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The guidance session concluded.

Zheng Haokang was in the locker room specially provided by the club, changing into his undershirt and trousers.

At this moment, a somewhat effeminate middle-aged man pushed the door open, speaking in rapid succession.

"Ah-Kang, have you really decided to retire next year and enter the entertainment industry?"

"Didn't you see how enthusiastic everyone was towards you today? That appearance fee isn't even a fraction of the registration fee…"

Turning his head to glance at his agent, Zheng Haokang didn't respond.

The agent continued to nag:

"I think it's a pity, you're in your prime right now, you should work harder…"

"What's there to regret?"

Zheng Haokang put on a tight-fitting shirt, interrupting him:

"What's the difference between fighting on stage and fighting in a movie? Both are performed for the audience to watch, for entertainment, as long as there's money to be made, right?"

The agent was stunned, and couldn't help but nod:

"That seems to make some sense."

"Don't reveal this matter for the time being."

Zheng Haokang faced the mirror on the dressing table, adjusting his hairstyle.

"Wait until I win the defending champion challenge, then announce it to the public, it will definitely become explosive news and make the front page headlines."

Hearing this, the agent's bitter face finally showed a slight hint of joy.

"Ah-Kang, you're really quick-witted, it seems my worries were unnecessary…"

Indeed, Zheng Haokang was a rising boxing champion, the KFC World Fighting Competition champion.

But in this world of entertainment supremacy and mediocrity, no matter how famous a boxing champion is, his commercial value is only about the same as a second-tier celebrity.

If he could rely on his current fame to successfully break into the entertainment industry and make a high-grossing kung fu movie, it would be different.

With the combination of the two effects, and strong capital support, there was a possibility of being promoted to a first-line action superstar.

Looking at Zheng Haokang's handsome face and muscular body, the agent's eyes lit up, fantasizing endlessly.

Zheng Haokang put on his clothes and casually asked:

"Where's A-Xiang?"

"Waiting in the parking lot."

"Later, you and him take a car and go out first, to lead the reporters away."

Before Zheng Haokang went out, he instructed:

"I'm going to Jenny's house tonight, it's not good to be followed by paparazzi."

"Uh, okay."

The agent nodded in agreement.

He knew that Jenny was a third-tier starlet that this rising boxing champion had just picked up.

The two walked out of the club venue.

There were still many fans and reporters gathered outside, shouting:

"Zheng Haokang, Zheng Haokang, I love you!"

"Zheng Haokang, look over here…"

Click, click, click—

The reporters raised their cameras and microphones, vying to ask various gossip topics.

Zheng Haokang wore sunglasses, a smile on his face, and waved.

Several bodyguards surrounded him, shouting: "Make way."

The cool-colored fluorescent lights were sparsely lit, appearing somewhat dim.

Zheng Haokang stood in front of the fire exit door, smoking a cigarette.

Faintly hearing that there was no more noise at the exit, he stepped towards another备用 SUV next to him.

He walked to the car, took out the key, and was about to open the door.

When the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of a figure standing by a nearby pillar.

Zheng Haokang ignored it, continued to open the door, and prepared to get in.

At this moment, he heard hurried footsteps, and the frequency was getting faster and faster.

He immediately looked up.

Seeing the figure running towards him quickly.

Whoosh, a gust of wind swept over.

Zheng Haokang's eyes narrowed, his heart warned, and he instantly made a dodging motion.

Bang!

The opponent, using the momentum of running, suddenly used a flying side kick, hitting the vehicle behind him.

The car alarm went off immediately.

In the harsh鸣声, Zheng Haokang sidestepped to the side.

Looking at the clear footprint that was impressively凹陷 into the car body, his pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly.

It should be known that the skin thickness of an SUV is not comparable to that of an ordinary car, at least 2 or 3 centimeters thick.

The power of this kick is rarely seen even among heavyweight players.

Zheng Haokang self-evaluated that only when he was firmly planted in training and kicked with all his strength could he barely create a similar effect.

And the opponent's physique looked obviously thinner than him.

How could there be such great power?

Zheng Haokang was surprised and suspicious, glaring at his opponent:

"Who are you? What do you want?"

The man wore a mask, covering half of his face.

But the exposed eyes were bright and shining, vaguely revealing some kind of expectation.

"Mr. Zheng, I am your fan, I just came here today to challenge you!"

After speaking, his figure suddenly swayed, and he rushed straight up with a punch.

Zheng Haokang didn't dare to be careless, put on a defensive posture, and retreated.

In an instant, the opponent's continuous combo bombardment came like a storm.

Heavy punches, swinging punches to follow up, leaping high sweep kicks, and a downward劈腿.

The speed was not very fast, but the connection of various techniques was extremely tight, without any pause, and the power was still surprisingly great.

As a professional player who also came from Sanda, Zheng Haokang could see the opponent's moves.

But every time he thought he had caught a flaw and tried to counterattack, he was always dodged or intercepted by the opponent in advance.

Forcing him to finally choose the most conservative approach.

Bend his arms to block, first protect the vital parts of the body, and withstand this wave of offensive.

At this time, Zheng Haokang was quite depressed.

With the opponent's strength, it would be more than enough to participate in the world's top mixed martial arts competition and compete for the gold belt.

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How could he be his fan?

Moreover, which fan is so crazy?!

Coming up and beating him with all his strength without saying a word.

Is he treating himself as a Boss in a game, or as a father-killing enemy?

Zheng Haokang felt like he had encountered a monster, and couldn't help but retreat.

However.

The opponent's perception was unusually敏锐, taking advantage of his carelessness, and seized this flaw.

Suddenly, he stepped forward and kicked sideways, instantly closing the distance, and flying with a kick.

Zheng Haokang only had time to block with his arms, and was kicked back several steps, almost falling.

A piercing pain also came from his arm, as if the radius had been kicked with a crack.

Fortunately, at this time, the opponent's offensive relaxed and stopped in place.

Looking at him with a dazed expression, full of doubt:

"Aren't you a world-class boxing champion, a free fighting champion? Why are you so weak?"

Hearing this, Zheng Haokang's face instantly became hot.

Feeling that the opponent was deliberately humiliating himself, the anger in his heart was aroused.

He was Zheng Haokang, who had been called a fighting genius since he was a child, and had been victorious all the way in professional competitions, with the reputation of "Fighting King".

How could he be beaten like this by an unknown guy who casually claimed to be a fan.

His expression was extremely凝重, and he re-established his posture.

Then he used擒拿术, which was forbidden in the arena but very useful in actual combat, and attacked with boxing and wrestling techniques.

Gouging the throat, grabbing the shoulder, twisting the wrist,缠臂, the moves became sharp and decisive, without any拖泥带水.

Zheng Haokang is worthy of being a boxing champion.

Although his physical strength was at a disadvantage in the battle, he adjusted his mentality quickly, and his various skills were also extremely熟练.

He once created some small troubles for his opponent.

But, that's all he could do.

Just as he bent down and潜步贴身, trying to use巧劲 to搂腰旋转 and施展背摔之技.

Pa!

The opponent directly grabbed his shoulder and反摔 him out.

Zheng Haokang fell to the cement floor, groaned, and hurriedly got up.

At this time, the opponent's next attack had already followed closely.

A鞭腿 broke through the air, and the劲风 howled.

Blowing Zheng Haokang's hair乱舞.

A foot was impressively stopped half an inch in front of him.

Then—

Slowly retracted.

Zheng Haokang's eyes widened, his chest heaving, with a sense of relief.

The opponent standing in front of him, however, showed disappointment in his eyes.

Like a climber who finally stood on the top of a mountain, but did not see the beautiful scenery in his mind.

This person who claimed to be Zheng Haokang's fan.

It was Fang Cheng who was one step late and missed the guidance class.

He chose this way to complete the actual combat experience with the world-class fighting champion.

Also through this battle, clarify a general power system.

The world-class boxing champion, who should represent the highest level of human fighting and the peak of physical fitness, is far inferior to "Berserk Goro Majima".

Also not as good as the mysterious man in black who died in his hands.

Zheng Haokang's strength is at most slightly stronger than Goro Majima in his normal state.

Fang Cheng suddenly realized.

Unconsciously, he has also reached some kind of inhuman level.

Thinking of this, although there is a sense of accomplishment in his heart, at the same time, there is also some loss.

After a few seconds of silence, he looked at the skill growth gained in the battle.

[Boxing Experience +10]

[Sanda Experience +10]

[Jujutsu Experience +15]

He glanced at Zheng Haokang, who had not yet recovered, and Fang Cheng turned and left.

"Wait!"

Zheng Haokang suddenly shouted at this time:

"Can you tell me, have you seen those monsters like me?"

Fang Cheng was stunned when he heard this.

Turning his head and凝眸, looking at this fighting star.