Chapter 207: One Finger
Chapter 207: One Finger
Gao Jing found no information about Valarino online.
But this figure was famous in Siam’s martial arts circles. Many considered him Siam’s future Mixed Martial Arts (MMA) king.
Valarino’s master, Bancha, was once a Muay Thai king!
After retiring due to injury, Bancha opened a martial arts hall in Mangu, Siam’s capital, taking on many disciples.
He trained professional MMA fighters.
Both Valarino and Sawang Suxi were his personal students.
Near the end of last year, the arrogant Sawang Suxi went to Great Xia to challenge Great Xia’s martial arts masters.
Bancha’s martial way focused most on real combat.
He had relied on iron fists and steel legs back in the day, knocking out countless opponents to earn his king title.
Sawang Suxi wanted to match Bancha’s past glory.
But he suffered defeat in Yuncheng.
Sawang Suxi considered this outcome a great shame. After returning, he doubled his training efforts.
Recently though, a secretly filmed video spread widely among Siam’s fighting circles.
The video showed Sawang Suxi being knocked down with one strike by Gao Jing at the Tiger Vein tattoo parlor.
Sawang Suxi’s embarrassing moment was displayed in full detail!
This seriously harmed Bancha Martial Hall’s reputation.
“I heard from a friend…”
Hou Weidong said. “It was Bancha’s old rivals spreading this to damage his reputation!”
To salvage their reputation, Bancha’s top student Valarino sent out word a few days ago.
He would challenge Gao Jing, the one who defeated Sawang Suxi, on board the Royal Star!
“I never imagined it was you, Brother Gao!”
Hou Weidong looked at Gao Jing with admiration, giving a thumbs-up. “I saw that video. Brother Gao, that was amazing!”
Gao Jing smiled. “You didn’t come just to watch me fight Valarino, did you?”
“Actually, I did!”
Hou Weidong slapped his thigh. “There are three matches on board tomorrow night. Your fight with Valarino is the main event. I even plan to place a bet!”
He often visited the Royal Star to gamble, having lost several million US dollars on it already. He was quite a rich kid.
This was just a chance meeting.
Gao Jing’s eyes gleamed. “You can bet?”
“Absolutely.”
Hou Weidong replied. “The Royal Star is a gambling ship. Bets are open for all fighting matches held here. Brother Gao, yours has pretty high stakes, lots of people are paying attention.”
Gao Jing stroked his chin. “Can I bet on myself?”
“Bet on yourself?”
Hou Weidong blinked. “Sure you can. Brother Gao, how certain are you about beating Valarino?”
“Oh, Brother Gao.”
He added. “Where is your team?”
“I have no team.”
Gao Jing said. “I came alone.”
The Royal Star VIP service officer had mentioned earlier that he could bring a team of up to four people aboard for free, staying in suites.
But Gao Jing didn’t even bring Fan Hu; why would he need a team?
Hou Weidong looked confused. “Alone?”
A professional fighter usually had a team—coach, trainer, medic, assistant, and so on.
Some couldn’t afford a whole team, but they at least had a coach or assistant?
Going solo meant struggling in the fiercely competitive fighting world!
“Exactly. Also, I don’t know Valarino.”
Gao Jing continued calmly. “I’ve never seen his fight videos either. If you ask how certain I am…”
He raised his right index finger.
Hou Weidong stared. “Ten percent?”
Gao Jing: “One hundred.”
Actually, he meant one finger was enough to handle it – truth but too showy, might annoy people.
“You are one hundred percent sure?”
Hou Weidong’s eyes crossed looking at the finger. “N-no way?”
Gao Jing didn’t know Valarino, hadn’t even watched his fights.
Yet he dared claim he could easily defeat Valarino, Muay Thai King Bancha’s personal apprentice?
It was simply unbelievable.
Gao Jing chuckled and suddenly thrust his finger forward.
Thwack!
His index finger pierced straight through a champagne bottle on the table!
Pfft!
The girl Qianqian beside Hou Weidong sprayed champagne from her nose and mouth, choked and teared up instantly.
But Hou Weidong completely ignored his embarrassed girlfriend.
He sat frozen like a log.
“What… how?”
After a few moments, this rich kid began to recover, though his lips still trembled uncontrollably.
Was it magic?
What he saw seemed impossible.
Yet here was the proof: Gao Jing’s finger remained stuck in the champagne bottle!
Gao Jing smiled and pulled his finger back.
Two perfectly round holes from front to back were visible below the bottle neck.
The power of Battle Qi Empowerment!
Hiss
Hou Weidong drew a sharp breath, shock overwhelming him.
“B-brother Gao?”
He swallowed hard, asking timidly. “Could I look at that bottle?”
This was unbelievably crazy!
Gao Jing gestured “go ahead”.
Hou Weidong carefully lifted the champagne bottle with both hands, examining the holes intently.
The finger holes were unusually smooth, as if freshly melted by high heat. Warmth still radiated from them.
Hou Weidong’s eye twitched. His basic understanding of reality felt shattered.
Meanwhile, Qianqian, having wiped her face with tissue, stared fixedly at Gao Jing’s finger.
Subconsciously, she straightened her back. Her legs pressed together tightly.
Gao Jing picked up a beer, twisted off the cap, and took a sip.
Casually, he asked. “Is that worth one hundred?”
“Worth! Definitely worth it!”
Jolted by Qianqian, Hou Weidong snapped awake.
Licking his lips, he said firmly. “Brother Gao, no matter how much you bet, I’m betting with you!”
Hou Weidong was utterly convinced now – Gao Jing possessed incredible skill.
Not clutching onto this goldmine… he’d regret it!
Qianqian chimed in sweetly. “Count me in too.”
Hou Weidong laughed. “Of course, my dear.” He pulled his girlfriend close. “Tomorrow night, we’ll clean out those Siam people!”
Without Gao Jing’s demonstration, Hou Weidong might have bet just a few thousand dollars.
It was different now.
He let Qianqian go, asked eagerly. “Brother Gao, could I keep this bottle as a souvenir?”
What he really wanted to know was: What mystical martial art was this?
Nine Suns Kungfu? Nine Yin Manual? White Bone Claw? One Yang Finger?
But he feared overstepping, dared not ask outright.
Wanting the bottle was his way of showing awe.
Gao Jing smiled. “Sure.”
A bottle meant nothing. Besides, this guy had just given off quite a lot of Power of Faith.
Very pure Power of Faith at that!