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Chapter 412 The Holy Thug (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Looking at Wayne standing in the center of the arena, all the gang members present, except for the Blood Gang and the Gang, showed a look of astonishment.

They never expected that Wayne would possess such formidable fighting power!

In a one-against-five situation, he managed to knock all five carefully selected boxers to the ground.

It's important to know that all the fighters participating in the Bloody Fighting Tournament are the top leaders and the most capable fighters from various gangs.

They weren't just street fighters; they had all undergone systematic training in boxing or free fighting.

They were defeated so easily!

At this moment, the boxers who had fallen to the ground, after overcoming the pain, all rubbed their injured areas, struggled to get up, and glared angrily at Wayne.

Upon seeing this, Mario of MS13 and York, the leader of the Skinheads, narrowed their eyes and looked at the members of the Tumor Gang and the Blood Gang.

"You damned black devils, this is your conspiracy! You brought in a fighting expert to replace you in the bloody fighting tournament, hoping to gain the greatest benefit?" Mario cursed with a gloomy face.

York, the skinhead leader, nodded and said, "That's right, this fucking Wayne is definitely a professionally trained fighter—I remember now, I've seen him online—that bastard who hands out knives to homeless people yesterday did a live stream—the guy who knocked all the homeless people with knives to the ground!"

Many of the gang members present widened their eyes and looked at Wayne, their expressions showing sudden realization.

Since the advent of short videos, watching short videos, especially TikTok, has become one of the important entertainment activities for these gang members, so many people have also seen those videos this morning.

However, the video was filmed at night, so it was relatively blurry and unclear, and they couldn't match the names at first.

Now they suddenly realized that the Wayne in front of them was the guy from the video!

"You fucking niggers, you've seriously violated the rules! You've fucking betrayed the honor of the Bloody Fighting Tournament!" Julian, the leader of the 18th Street gang, shouted.

This drew angry glares from members of other gangs towards the Blood Gang and the Tumor Gang.

There is an important premise to the bloody fighting between these gangs in the poor streets: no outside help can be invited.

You must be a member of a gang, and a long-term member at that.

Otherwise, if any gang grits its teeth and scrapes together the money to hire a professional fighter as an outside helper, it will surely be followed by other gangs.

In the end, everyone gets so competitive that they don't need to make money anymore; they can just give all their money to the foreign boxers.

It never ends.

Seeing Wayne's formidable fighting skills, the gangs present immediately concluded that Wayne was not a member of the Saints Gang at all, but rather an outsider hired by the Blood Gang and the Gang together!

They exploited loopholes in the system.

Nick shrugged and said, "Hey, we're the Bloods, not some Saints' Gang. I'm surprised Godfather Wayne is involved, but I can swear he's not some outside helper—I swear on the color of my fucking skin!"

However, the other gangs clearly did not believe him.

Or rather, even if they believe it, they still want to make a fuss!

Several leaders cracked their necks and turned to look at Wayne in the octagon. They saw the black-haired, black-eyed man standing there leisurely, surrounded by five boxers.

His face remained gentle, as if the person who had just punched him in the liver was someone else, not him.

"Fine, since you've seriously violated the rules as these black guys' outside helper, there's no need for us to talk to you about rules anymore—you asked for it yourself!" Gold Tooth Mario shouted, "All the boxers, come at me together! Knock this fucking Jesus down first, then we'll start the match again!"

His words immediately drew agreement from the other gang leaders. They nodded slightly, and someone opened the iron gate of the octagon, letting in the other two groups of ten fighters.

The dignity of the underworld in the poor streets cannot be challenged by an outsider, especially since it was requested by the other party himself!

Power, an endless stream of power, continued to surge within him, rapidly altering his bones, muscles, and even his physique!

His physique was rapidly becoming more robust, and his originally streamlined muscles were swelling again.

This kind of strength is different from the muscles developed by injections; it's a more gentle form that appears to the naked eye.

However, once he uses his power, his body immediately appears to swell up considerably!

Footsteps sounded around him, and a total of fifteen gang fighters surrounded him.

Seeing this, Nick, Magna, and the others panicked and rushed forward to stop them, shouting, "You fucking despicable people, this is completely unfair!"

"No one can fight fifteen boxers at the same time!"

They themselves had received great favors from Wayne, and naturally could not allow such a thing to happen.

Members of the other gangs immediately stood in front of them to stop their actions.

"It's alright." Wayne's voice came from inside the octagon, sounding perfectly calm, as if he were surrounded not by fifteen muscular gang fighters, but by fifteen obedient rabbits. "It'll be faster this way."

Upon hearing Wayne's words, Nick and the others had no choice but to stop in their tracks, their faces filled with worry.

Although Wayne had previously defeated all of the dozen or so members of the Sick Gang outside, that was on open streets. Each time, he actually only faced one or two enemies.

Being surrounded in an octagon is a completely different story.

But this was Wayne's order, and they really didn't know what to do.

Also—fast? What's fast?

Just then, a gang fighter in the octagon shouted and charged at Wayne.

At the same time, seven or eight other boxers also rushed towards Wayne.

These street-fighting gangsters don't care about fairness or one-on-one situations.

As long as we can win, who cares about sneak attacks from behind?

Just take down this damn Jesus!

Inside the octagon, standing in the corner, Mario with the gold teeth smiled slightly, knowing that Wayne was doomed.

No matter how good you are at fighting, you have no chance of defending against so many fighters.

These street fighters, including Mario himself, earned their reputations through sheer hard work, and many of them have even taken lives!

To everyone's surprise, the black-haired, black-eyed man stood there calmly, motionless, as the boxers rushed towards him.

In the blink of an eye, the fastest boxer was already in front of Wayne, throwing a punch at Wayne's chin.

Just as the fist was about to make contact with Wayne, he moved!

Before everyone's eyes, Wayne didn't even dodge; he simply threw a straight punch in an instant, so fast that it left a blur, and slammed it into the boxer's chest.

With a muffled thud, followed by the sound of bones breaking, the boxer's fist dropped instantly, and he was sent flying backward like a cannonball!

Blood gushed from his mouth and nose!

The boxer, weighing a full 100 kilograms, was suddenly launched into the air, his face contorted with shock and pain. He instantly knocked several people behind him to the ground, his momentum undiminished, before crashing heavily into the octagon's wire mesh and finally rolling to the ground, groaning in pain.

At the same time, Wayne suddenly turned around and threw another simple punch. A boxer who was preparing to launch a sneak attack was hit in the abdomen by this punch and was sent flying backward, spitting out gastric juice in mid-air!

"Go! Hold him down!" a white boxer shouted, lunging forward to grab Wayne's left arm.

Another Latino boxer understood and lunged forward to grab Wayne's right arm.

The two immediately showed joy, but when they tried their best to grab Wayne's arm, they found that he simply raised his arm and lifted them into the air!

Immediately afterwards, the two men were used as human punching gloves. Wayne threw several punches with both hands, sending the men who rushed at him flying. He then swung them off the ring, where they crashed to the ground, rolling and groaning.

"WTF—" Below the ring, Doug stared in disbelief at the scene before him, utterly unable to believe his eyes. "I—God, am I seeing the Hulk?"

Among those boxers, Wayne was like a Hulk with superhuman strength, capable of easily sending even seasoned fighters flying.

"No, no, no—this is fucking One-Punch Man—" the obese Nick exclaimed in disbelief. "The fucking comic is real—"

In the octagon, Wayne had knocked most of the fighters to the ground in the blink of an eye, leaving only two or three people, including Gold Tooth Mario, still standing there.

At this moment, everyone suddenly noticed that Wayne's figure seemed to be much taller than before. His muscles alone were like a mountain of flesh. Gone was the natural fitness beauty he had shown before. Instead, they were like chiseled wood, exuding a metallic luster and texture!

"Is it... just my imagination?" Magna, the leader of the Sick Gang, murmured as he looked at Wayne on the ring. "Mr. Wayne seems... to have grown taller..."

Inside the octagon, Gold Tooth Mario stared at the demon-like man before him, a flicker of panic in his eyes. He quickly shouted to his men below, "Quick, get him! Kill this bastard! Everyone, attack together!"

At his command, the members of MS13 immediately rushed into the octagon.

With the tacit approval of their leaders, the remaining gangs also sent many members onto the ring to surround Wayne.

Rules and regulations are no longer important.

Defeat this fucking monster!

No matter how good you are at fighting, you have absolutely no chance of winning against dozens of people!

Then, to everyone's astonishment, the muscular Jesus grinned, revealing a chillingly excited expression.

well.

I should get serious about this.

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