Who made him participate in the slapping contest?

Chapter 26 The Master Panicked

Snapped!

The slap was powerful and heavy, sending up plumes of magnesium powder and white smoke.

Tianbao groaned, his body swayed, and a light red five-finger mark appeared on his face.

"Whoa!"

"Amitabha!

Master Tianbao put his hands together in prayer and chanted a Buddhist mantra.

Ok!

Mom, it's spicy!

It's like eating an extremely spicy hot pot; the taste is a bit painful and sour.

It's just so-so!

"Master, how is it?" Hong Jie asked.

"A monk doesn't lie, that's average! You'll have to work harder next time, benefactor," Zhang Tianbao said.

"I will."

Hong Jie smiled and went back to the edge of the ring to drink water.

"Ah Jie, are you alright?" Wang Xiaoxian asked, wiping his sweat with concern in her eyes.

Hong Jie's face was flushed, and you could vaguely see purplish-red capillaries, as if blood might drip from it at any moment.

This is only the first round.

If the fight continues, they will likely suffer serious injuries.

"fine."

Hong Jie touched his cheek; the pain was still excruciating to the touch.

Zhang Tianbao's slap was purely an external force.

To be precise, it is the extreme exertion of this size and pure strength range.

It's an amazing palm technique; there's no loss of power.

Hong Jie can now deliver a punch that hits over 500 pounds, but his Iron Palm technique can only deliver a punch that hits over 300 pounds.

Zhang Tianbao is 1.73 meters tall and slightly overweight. Without internal energy, the absolute strength he can generate from Shaolin hard skills and muscle power alone would not exceed 500 pounds.

But this guy, I don't know what kind of technique he's practicing, can unleash 80-90% of his absolute power with his palm, and it hurts a lot when he hits someone.

It's truly amazing.

However, Hong Jie probably figured out his weaknesses.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, he's guaranteed to win this match.

"What's going on? Why didn't you knock him out?" Hou Bing whispered, leaning close to the fence.

"Are you trying to teach me how to do things?" Zhang Tianbao glared at him coldly.

"I'm warning you!"

"The boss is too greedy for business, and the consequences are severe!"

"Wu Fei has invested 30 million in this kid. If he loses, you'll have to pay 100 million."

Hou Bing pointed at him and gave him a cold warning.

"After the match, I'll tear your beak off first," Zhang Tianbao said angrily.

"If my mouth is worth a hundred million, you can tear it apart all you want!"

"I was the one who arranged this competition."

"You think Young Master Chen will let me off the hook after we lost?"

"Next round!"

"I don't care if you foul or what method you use, you have to take him down."

"Grass!"

Hou Bing spat and walked away cursing.

"Brother Bao, is it alright?" Li Yanjun asked sweetly, gently touching his face with her delicate fingers.

"It's not a big problem."

"A sure win!"

Zhang Tianbao licked his lips and answered confidently.

Generally speaking, both sides will go all out in the first round of the first slap.

After all, the face is closely connected to vulnerable organs such as the ears, eyes, and nose, and the more rounds of blows, the more severe the trauma.

He estimated that Hong Jie had used at least 90% of his strength in that slap.

As for the force.

To be honest, Iron Palm is pretty good. With Hong Jie's physique, he can generate more than 300 pounds of force, which is much stronger than that of the average athlete.

But compared to his own hard work, there's at least a 100-pound difference.

Not to mention, his Vajra Palm technique was highly refined, possessing the power to split rocks and shatter stone.

Zhang Tianbao probably figured out Hong Jie's trump card.

The power of Iron Palm is between 300 and 350 pounds.

The trump card should be a protective hard skill similar to Iron Shirt or Golden Bell Cover.

Therefore, it was able to withstand a palm strike with 80% of its own power.

But this is normal.

For someone with no prior cultivation record, and without a master or the innate strength and resilience cultivated from childhood, to achieve this level of resistance and power is already a miracle.

If Hong Jie can still unleash terrifying explosive power, then he's inhuman.

Even in Shaolin Temple, the protectors must be elite-level martial monks.

"Phew, that puts my mind at ease. Hou Bing and his ilk are ruthless killers," Li Yanjun replied.

"Your face looks a bit purplish," he remarked.

"It's okay, I can handle it."

"Damn it, back in Shaolin Temple, all I had left to practice was my face and my penis. Who knew I could make a fortune by slapping people in the face?"

Zhang Tianbao cursed angrily.

Jingle Bell!

The second round of the competition begins.

Zhang Tianbao still went first.

"Your body-protecting hard skills are quite good."

"I hope this slap won't leave your face all bruised," he mocked before the fight even started.

"I know you didn't use your full strength in that last strike."

"But if you use all your strength on slapping, will you be able to withstand it later?"

Hong Jie laughed.

The biggest difference between Iron Sand Palm and the palm technique used by Zhang Tianbao is in terms of lethality.

Zhang Tianbao is extremely fierce, extremely powerful, and extremely pure.

The external injury effects are off the charts.

Iron Palm is like a poison technique, where the palm strike, aided by internal energy, systematically damages the opponent's muscles and nerve tissue.

It is an internal injury.

The more you fight, the more injured you get; it's a grueling skill.

No matter how arrogant Zhang Tianbao is now, as his physical strength declines significantly, he will suffer a terrible defeat later.

"hehe!"

"Let's get through this round first."

A look of surprise flashed in Zhang Tianbao's eyes, but his words remained defiant.

"Both sides are ready!"

As soon as the referee gave the order, Hong Jie put on his braces and stretched his neck out slightly.

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

Snapped!

Zhang Tianbao refused to believe it and unleashed his full power with his Vajra Palm, which exploded like a cannonball on Hong Jie's face.

The crisp, dry sound of the slaps, amplified by the ring's loudspeakers, was so powerful that it sent a shiver down the spines of everyone present, causing them to gasp in shock.

Hong Jie took two steps back before being helped up by the staff behind him.

pain!

Extreme pain!

He felt like his head was exploding, and the liquid was boiling and overflowing from his hair.

I felt a warm sensation on my face.

As expected, the slap ruptured the skin and capillaries.

A buzzing sound was coming from my ears.

Stars were flashing before my eyes.

There is a bloody taste in my mouth.

Master Tianbao's all-out attack was far more powerful than Zhu Yong's attack back then.

Without the Golden Bell Shield defense and internal energy guiding techniques, that slap alone would have kept him unconscious in the ICU for at least seven days and seven nights.

Nima!

What kind of ghost palm technique is this?

It wasn't a powerful impact.

It's like they're shoving awls and drills into your face.

Hong Jie was in so much pain that his head almost shrank into his chest cavity, and he let out a low, muffled roar like a wild beast.

"Master Tianbao is indeed skilled."

"This isn't just a slap; this is murder."

"That was so damn exciting! If that slap had landed on my face, I probably would be dead."

"This kid is probably in trouble."

The arena was in an uproar, with almost everyone praising Zhang Tianbao and no one believing that Hong Jie could return to the competition.

"Ah Jie!"

Wang Xiaoxian tried to rush forward, but was stopped by the staff members nearby.

"Mr. Hong, can you still fight?"

"ten!"

"Nine!"

……

The referee begins the knockout countdown.

Hong Jie held his head in his hands, grimacing and sucking in air to relieve the dizziness caused by the pain.

He tried to stand up.

But he found that the two assistant referees he was supporting were holding his arms on either side.

Damn it, these guys are deliberately stalling for time.

"three!"

"two!"

impossible!

Hong Jie leaped into the air, letting out a lion's roar as he shoved two assistant referees away, panting as he yelled, "Attack!"

A hint of disappointment flashed in the eyes of the referee and the other two.

"Slap! Slap!"

Hong Jie gritted his teeth, his muscles tense, and clapped wildly to release the damn pain.

"call!"

"call!"

Before he could catch his breath, the referee quickly called out, "The game continues."

"Whoa!"

Those in the audience who noticed something amiss, though it was a common occurrence, couldn't help but let out a chorus of boos.

"etc!"

"According to the rules, Hong Jie's face is bleeding, and I have the right and obligation to temporarily treat his wounds," Wang Xiaoxian shouted, raising her hand.

She then repeated it in English.

Some spectators below shouted, "Black judge! Black judge!"

The referee and the four assistant referees discussed it briefly: "Okay."

Wang Xiaoxian quickly went on stage with a first-aid kit.

Hong Jie took the opportunity to sit down in the corner of the ring, panting heavily to calm his still dizzy head.

"Ah Jie, your face is all bruised and battered!" Wang Xiaoxian disinfected and stopped the bleeding, tears welling up in her eyes.

"It's okay, I don't rely on my looks to make a living."

Hong Jie held her hand tightly.

He narrowly escaped a knockout.

At this moment, he needed more power, and the source of that power was the girl in front of him.

"After this match, we'll never fight again." Wang Xiaoxian choked up, and tears finally fell.

"Why are you crying? You're so pathetic."

"If the fake monk sees this, he'll think we're afraid of him."

Having gotten a precious chance to catch his breath, Hong Jie drank two more mouthfuls of water and recovered much of his strength.

"Okay, you go first. If you can get back, I have something to tell you." Knowing she couldn't affect morale, Wang Xiaoxian obediently carried the first-aid kit downstairs.

"Referee, continue!"

Hong Jie rubbed his shattered oral cavity, spat out a mouthful of blood, and walked back to the arena.

"You're very strong!"

"But I'm sure I'll win. I'm sure you already know the answer." Zhang Tianbao stared at him, expressionless.

"You're scared!" Hong Jie laughed.

His handsome face, battered and bruised, and his sweat-soaked, curly hair stuck to his forehead, gave his smile an air of wickedness and murderous intent.

"Amitabha!"

"Originally there is nothing, so where can dust settle?" Master Tianbao uttered a Zen riddle to conceal the panic in his heart.

He used all his strength in that slap.

This palm strike can knock out even a leopard or a Tibetan mastiff.

Unexpectedly, Hong Jie's physical strength was so terrifying that he actually withstood it, only suffering minor cuts and bleeding, rather than facial bone dents and fractures.

At this moment, his mentality was damaged, and his two attacks and one defense in one go had already exhausted most of his energy.

It was already too weak and feeble to gather energy any further.

of course!

He can still win.

"Master, please get ready, Hong Jie, attack!" the referee reminded.

"bring it on."

"A person's vital energy originates from the spirit and the physical body, and it is bound to have its limits. By defending yourself like this, you will have exhausted all your vital energy and blood."

"Let's see how you hit me."

Master Tianbao smiled, chanted a Buddhist mantra with one palm, and then assumed a martial arts stance.

"Why don't you try and see?"

Hong Jie winked and smiled, secretly gathering his inner strength, preparing for the second slap.

……