shan with no chance to retaliate, visibly struggling to keep up.

In stark contrast, the girl appeared calm and composed.

While Tu Shan was gasping for breath, the girl’s hair was slightly disheveled, but her forehead was sweat-free, and her breathing was as smooth as ever.

This contrast was devastatingly demoralizing.

As the outcome of the match was about to be decided, Han Jing in the audience suddenly gasped, slapping his thigh and exclaimed: "Damn! I think I know who the person on stage is!"

"What?" Lan Yu was perplexed, "You mean, you know if she is Qiangwei?"

"I don’t know if she’s Qiangwei or not, but I’m sure she’s Panda!" Han Jing asserted firmly.

"...Panda?" Lan Yu became even more confused, "Who’s that?"

"A legend in the Abis underground boxing matches," Han Jing’s eyes lit up, "Or rather, our hidden national hero of China!"