I listened to your advice and finally became a male god.

Chapter 292 Harvest
As night falls, the Jinmen Martial Arts Hall is brightly lit.

There was nothing to do before the game and no preparation was needed, but Zhang Yang still asked Director Ye to sort out the opponent's information in a responsible manner.

At this moment, I am analyzing them one by one on the projection.

"Jin Xionghao has twenty wins, three losses, and eight KOs in his career..."

"Matsui Jiro, has nineteen wins, two losses, and nine KOs in his career..."

There is a saying that this rising fighting master is at the peak of his powers, and he is a fighting star-level existence in his respective country and even in the world's fighting competition arena.

This lineup is really worthy of his current strength.

"That's enough." Zhang Yang just looked at it briefly, adhering to the attitude of knowing oneself and the enemy and being victorious in any battle.

But in fact, if these people put it harshly, it would be enough for him to give him a finger?
Wen Wu is the best, and Wu Wu is the second. His strength is inhuman, and he is more inclusive. He possesses ten elite-level martial arts in his body. Not only is there nothing wrong with being a little proud, but it is the right time.

"Mr. Zhang, I heard from Mr. Chen that you killed a bull with one palm in the capital. Is this the case?" Director Ye hesitated to speak, but finally asked.

To put it bluntly, the well-known fighters in the fighting world participating today actually have many fans in China.

But in this person's eyes, it's just a slap?
In other words, does this palm fall on a person?

He can either make the opponent fly away without being hurt, or he can give the opponent a seemingly gentle punch, but in fact it can cause the opponent's muscles and bones to shake and his internal organs to vibrate.

"I think I'm just afraid that it will be inconvenient for Mr. Zhang..." Director Ye looked at Zhang Yang.

It’s true to promote martial arts, but isn’t there a saying that friendship comes first, competition comes second?

In this arena match, it is natural that the opponent will die or be maimed, but if someone breaks every rib, isn't it just like playing?
"That's good." Director Ye let out a long sigh of relief.

"Well, I still have a sense of the overall situation." He said casually.

"Little Mr. Zhang, little Mr. Zhang." Lu Yao's voice came from outside the conference room, "Please help me see why my punch is a bit awkward..."

"Ah this!" Director Ye gasped at the side, staggering and almost losing his balance.

The bull was running at full speed, and a car was overturned. He couldn't even imagine what would happen to a flesh and blood body that collided with this bull.

"Yeah." Zhang Yang nodded and admitted.

Zhang Yang wore a mask and glanced at Chen Zhang.

It is undoubtedly inappropriate and inconsistent with the tone of a game to involve blood spattering everywhere.

"What you said is a bit funny. I just like this contestant. You don't have many foreign movie stars, singers, etc. that you admire? Besides, what is this Mr. Long? When he hears the name, he is a bit middle-of-the-road, isn't it... you guys Don’t you feel embarrassed?”

This is the ultimate control of strength.

Of course Zhang Yang knew this.

The resources of the event organizers are evident.

His current strength has already reached the level of being able to control it easily, and he can inflict 90% damage to his opponent.

In the stadium, there is still more than an hour before the game.

These people were all invited by him through Chen Zhang's name. If they were all killed or injured in this comprehensive competition, things would be really bad...

It was obviously quite some time before the game, but the crowds at the entrance of the stadium had already begun to surge.

"It's not very convenient." Zhang Yang shook his head and smiled, stood up and walked out of the conference room.

"The tickets are all sold out, and a large number of standing tickets have been sold," Director Ye said.

"Come on, where's your mother? She doesn't support Mr. Long, but is cheering for foreigners?!"

Before the mixed martial arts competition, the momentum was huge. Martial arts enthusiasts from all over the country came from thousands of miles away to prepare to watch the grand fighting competition.

"Okay, brother, don't scare Lao Ye." Chen Zhang shook his head and smiled, "Don't worry, Lao Ye, Zhang Yang knows what's going on."

In the conference room, several people looked at each other and smiled.

Director Ye quickly took out a tissue and wiped the sweat from his face, unable to say a word.

"If you put all the profits in your own pocket, I will definitely call you an evil capitalist, but if you donate them all, I can only say that you have done a good job." Zhang Yang chuckled. "Okay, I'm going backstage first."

·
The next afternoon, Jinmen Gymnasium.

A mixed martial arts match, with big-name sponsors gathered at the scene.

"Find a fight!"

"On the ring, should I care about the severity of the fight?"

Throughout history, this was the first time that the game had not started yet. As the organizer, he was worried about his opponent's fate.

"We, Lu Yao, might as well give Zhang Yang a job as a driver's assistant, and learn a few tricks from him," Chen Zhang said.

Many fans came to help.

Zhang Yang was backstage with Chen Zhang and the others in the VIP stands, sitting and chatting while overlooking the layout of the venue.

He prepared to put on the mask.

Zhang Yang glanced at him.

"Mr. Zhang, please be merciful in this arena competition." Director Ye was dripping with cold sweat.

"No, buddy, are you really going to keep wearing this?" Chen Zhang glanced at it and couldn't help but joke, "If you show up, after today's battle, I guarantee that you will become famous all over the country, become internationally famous, and make money. The honor is inexhaustible!”

Chen Zhang opened his mouth, and a Cantonese song suddenly sounded in his mind.

"One step, one punch, kung fu idea..."

"Ah, my brain!" Chen Zhang covered his head and suddenly started shouting.

Backstage, Zhang Yang waited quietly.

Anyway, wearing a mask isolates you from reality and your true self.

So tonight, Zhang Yang would like to call it a glass night.

Time passed minute by minute.

Zhang Yang sat in a separate waiting room, closing his eyes slightly, listening to the thunderous crowds of people coming from outside the venue.

It seemed that the host had already stepped forward.

"It's time for you to prepare..."

In the waiting room, there was a gentle knock, and a staff member leaned in and informed softly.

Zhang Yang opened his eyes fiercely.

Suddenly, the dark waiting room seemed to light up instantly when Zhang Yang opened his eyes.

"Ah this..." The staff opened their eyes wide, thinking that they had just hallucinated, and they were all horrified.

"I know." He stood up.

He had no idea that the virtual chamber electricity generation special effect of the Grandmaster's temperament had just been triggered.

As night fell, the stadium was filled with people.

On the big screen, the profiles of the contestants flashed continuously. Each and every rising star in the fighting world enjoys a great reputation internationally. On the screen, scenes of wonderful KO moments in their careers flashed constantly.

I only have one feeling after watching them, that is, these people are very strong, super strong.

In fact, these are all small tricks behind running a company.

The more the opponent's tyranny is foreshadowed, the more it will highlight Zhang Yang's super invincibility as the victor in the end.

Yes, Zhang Yang was already labeled as a sure winner before he even started.

"Okay, let's invite our warring parties, Yasangklai from Siam, and our...Mr. Long!" the host shouted loudly.

The roar on the field surged like a tidal wave.

After a while, on the side of the ring, a boxer from Siam, Yasangklai, walked onto the ring with his hands raised in the air and his eyes sharp.

The other side of the ring.

Under the spotlight, a masked figure stepped out, it was Zhang Yang.

In fact, a duel that could be over in just one second had to include all kinds of foreshadowing, introductions, and a wave of cheers from the audience.

Zhang Yang adjusted his mask and had no choice but to cooperate with the organizer and greet the audience.

On the field, everyone's eyes were focused on the figure on the ring, who was the worthy protagonist today. "Hiss! Such momentum." Someone couldn't help but marvel.

The figure on the field was tall and straight, like a mountain standing still, and there was an invisible aura of a master coming towards him.

It should be said or not, although the fight has not started yet, everyone should give a thumbs up to this skin.

"Isn't it... that he's just a fake?"

"How can you have the confidence to stand under so many eyes and look so good?" Someone couldn't help laughing.

The overwhelming excitement on the field and the carnival of netizens online are destined to attract the attention of the whole people.

In the ring, the referee comes on stage.

"Okay! Start!" He whistled.

Yasanclay stretched his arms and took a stance.

Siamese boxing has always been famous for its ruthlessness and very powerful lethality. Both fists, legs, elbows and knees are all weapons.

He stared at the masked opponent in front of him who was pretending to be mysterious, took a deep breath, and slowly approached.

"Take action!" His eyes were shining brightly, as if he had found the best time to take action.

The moment he took action, he seemed to vaguely see the other party move.

The next second, an unimaginable huge force bombarded him. Then, the sky and the earth spun, and the whole person flew out and hit the ring hard.

"Well, I've tried my best to hold back my strength." Zhang Yang put his feet back and muttered to himself.

The kick he just used was from Chuanwu's Tan Kick, and it only had a small amount of power. After all, if he used his full strength, his opponent's internal organs would be turned into mud.

Ding!
Siamese boxing has been successfully reproduced.

Congratulations to the host, you have mastered Siamese Boxing.

The system's beep sounded in a timely manner.

Zhang Yang smiled slightly and was very satisfied.

He now seems to be collecting fragments of the world's martial arts into himself, embracing all rivers and embracing all things.

This Siamese boxing has been circulated in Siam for so many years, so it naturally has merits. At this moment, as soon as he mastered this boxing technique, Zhang Yang suddenly felt that his understanding of the human body's power had gained another level.

The strength seems to have increased a bit.

Judging from his current level of strength, even if he improves even a little bit, the improvement is quite terrifying.

The court seemed a little too quiet. Zhang Yang came to his senses, raised a finger, faced the audience, and promoted his achievements at this moment in a high-profile manner.

Immediately, there was thunderous applause.

"Reappear in one blow!"

"Mr. Long is mighty!"

"Don't question it anymore. You can kick such a big person away, but you don't move. Do you need to say that you have such power?"

Countless online platforms for live broadcasts also ushered in carnivals.

Mr. Long’s name was resounding again.

In the gym, VIP room.

Chen Zhang and Director Ye looked at each other and were not surprised at all. They were even a little calm in their hearts.

"Mr. Chen, are you sure Mr. Zhang will stop?" Director Ye was still a little worried.

"Don't worry. The most you can do is break your muscles and bones, break your ribs, etc., and you're already fighting in a fighting match. You don't expect the opponent to be unscathed, do you? Okay." Chen Zhang waved his hand impatiently.

Just this old leaf ink mark.

With him here to shoulder the responsibility and the pre-game agreement, as long as he doesn't kill someone, what's the point of beating him half-crippled?
In another VIP room, Chen Wu's black hair was shawl, and her eyes were brilliant.

Just now, when her opponent on the field was kicked away, she clenched her fists in excitement.

"Brother Zhang Yang, come on."

She murmured, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

In the ring, the game continues.

For others, it is a visual feast and a thrilling journey that highlights national culture.

But for Zhang Yang, it only means harvest.

boom.

At this moment, the Jiu-Jitsu master from Brazil's Gracie family was killed again without any suspense.

The cheers on the field shook, and everyone was in high spirits.

Zhang Yang, on the other hand, just immersed himself in the system and carefully examined the results.

Ding!
Jiu-jitsu has been successfully reproduced

Congratulations to the host, you have mastered Jiu Jitsu.

"Well, the fragmented territory has come together a little bit more." Zhang Yang smiled.

But at this moment, wearing a mask, no one on the field could see his expression at this moment. Everyone could only see his motionless figure standing on the ring at this moment.

The feast continues, and so does the harvest.

Ding!
Kyokushin Kamateu has been successfully reproduced.

Congratulations to the host, you have mastered Kyokushin Karate.

Ding!
Jeet Kune Do has been successfully reproduced.

Congratulations to the host, you have mastered Jeet Kune Do.

Zhang Yang's heart surged with joy, and his veins surged with endless blood. It was an exaggeration to say it, and the description was too suspenseful to describe it, that is, the qi and blood were rushing like lead and mercury, and the bones and veins were like frost. Of course, Zhang Yang also knew that these were actually just illusions.

The real reason is that his control and perception of himself has reached an incredible level.

It has reached a state where a feather cannot be added and a fly cannot fall.

"Eh? Why are you so excited on the field?" Zhang Yang came back to his senses and suddenly realized that the surrounding audience seemed to be extremely excited.

He likes the big screen.

It turns out that the next one is that Jin Xionghao.

"No wonder." Zhang Yang suddenly realized.

Jin Xionghao had a drunken brawl in China before, which aroused a lot of indignation, and everyone pointed at himself to avenge him.

In this case···
Zhang Yang looked at the man in martial arts uniform who came up from the ring, but his face was a little pale.

"Subordinates... show mercy." He stammered in broken Chinese, obviously frightened.

They saw Zhang Yang's strength in their eyes.

That is absolutely invincible.

The fate of those opponents who went up first is already a precedent.

"Don't worry." Zhang Yang smiled.

A few moments··
There was a crisp click.

Zhang Yangyun calmly closed his fist.

"If you say three, it will be three. I won't cut off one more." Zhang Yang thought to himself.

A simple punch that broke three of his ribs was definitely showing mercy, right?

Ding!
Taekwondo has been reproduced.

Congratulations to the host, you have successfully mastered Taekwondo.

A pleasant system prompt sounded.

Zhang Yang watched with interest as the medical staff from the audience came up and carried Jin Xionghao off the stage, who could no longer move. By the way, he was greeted with a flood of applause and praise from all around him.

(End of this chapter)