Chapter 986: A Night of Carnival for Wives, Concubines, and Beauties

The host's passionate voice echoed through the microphone, "Next, let's give a warm round of applause to the American Sanda champion, Kang Li!"

As soon as he finished speaking, heavy metal rock music that was completely different from the one that played when Lin Lang appeared suddenly sounded. The rhythm was violent and rough, like the roar of steel colliding.

Two spotlights pierced the light, illuminating the passageway on the other side.

Kang Li's figure appeared in the halo. He was shirtless and wore only a pair of black combat shorts with the American flag pattern printed on them.

His bronze muscles bulged like rocks, and every line looked as if it had been carefully carved by a knife and an axe. He looked even more muscular than Lin Lang.

Kang Li's face was angular, with high brow bones and eyes as fierce as a hungry wolf. A hideous scar on the bridge of his nose extended from the corner of his eye to his jaw. Just standing there, he exuded a violent aura that kept strangers away.

Kang Li seemed to have a fierce aura that could sweep away everything. As he walked towards the boxing ring, every step was like stepping on the beat of a drum, steady and full of oppression.

Although there were no thunderous screams at the scene, there were shouts from many American students and supporters. Although the voices were not as loud as Lin Lang's, they were loud enough.

In the stands, Tong Lei's fingers gripping the cheering board tightened slightly, and her brows, which had just relaxed, furrowed slightly again. She couldn't help but glance at Kang Li's tower-like body from the corner of her eye.

She whispered to Tang Yan beside her, "This guy doesn't look like he's going to be easy to deal with."

Tang Yan replied confidently: "Our husband is the King of Shanghai, Lin Lang! What is there to be afraid of!" Having said that, she was a little slow in waving the cheering board, and a trace of worry flashed in her eyes.

Cai Yinong's back, which had just been straightened, leaned forward subconsciously, as if she was also feeling a little worried about Lin Lang.

Bai Xiaowei stopped jumping, her hand holding the cheering sign hanging in the air, and she hurriedly sat back in her chair. Because Lin Lang's game was about to start, she became nervous.

The joy on Zhao Lanshan's face faded a little, her fingers unconsciously twisted the corners of her clothes, and she silently cheered for Lin Lang in her heart!

Gu Keqing and Guan Tingmei looked at each other and saw a hint of nervousness in each other's eyes, but they raised their chins at the same time, as if to cheer themselves up.

Zhuang Jingxue took a deep breath. Jin Yuna beside her gently touched her arm and said teasingly with a smile, "Don't worry, Alang will definitely win. I've watched all of Alang's previous fighting matches online. He's even more powerful in the ring than in bed."

Zhuang Jingxue was still worried about Lin Lang. When she heard her bestie Jin Yuna say this, she muttered softly, "You've tasted Lin Lang, but I haven't experienced how powerful he is in bed."

Jin Yuna chuckled softly and said, "Then you can find a chance to try it. After all, you are close to the water and have the upper hand."

"Hate it, what nonsense are you talking about? Just watch your game." Zhuang Jingxue felt a little shy.

When Su Wanxing saw Chu Yiren appear at the edge of the ring and personally put on a combat mouth guard for Lin Lang, she felt jealous.

She originally thought that she and Zhou Mengyao were both stunningly beautiful, but she didn't expect that Lin Lang's first wife, Chu Yiren, was even more stunningly beautiful.

This was also the first time that Su Wanxing was jealous of another woman's beauty.

Han Zaiyin subconsciously stroked her belly and said to herself, "Baby, your dad must win. Let's cheer for him together!"

Li Meng also touched her belly and looked nervously at Lin Lang and his opponent, Li Kang, on the ring. She thought to herself, "Baby, you must bring good luck to Daddy. Daddy will definitely win!"

Mu Xueman's palms were sweating as he held the cheering board. Although he was very nervous, he firmly believed from the bottom of his heart that Lin Lang would win.

She even believed in Lin Lang more than she believed in herself.

Gu Rou waved Lin Lang's cheering sign in her hand, staring intently at Lin Lang on the stage, and shouted with other female fans, "Come on, husband!"

Although Gu Ran was not at the scene, she was also very nervous in the hotel room. She stared at Lin Lang on the TV screen and silently cheered for him!

The host on stage clearly knew how to liven up the atmosphere, introducing Kung Lee's record in fluent bilingual Chinese: "Kung Lee, 28 years old, 1.78 meters tall, weighs 75 kilograms, a Vietnamese-American boxing champion with a professional record of 28 wins and 1 loss, and 19 knockouts!"

"He's won the US Sanda Championship three times in a row, and even won last year's International Invitational Tournament with a commanding victory! His punching power reaches an astonishing 800 pounds, earning him the nickname 'The Bulldozer of the Boxing Ring'!"

After the introductions, as the audience waited with bated breath, the host suddenly changed the subject and smiled: "The exciting match is about to begin. Let's wait for a moment. We'll be right back after a commercial break!"

There was a burst of good-natured laughter and boos in the venue.

Lin Lang stood in a corner of the boxing ring, moving his wrists with interest. His eyes swept across to Kang Li opposite him, who was staring at him intently, with no concealment of the provocation in his eyes.

The advertisement was indeed "very short" as the host said, and it ended in just two minutes.

When the prompt sound of "Commercial end, the excitement continues" sounded, the entire gymnasium suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes were focused on the center of the boxing ring.

"Now! Let's officially begin—the China-US Sanda Championship, the grand finale!" The host's voice trembled with excitement. "Red team, Xia country's Lin Lang! Blue team, US country's Kang Li!"

A clear bell suddenly rang, breaking the stagnant air.

Lin Lang straightened his neck, took a step forward, shook his shoulders, stretched out his gloved right hand, and made a fist-touching gesture.

Kang Li moved nimbly, hesitated for a moment, and then stretched out his hand to touch his fist in return. The two pairs of boxing gloves touched lightly, making a dull sound.

The referee took a step back and lowered his raised hand: "Begin!"

At this moment, the hearts seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand, and the breathing of tens of thousands of people in the audience almost stopped simultaneously.

Kang Li was like a lit barrel of gunpowder, bursting out at an astonishing speed in an instant. Without any hesitation, he launched a series of punches at Lin Lang like a tiger descending from the mountain.

The left hook struck the ribs with a whistling sound.

Then he threw a straight right punch at Lin Lang's face. His movements were swift and continuous, and each punch contained the power to destroy everything.

"Husband, be careful!" In the stands, a female fan couldn't help but shout.

Just as the fist was about to touch Lin Lang, Lin Lang's figure suddenly became blurred - the passive skill [Passive Agility Improvement] was triggered!

He was as fast as lightning, like a red afterimage, easily avoiding Kang Li's violent attack.

The next second, Lin Lang advanced instead of retreating, his body slightly turning sideways, and the power accumulated in his [Super Strength] skill instantly erupted. A standard Russian swing punch, with a sharp whistle that tore through the air, accurately hit Kang Li's face!

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound was heard clearly throughout the venue.

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

Kang Li's attack came to an abrupt halt. The ferocity on his face froze into astonishment. His huge body shook, as if all his strength had been drained away. He fell straight backwards and landed on the boxing ring with a "bang", motionless.

The referee rushed forward and waved his hand to signal the end of the match. Li Kang had been knocked unconscious.

There was silence for three full seconds.

Three seconds later, deafening screams and cheers exploded like a volcanic eruption, and the sound waves almost blew off the roof of the gymnasium!

The audience jumped up excitedly, waving their arms and shouting, "Lin Lang is awesome! The Emperor of Shanghai is awesome..."

Lin Lang's concubines in the audience instantly lost control. Gu Rou covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face. She started laughing and started crying, shouting excitedly, "My husband is awesome, my husband is invincible!"

Han Jae-in jumped up, threw the cheering board aside, and jumped and danced excitedly, cheering for Lin Lang's victory.

Cai Yinong stood on tiptoe, waving her arms vigorously, and almost lost her voice when she shouted: "Woohoo... My husband won! Lin Lang is awesome..."

Bai Xiaowei jumped onto her seat, spun around on the spot with the cheering sign on her head, and shouted excitedly, "My husband won! Yeah!"

Anyway, the female fans at the scene were all calling Lin Lang "husband", and there would be no problem for Lin Lang's real wives to cheer and call Lin Lang "husband" unscrupulously.

Zhao Lanshan's bodyguards couldn't help but smile, and she herself was already smiling like a flower. She was so excited inside that she almost couldn't stand it, but she had to remain cool in front of the bodyguards.

Gu Keqing and Guan Tingmei hugged each other tightly, patted each other on the back, and kept shouting, "We won! Our husband won!"

Zhuang Jingxue and Jin Yuna smiled at each other, the tension in their eyes completely disappeared, leaving only full pride.

The two wealthy women rushed towards Lin Lang on the stage and excitedly shouted with their female fans: "Husband is awesome!"

Liu Rusi watched all this and excitedly cheered for Lin Lang with everyone else. She felt that it was worth the trip from Singapore to Shanghai to watch Lin Lang's game. It was so fucking exciting!

Chu Yiren stood at the edge of the ring with a bright smile on her face, raising her arms and shouting, "Yes! I won! Woohoo..."

Lin Lang stood in the center of the boxing ring, looked down at Kang Li who was lying on the ground, raised his hand to take off his boxing gloves, waved them towards the audience, and threw the gloves into the audience with force, attracting the fans' cheers.

One of the lucky audience members who grabbed Lin Lang's boxing gloves turned out to be "Super Girl" champion Yao Beina. The director hurriedly asked the cameraman to give Yao Beina a close-up shot.

Lin Lang didn't expect that Yao Beina would also come to watch his game. Standing on the ring, he smiled at Yao Beina in the audience.

Yao Beina waved one of Lin Lang's boxing gloves in her hand and smiled sweetly with great happiness.

Seeing this scene, Brother Lang's heart was moved, and it seemed that he had bad intentions towards Yao Beina. He was afraid that this woman would start to suffer from Lin Lang's love.

After the American player Li Kang was carried off the ring on a stretcher by medical staff, the referee raised Lin Lang's right hand high above his head and announced on the spot that Lin Lang had won the China-US Sanda King 75kg championship.

At the moment when the referee raised Lin Lang's arm above his head, the mechanism on the dome of the gymnasium suddenly popped open. Without any warning, colorful ribbons poured down like a punctured rainbow.

Red, gold and blue ribbons swirled in the air. Some of them stuck to the ropes of the boxing ring, while others were caught by the cheering spectators, who held them in their hands as medals of victory.

"Wow..." The audience exclaimed in unison.

Immediately afterwards, applause and cheers even louder than before filled the entire venue like the rising tide.

The award presenter walked quickly onto the ring holding the brand new Zhongmi Sanda King 75kg gold belt in his hand. The belt shone brightly under the lights.

Lin Lang took over the championship gold belt that symbolized his glory, lightly touched the cool metal buckle with his fingers, and then suddenly swung the belt over his shoulder. The heavy weight on his shoulders added fuel to Lin Lang's domineering aura.

He turned and walked towards the pillar in the corner of the boxing ring, put one foot on the ropes, and kicked the pillar with the other foot. He leaned forward towards the audience and fans below the stage, facing the flying ribbons in the sky, raised his right fist proudly above his head, and enjoyed the joy of victory.

The ribbons continued to fall, sticking to Lin Lang's hair and shoulders, but they could not hide his domineering edge at all.

Chu Yiren stood at the edge of the ring, looking up at Lin Lang standing on the corner post celebrating his victory. Like a little fangirl, she thought to herself, "This is my man, Chu Yiren. Awesome!"