Damn it!
Isn't this discrimination against women?
Si Fan squinted her eyes dangerously, "Why can't women participate?!"
The hulking man looked Si Fan up and down with a lewd gaze, "Little girl, with your skinny arms and legs, I doubt you can even withstand one move from a man. Tsk tsk, better wash up nicely and lie in bed to serve men. Serve them well, and maybe..."
Before he finished speaking.
Si Fan's pristinely clean white canvas shoe fiercely kicked at the back of the hulking man's knee.
His knee buckled, and he fell straight to his knees.
His facial features twisted in pain.
Si Fan raised her leg again and kicked him square in the chest, sending him flying.
"Serve your grandpa!"
And this trash thinks he's worthy?!
Si Fan coldly finished, turned around and left, not even glancing at the dumbfounded expressions of the male contestants behind her.
The hulking man endured the immense pain, climbed up from the ground, and gritted his teeth as he glared in the direction where the girl had disappeared.
Damn it, how embarrassing to be kicked to his knees and sent flying by a girl.
Damn woman, better not let him see her again, or else...!
The hulking man barely made his way to the entrance of the contest area, continuing to stand guard.
About ten minutes later, a young boy wearing a black hoodie, a baseball cap, and a black face mask walked over.
"Sign up!"
The voice was cold and airy.
The hulking man looked at the boy in front of him, who was less than 1.7 meters tall and very skinny, and frowned.
This guy, being short is one thing, but being as thin as a stick, can he even withstand a single punch from the other men?
Probably would be beaten to death with one punch.
Even though all contestants need to sign a waiver acknowledging that the organizer is not responsible for injuries or death that occur during the contest for any reason.
But if someone dies, it would still be bad for the organizer's reputation.
The hulking man pondered briefly and said, "Sorry, you're too weakly built and not eligible to participate!"
What the hell!
She's a woman who can't join the contest, fine, but now she's disguised as a man and still can't join?!
Si Fan's fists clenched tightly, clearly teetering on the edge of anger.
Her lips moved slightly, her tone icy, "Say that again?!"
"I said, you're not eligib—"
Before the hulking man could finish his last word, Si Fan grabbed his wrist with a textbook shoulder throw, slamming him to the ground, dizzy and nearly displacing his organs.
The hulking man's mind went blank.
What the hell, what did he do to deserve this?!
Two slam downs in one night, and both by people he looked down on, how could he still show his face?!
Si Fan stood over the hulking man, nudging his thigh, her aura cold and arrogant, her gaze dismissive, "Am I eligible to participate now?"
The hulking man was on the verge of tears, "Yes, yes, absolutely..."
"Hmph!"
Si Fan cast a cold glance at the hulking man and then walked into the registration area, casually writing down a code name in the contestant section.
She then dominantly stamped her thumbprint on the waiver.
Just like that, she successfully registered.
Another hulking man nervously handed Si Fan a number badge, "Contestant King, this is your number badge. With it, you can wait in the contestant holding area."
Si Fan took the number badge, nodded casually, and walked toward the holding area as indicated by the signs.
The hulking man wiped cold sweat from his brow, "Damn, this contestant is fierce!"
Despite the small stature, her presence was more intimidating than any other contestant!
Si Fan walked to the contestant waiting area.
Her slender and cool figure immediately caught all the contestants' attention.
Compared to the other heavyweight contestants, Si Fan's small figure was not even a quarter of their size.
This small frame probably doesn't even need a punch, just a finger to crush it, right?
Plus, she looked fair and clean, like a sissy.
If she gets hurt, won't she just start crying?
That would be utterly disgusting!
Wonder which unlucky guy would face her.
Hahaha!
Many contestants started laughing.
And Si Fan, without glancing sideways, found an empty seat and sat down.
She crossed her legs, rested an elbow on the armrest, picked up her phone, and played, ignoring the mocking laughter around her altogether.
Instead, it left those mocking her at a loss.
At this moment, a young man with an afro noticed where Si Fan was sitting and began to ridicule.
"Hey, you've got guts to sit in Brother Tiger's exclusive seat. Aren't you afraid he'd smack you flying with one hand?!"
A shadow loomed over her, blocking the light.
Si Fan lifted her eyelids, slightly annoyed at the unwarranted interruption, "Brother Tiger? Who's that?"
The afro youth laughed, "Yo-ho, you don't even know Brother Tiger? Must be some country bumpkin from a mountain somewhere come to compete, eh?"
Si Fan was in no mood to talk to idiots.
Seeing Si Fan ignore him, the afro youth grew furious, just about to say something when a loud noise echoed.
It sounded like an earthquake to those unaware.
The afro youth's eyes lit up, "Brother Tiger is here!"
Other contestants grew tense.
Brother Tiger, true to his name, was sturdy and robust like a tiger.
Standing 1.9 meters tall and weighing a solid 300 pounds.
The crucial point is that this weight wasn't fat but muscle.
One arm was the size of a seven or eight-year-old child's torso, not to mention the rest of his body.
And Brother Tiger's punching power, the most terrifying among all contestants, stood at a staggering 1350.
With one full-strength punch, he could kill a bull!
There were no less than five boxers who had died under his fists.
Tonight, he was the favorite to win the championship among all contestants.
With him around, the championship was practically reserved for him.
The heavy footsteps stopped.
The legendary Brother Tiger finally revealed himself.
He wore black shorts, exposing his muscular build.
A series of black totem tattoos were engraved on his muscular, veiny bronze skin, looking quite terrifying.
Some haven't even exchanged blows with him yet and were already intimidated by his massive build and powerful aura.
The afro youth, seeing Brother Tiger arrive, immediately went up to curry favor.
"Brother Tiger, your seat has been occupied by a little chick. Not only did that little chick take your seat, but he also doesn't even know your name, clearly not giving you any respect!"
Brother Tiger heard this, turned his heavy head towards Si Fan, his eyes, large as bowls, glared with bulging whites, making him even more menacing.
Si Fan glanced at Brother Tiger, then tugged her hat lower, tilted her head, and closed her eyes, completely disregarding him.
Veins bulged on Brother Tiger's forehead. He stepped forward, his leg as massive as an elephant's, marching towards Si Fan with momentum.
He stood in front of Si Fan, growling like a tiger, deafening, "Get up!"
Si Fan remained unmoved.
The afro youth followed him over, putting on airs, "Hey, little chick, are you deaf? Brother Tiger told you to get up, can't you hear?!"
Si Fan scoffed, her refined eyes carrying a chill, "So what if I heard? I sat here first. I'm not leaving, what can you do about it?"