The Beautiful CEO's Super Soldier King-Chapter 194: [One Step to Heaven, One Step to Hell] First Update!

First update!

"Ugh..."

Xue Peng was much faster than Johnson, and Johnson couldn’t dodge in time, taking Xue Peng’s palm head on.

The dual-force Iron Sand Palm hammered onto Johnson with vicious force, making even the toughest man let out a wail of pain.

The Iron Sand Palm already possessed unparalleled power, capable of tearing Johnson’s flesh, and now Xue Peng had added Hidden Power into the mix. Upon contact with Johnson, the Hidden Power penetrated his body, causing extensive internal damage.

The next second, Xue Peng released Johnson’s fist, his body spun followed by a roundhouse kick, slamming heavily into Johnson’s body.

"Boom!"

Johnson’s body was thrown high into the air and finally crashed harshly on the fighting arena, leaving behind a human-shaped bloodstain.

However, this was just the beginning. A cold smile appeared at the corner of Xue Peng’s mouth as he moved with the speed of lightning, attacking Johnson once again.

This was a place where the strong prey on the weak!

There were no referees, only cold and indifferent audiences who enjoyed a visual feast of life and death!

The fighting arena was covered in all sorts of Money, fighting in such a place was truly a unique experience, stimulating enough to send blood rushing to one’s head.

Win, and you have countless riches and beauties; lose, and you are left with endless bloodshed and death.

A step to heaven, a step to Hell.

Xue Peng’s previous two moves were heavy, almost costing Johnson half his life, especially the Hidden Power within the palm that caused internal damage to Johnson, the reason why he was bleeding so profusely. He was especially thirsty now, feeling that a single sip of water could restore his vitality.

But reality was cruel, there was no water, just the never-ending bloodshed and Xue Peng, the formidable expert.

With a desire to survive, Johnson’s eyes suddenly brightened, he let out a furious shout. Just as Xue Peng reached him, he executed a carp-flip and sprang up, followed by a vicious Whip Leg that lashed out at Xue Peng.

Xue Peng, rapidly moving forward, suddenly stopped and took Johnson’s strike solidly.

However, the one who was at a disadvantage was still Johnson. A powerful iron rod struck against Xue Peng’s seemingly frail body, but it felt like hitting a piece of granite, impregnable. This was the first time Johnson realized the gap between him and Xue Peng, not of the same world at all; Xue Peng truly deserved the title of War God of the black metal fist.

A torrential power surged through the leg, instantly numbing all of Johnson’s nerves as if the leg no longer existed.

But the pain sobered Johnson up quite a bit, he mustered all his strength, leaped upward, one foot stepping on the fighting arena, using the force to jump behind Xue Peng.

"War God, kill that black devil! Quick, kill him, this is too exciting!"

"Damn it, I just bet a hundred thousand on War God, not enough, damn it!"

"War God has changed his style today; he never used to clash head-on like this!"

"It’s not a change of style, he’s just been hiding his strength, he’s never had a worthy opponent before!"

...

All sorts of voices were emerging from the audience seats. Those who had bet on War God began to cheer, while those who bet on Johnson started to feel dejected.

In the past, Xue Peng’s style was to win through movement technique, speed, and skill. His biggest weakness was his physique, being too skinny, easily overlooked, and he had never shown the strength of his body before, which created an illusion for everyone.

On the other hand, Johnson was a physical power-type fighter, who always dominated in a forceful manner in competitions, showing an extremely domineering side, perfectly the nemesis of fighters with Xue Peng’s style. Moreover, Johnson’s identity was questionable, shrouded in mystery, especially here for a challenge. When the betting took place, most people had bet on Johnson to win.

In the private box, Luo Yang saw Johnson showing signs of defeat and couldn’t help but ask in concern, "Mr. Jennings, what about this?"

The white man wearing a white shirt and sunglasses took a puff from his cigar and said, "Mr. Luo, just relax. Tonight, I guarantee you will take down the Black Metal Club. All you need to do is get the money and this woman ready, heh heh!"

In the arena, Johnson wiped the blood away and stood up from the ground, watching Xue Peng, the War God, with a vigilant expression. His physical strength was gradually being spent to the brink of dehydration.

"Kill!"

The best strategy is to attack!

Johnson’s offense officially began, his fists raining down in rapid succession, weaving airtight patterns, and every one of his killing moves was targeting Xue Peng’s face, aiming to completely overwhelm Xue Peng with immense momentum and reckless vigor.

Initially, Johnson’s reckless fighting style did indeed suppress Xue Peng—after all, punches like sledgehammers smashing into a face are heavy blows!

But suddenly, Xue Peng movd like a Poison Snake, casualy darting to the left and right, leaving trailing images, starting to play with Johnson using their footwork and speed.

"Pfft, pfft..."

Xue Peng’s strength once again surprised everyone. With each movement, each pause, he inevitably raised a cloud of blood. Johnson kept getting hit, spitting out mouthfuls of blood non-stop, and gradually, he turned into a bloodied mess, and his speed and power in throwing punches were also diminishing.

"Bang!"

Finally, Johnson couldn’t hold on. Xue Peng’s clothes billowed without wind as he leapt up for a seemingly light and effortless kick on Johnson, who then flew back as if struck by a hammer heavier than a thousand pounds!

Johnson’s body rebounded off the barrier, crashing heavily to the ground, convulsing, with blood gushing from his mouth.

"War God! War God!"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

"The warrior is invincible! Foreign devils go home!"

...

The spectators in the standard seats completely boiled over, screaming wildly and continuously throwing paper money and other exciting things into the arena.

In fact, many of Xue Peng’s fans just loved to see Xue Peng knock down his opponent, and then torment them little by little. This style of torment brought immense thrills to these "perverts"!

A vicious expression emerged on Xue Peng’s face, with a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, as he steadily advanced towards Johnson.

Johnson’s eyes began to blur, and after trying to stand up a few times, he finally staggered to his feet and assumed a fighting stance again.

"Bang!"

But the now nearly exhausted Johnson couldn’t mount a comeback; Xue Peng landed a heavy Straight Punch right on Johnson’s face.

It wasn’t that Johnson didn’t dodge, but rather the world before his eyes was hazy and confused, and he simply couldn’t discern where the punches were coming from.

Xue Peng’s punch was particularly brutal, instantly smashing Johnson’s nasal bridge in!

"Haha, thrilling! Exhilarating! Keep it up, War God!"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

...

There was another uproar from the stands.