Transmigrated Son-in-law

0He didn't even touch Yang Xuan, which made him curse in his heart. He remembered that the person who called him had told him that Yang Xuan was easy to deal with and that Yang Xuan would be given ten million dollars if he could deal with him.    

    

After looking at the information given to him by the other party, he agreed to the other party's words and accepted the task.    

    

But from the looks of it, from those few dodges just now, it didn't seem like they were easy to deal with.    

    

Seeing that Yang Xuan started laughing, Sosuke calmed his breathing and asked in English, "What are you laughing at?"    

    

Yang Xuan said, "Do you want to know? I'll tell you in secret."    

    

After saying that, he slowly approached Zhang Zian. His hands were at his sides, and it was hard to tell that he was about to make a move.    

    

It was as if he was facing a powerful enemy. He slowly retreated and took a defensive stance.    

    

No one could understand these changes. Why did Bro Sunglasses only have the chance to dodge earlier, but now he actually dared to walk towards his opponent, who seemed to be threatened by something and was extremely nervous.    

    

"Didn't you want to know what I'm laughing at? I'll tell you now."    

    

The moment he finished speaking, Yang Xuan suddenly bent down and walked up to him with one hand on his bracelet, aiming for his neck.    

    

Zhang Zian's pupils suddenly shrank as he lowered his body to avoid Yang Xuan's arm. At the same time, he used all his strength and hit Yang Xuan's stomach with his head.    

    

Don't underestimate this move. During his training, he had smashed his head against ten marble pillars consecutively while his head was unscathed.    

    

If he got hit, Yang Xuan's internal organs would rupture. He would struggle to die after a few days of pain, and if he got hit, he would die on the spot with a big hole in his body.    

    

There was an expert who told him that he could use his brain as a weapon. Although he was fine now, his brain would definitely be affected when he grew old, and he might even die suddenly.    

    

But he forgot about it when he heard it, because if he didn't, he wouldn't be able to live until he was old.    

    

All sorts of thoughts flashed through his mind before he finally guessed, "Die!"    

    

"Bam!"    

    

With a dull thud, Sow guessed that he had hit an iron wall and couldn't move an inch forward. At the same time, he felt a sharp pain on his neck and suspected that his neck was broken.    

    

The moment when Yang Xuan blocked the 'Iron Head', he couldn't help but grit his teeth. He felt like his wrist was almost dislocated from being hit.    

    

Taking advantage of the lack of response, he endured the pain as he moved his left hand to wrap around the camouflage's neck. He then moved behind him and used a force to strangle the cameraman's neck.    

    

Grasping his neck like this was a very powerful tactic. This was because it only needed ten seconds of force to break a person's neck and kill them.    

    

Because the risk was too high and the death rate was too high, this tactic had been completely banned in the formal competition.    

    

However, because it was very useful, it was common to see such figures in actual combat as well as in the major underground boxing arenas.    

    

The broadcast guessed that he had been stunned for only a few seconds before he was caught by Yang Xuan. He reacted and wanted to use his waist to hit Yang Xuan's crotch to create an opportunity for him to escape control.    

    

However, Yang Xuan suddenly exerted his strength and firmly strangled him. After a few seconds, Sniff rolled his eyes, made a cracking sound in his throat, and his face turned green and purple. He then went limp.    

    

At this rate, it would only take five seconds for him to be strangled to death.    

    

However, in the few seconds Yang Xuan grabbed his neck, countless thoughts flashed across his mind.    

    

Since Yang Xuan guessed that they wanted to kill him, then they couldn't blame anyone else for being killed. Yang Xuan also didn't have any psychological burdens.    

    

But there were so many Chinese people here, many of them even came from the Haijiang, so if they killed people on the spot, it wouldn't affect them too much. After all, most of the citizens here were just ordinary citizens, and watching the competition was just for show.    

    

It was just a speculation, and was nothing more than a blade bought with Ye Family.    

    

Therefore, at the last moment, he promptly let go and threw Cast Guess on the ground.    

    

Although it was a long story, only a minute had passed since the two started the match and Yang Xuan threw the broadcast guessing like a dead dog on the ground.    

    

In this minute, the audience's emotions went through a few reversals in succession, and some of them were unable to react. Only when the referee came forward to confirm the situation of the broadcast and announce Yang Xuan's victory did the audience cheer enthusiastically.    

    

After all, there were a lot of Chinese people here. Of course, they all hoped that Yang Xuan, who was also Chinese, would win.    

    

They had just fought a match. Although it was only for a minute, Yang Xuan still needed to rest. Thus, he simply waved to the audience who supported him and returned to the resting room.    

    

Ye Jun also followed along. When he saw Yang Xuan, he immediately said joyfully: "Mr. Yang, I already said that you have won. Now I'm guessing that you have won.    

    

Yang Xuan closed his eyes and ignored him, but he was thinking in his heart: "Spreading guesses is only so-so, it seems like their killing move is the L People, but Iron Cliff has to be careful, maybe the Ye Family will use my habitual thinking to trap me, and the most powerful one is actually the King Kong."    

    

Yang Xuan ignored him. Ye Jun wasn't angry at all. He complimented Yang Xuan with a smile and then tactfully left.    

    

Soon, a masseur and a health care provider came to Yang Xuan's resting room and gave him a massage.    

    

After a short break, it was time for the match again.    

    

This time, Yang Xuan's opponent was Iron Vajra. Iron Vajra had only fought with the broadcaster for a single match, and he had already lost after a few moves, so his stamina was not exhausted much.    

    

However, he didn't want to be so cruel in the photo. Instead, he greeted Yang Xuan in a friendly manner: "Hey, bro, you don't look like you're in a good state. Why don't you apply for a rest? I don't mind."    

    

Yang Xuan also replied with a smile, "Thank you, but there's no need."    

    

"Of course, since you say so, let's begin."    

    

The referee announced the start of the match.    

    

"Don't be nervous, relax. Actually, I am a pacifist, very kind," Iron Vajra said with a friendly face.    

    

The deceitful look on his face was still very strong. It was completely unlike what the information had said. He had killed more than a hundred opponents in more than two hundred matches.    

    

But regardless of his attitude, and even if he didn't see the information Ye Jun gave him, Yang Xuan would still concentrate and prepare himself.    

    

The audience started to discuss, "This foreigner is a foreign friend. He seems to be very courteous and is talking and laughing with Brother sunglasses."    

    

"The Western countries do have a higher standard of character."    

    

Iron Vajra grinned and reminded him, "I'm going up."    

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"Please."    

    

Iron Vajra walked to Yang Xuan's side without any threat. He suddenly raised his leg and kicked towards Yang Xuan's chest.    

    

Yang Xuan casually stepped back and felt the strength in his iron-like legs.    

    

Iron Vajra praised him, "Amazing, this move of mine has helped me win many times. I never thought that you would be able to receive it without suffering any injuries. It's amazing, try this move again."