I'm building Gundams in America

Chapter 411 Come again, all of you! (Seeking monthly votes)

Upon seeing Wayne's muscular physique, the members of the Blood Gang and the Tumor Gang were all taken aback, their expressions filled with shock.

When they saw Wayne teaching the Tumor Gang a lesson, they had vaguely seen the muscles on Wayne's arms.

At this moment, Wayne took off his robe, revealing his physical body, which gave them a sudden feeling of unreality.

Wayne's muscles are very smooth, not the kind of bulky musclemen you see in the gym with steroids, but rather have a beauty reminiscent of an ancient Greek statue. Every movement he makes is extremely natural and fluid, without the slightest awkwardness.

Seeing this, Tyne, who sells fitness supplements, murmured, "Natural bodybuilding—this is simply the holy grail of natural bodybuilding—go for it—this is just too beautiful—"

So-called natural bodybuilding means building muscle and shaping your body without using any exogenous synthetic drugs, relying entirely on your own innate hormone levels, strength training, diet, and sleep recovery.

Compared to the currently popular muscle-building drugs, natural bodybuilding is extremely slow, and may require three to five years of training to achieve the same growth rate as drug-based bodybuilding in just a few months.

Basically, it's the difference between the righteous path and the evil path.

What surprised everyone even more was Wayne's earlier statement that he would represent some kind of "Saints Gang" in the competition.

Nick asked in astonishment, "Godfather Wayne, what—what is this Saints Gang? Are you really going to participate? This is no joke!"

Although they knew that Wayne's fighting skills were extremely proficient, and he could even be called a martial arts master, the gang members participating in the bloody fighting tournament were all the most capable "leaders" handpicked by their respective gangs.

In this octagonal cage, in a group battle mode, many things are hard to say, and there is nowhere to hide.

Wayne said calmly, "Of course, Nick, the Saints are my own gang, and I will represent the entire Saints in this battle."

Before anyone else could react, Wayne had already stepped into the octagonal cage in front of him.

Upon seeing this, the surrounding Latino and white gang members were initially taken aback, then burst into laughter.

"Look at this skinny white pastor, the Saints Gang? Hahaha, it's ridiculous!" Andrew, the leader of the 18th Street gang, roared with laughter. "I could blow this fucking white sis's head off with just one punch!"

"Tsk tsk, what the hell is this Saints' Gang? Is it some kind of church priest gang? How do these priests and pastors who fuck little boys collect protection money? Little boys' saliva? Oh, Bob, my child, today your protection money is—20 milliliters!"

"Do you know what you're doing? You fucking tiny thing, your waist isn't even as thick as my thigh, get down here! You're disgracing white people!"

"No, I'm going to use this fucking Jesus as a punching bag later!"

"No—no—" Amidst the laughter of the crowd, Gold Tooth Mario narrowed his eyes, staring intently at Wayne on the ring, and said, "I think I've seen him before—he's Bruce Wayne, that damn child star and internet celebrity! I watched that show when I was a kid—"

At this point, Gold Tooth Mario licked his lips, a greedy glint in his eyes: "I used to be so envious of your life, damn it, Jack—I never thought you'd be mine now—"

Upon hearing the nickname "Bang Jack," several gang members present showed expressions of surprise.

Obviously, no one expected that the black-haired, black-eyed guy who looked like a Jesus cosplayer was actually the former Bang Jack.

After learning that the other person was a former child star, many people became even more excited.

In Los Angeles, Hollywood stars enjoy a prestigious status, and people naturally admire and idolize them.

For them, smashing the face of a former Hollywood star would be the ultimate pleasure.

The leader of the Aryan Brotherhood shouted, "Very well, since you've decided to participate in this bloody battle, then so be it. Poor Street has always been an open place, but—"

His tone shifted abruptly, a cruel look appearing on his face: "Since your so-called Saints' Gang has no one else, you will face three rounds of combat alone until you are completely defeated or admit defeat!"

Upon hearing this, members of the other five gangs, apart from the Blood Gang and the Tumor Gang, all showed cruel expressions and nodded in agreement.

Since this damn Wayne wants to get himself killed, I might as well help him out.

Moreover, they were confident that once the fight began, Wayne would have no chance to fall or beg for mercy.

He'll be beaten so badly he'll stay standing!

"Very well, since everyone has agreed, I think we can begin." Mario with the gold teeth grinned.

He couldn't wait to smash Wayne to pieces.

It's like breaking a beautiful piece of porcelain.

Nick and Magna exchanged a glance, then simultaneously raised their hands and said, "The Blood Gang forfeits."

"We, the Crippled Gang, are withdrawing from this bloody fight!"

This scene stunned the remaining five gang members. Mario with the gold teeth let out a wild laugh and said, "Forfeit? You cowardly black devils want to abandon your Jesus boyfriends? Well, that's a wise choice—"

The leaders of the other gangs shrugged, showing indifference to the Blood Gang and Tumor Gang's withdrawal.

After all, the other party still needs to make a living on the streets of Poor Street. Since they voluntarily gave up their rights, they were relinquishing many of their interests in Poor Street.

The fact that the Black gangs have taken the initiative to back down is a good thing.

With two fewer people sharing the cake, the remaining people naturally feel less pressure.

"Round one!" Wood, the leader of the Wood gang of the Aryan Brotherhood, shouted, making a gesture.

Immediately, one member from each of the remaining three Latino gangs and two white gangs entered the octagon.

These so-called fighting matches between poor neighborhood gangs are all very simple and brutal.

The so-called three rounds are when one person from each group enters the octagon to fight in each round until only one person remains standing.

Then the remaining fighters will engage in a final cage battle until only one person remains.

There are no complicated rules; there is only simple, brutal, bloody, and primitive chaos.

At the same time, several gang members took out their phones and started live streaming, shouting out betting orders.

For these impoverished gangs, bloody fighting matches are also a form of underground boxing, and they can make money by hosting and live-streaming them online.

This can also be considered a way to generate revenue, as underground boxing has always had a huge market in the United States.

"Clang—" The iron door of the octagon was closed, and with Wayne, there were a total of six people standing in the ring.

Seeing the black-haired, black-eyed man in front of them, the other five exchanged glances and, almost without hesitation, charged towards Wayne at the same time!

Their idea was simple: eliminate the weakest one first, and then engage in a melee.

"Die, kid!" roared a member of the 18th Street gang with the Virgin Mary tattooed on his forehead, throwing a punch at Wayne.

This is a drug-fueled fitness enthusiast with shoulders as broad as a door and muscles as large as a small mountain.

His fists alone are comparable to Wayne's head.

"You son of a bitch, you beat me to it!" a white boxer cursed angrily.

In the next instant, Wayne swiftly raised his hand and grabbed the tattooed boxer's wrist. With a quick tug, a muffled thud was heard as the tattooed boxer, who had just charged forward, was pulled back by a powerful force and slammed his head against a pillar of the iron cage, instantly bleeding profusely.

Before the white boxer could react, Wayne crouched down in front of him and instantly threw a punch, striking the opponent's liver.

Liver-Exploding Fist!

The intense pain caused the white boxer to collapse instantly, unable to even scream, his body curled up like a shrimp.

Immediately afterward, Wayne took a step forward and lunged into the arms of another muscular man, slamming his shoulder into him. With a loud thud, the man was sent flying and crashed to the ground.

"Die!" The remaining two boxers attacked Wayne from the left and right, but Wayne did not retreat but advanced, throwing two punches at the same time.

With a loud "bang," the four fists collided head-on.

The two boxers felt as if they had hit a steel plate, letting out a muffled groan. Before they could react, the shadow of the fist changed, and they were instantly struck in the chin, collapsing to the ground with a thud.

Wayne clenched his fist, having now basically assessed the difference in strength between his opponent and himself.

Although my stamina of 3.3 is already quite good, and combined with master-level mixed martial arts skills, it is enough to knock these people down, but in a head-on confrontation, I still cannot achieve a complete crushing victory in terms of strength.

Looking at the value of [Experience Points: 172/200] on the panel, I know that new free attribute points are about to be condensed, along with those two free attribute points.

Without hesitation, Wayne immediately added both of his free attribute points to Stamina.

[Stamina: 5.3/5.3]

Immediately, a surge of power erupted from his limbs and bones, and with each movement, his bones and fascia emitted a dull popping sound.

He could feel that the power was incredibly violent, and it was even rapidly changing his muscles and bones!

Looking at the gang members outside the octagon, he calmly said, "Come on, all of you."

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