Chapter 210: Master of Performance

On the fight stage, Gao Jing and Valarino stood about four to five meters apart, facing each other.

In terms of height and build, Gao Jing had a clear edge over Valarino.

But Valarino, known as the “Professional Killer,” looked at Gao Jing like he was just an easy target waiting on a chopping board.

Valarino moved his lips silently, signaling: You’re dead!

Then he cracked his neck and made a throat-slitting gesture with his hand.

“WOW!”

Many fans jumped to their feet, shouting: “Kill him!”

Anyone who had seen Valarino’s fights knew this.

Every time he made this throat-slitting move, it meant his opponent was doomed.

No mercy!

Those fans pictured Gao Jing lying tragically defeated on the stage.

Gao Jing grinned and flipped his middle finger: Come get some!

Valarino went pale. In a flash, he lunged forward, closing in on Gao Jing.

The moment his left foot landed on the stage floor, his right leg snapped up like lightning, kicking straight toward Gao Jing’s head!

Valarino’s legs were lean, with skin as rough and tough as thick leather. His joints were hardened by countless hours of training.

His movement, from closing the distance to launching the kick, flowed perfectly. Both speed and force were amazing.

If that kick landed, it could crush a skull like a watermelon!

But first, it had to hit its target.

Whoosh!

Valarino’s foot sliced through empty air right before Gao Jing’s eyes—missing entirely.

Gao Jing had stepped back at the last moment.

He dodged the deadly blow perfectly!

Valarino didn’t panic. Instantly, he twisted his body 180 degrees and whipped his left leg backward, kicking hard toward Gao Jing’s lower body.

In Royal Star’s no-rules fight arena, hitting below the belt was fair game. Valarino’s move used his height as a weapon, nasty and brutal!

In past fights, he’d badly injured enemies much larger than him using this same move.

He was just doing it again.

But again, Gao Jing dodged it.

He was even faster this time, sliding left as if he already knew Valarino’s next move.

Groans echoed from the crowd around the stage.

After two failed attacks, Valarino’s heart sank.

He’d grilled his junior Sawang Suxi and knew Gao Jing had crazy strength. That’s why he trained for weeks on speed—planning to end this fast and win.

Those kicks were his absolute best, his fastest and toughest ever.

They didn’t even touch Gao Jing.

What good was his fancy footwork now?

“Nice!”

Hou Weidong stood up and cheered for Gao Jing’s perfect dodge.

He’d always believed Gao Jing would win—and had bet hard on him. This just boosted his confidence!

Valarino’s cheek twitched.

He knew Chinese well—he understood what Hou Weidong shouted.

That cheer stung like a slap to his face.

Rage boiled inside him.

He slid closer to Gao Jing with swift steps, then blasted a jab straight at Gao Jing’s throat.

This was another deadly specialty—weak power but extreme speed, aimed at crushing the windpipe!

With no rules to hold him back, Valarino fought to kill.

That’s why he was called the “Professional Killer”!

And speed was his answer to speed.

Valarino knew nobody could dodge forever.

This time, Gao Jing didn’t even try to avoid it.

Instead, he drove his own fist right back at Valarino.

Valarino struck first. Gao Jing countered second.

But before Valarino’s punch could land, Gao Jing’s fist smashed into his face.

Gao Jing’s strike hit home first!

Crack!

Darkness swallowed Valarino’s vision. He heard his bridge of nose shatter. His face felt like an overturned spice rack—salt, sour, and heat all exploding at once.

It hurt so bad, words failed.

He stumbled back instinctively.

Gao Jing didn’t chase him. Calmly, he said: “Don’t want to die? Then quit now.”

Though he didn’t yell, everyone in the packed arena heard it—over two thousand people.

Even those who didn’t speak Chinese felt his powerful confidence.

The match was only a minute old.

The crowd burst into noise.

“Big bro Gao for the win!”

Hou Weidong, Gao Jing’s biggest fan, leaped and roared again.

Valarino’s mind snapped.

He’d trained under Bancha since childhood, fought in Siam’s hardest rings, and nobody ever disrespected him like this.

Pain and fury broke his last scrap of reason.

He wiped blood from his face, hissed like an animal, and rushed Gao Jing again.

Whap!

Nobody saw Gao Jing move. But Valarino took another punch.

Straight to the same spot!

Blood sprayed. It blurred his vision and made his head spin.

But he was tough. Even half-blind, he kicked wildly with animal rage.

Gao Jing caught his ankle mid-air.

“WOW!”

Gasps filled the arena as Gao Jing lifted Valarino and slammed him hard onto the stage—like tossing a ragdoll.

The brutal move looked unreal, like something from a movie!

Gao Jing hauled up the barely-conscious Valarino and slammed him down again.

Honestly, to Gao Jing, Valarino was like a mouse challenging a tiger. Crushing him was easy. No sweat.

But last night, Li Yihao had truly angered him.

Gao Jing decided to give the audience a show. Squashing Valarino in one move would be boring.

Right now, actually, he was gaining a huge rush of Power of Faith.

Many had bet against Valarino and hated him anyway. By pounding him like a toy, Gao Jing won those fans instantly.

Women in the crowd watched with wide eyes, gripping their seats and screaming!

Bam!

After the third slam, Valarino’s coach finally woke up and threw a white towel into the ring.

Enough! He quits!

The ref raced in to stop Gao Jing.

Gao Jing dumped Valarino aside like garbage—limp and barely breathing.

Without waiting for the ref’s verdict, he leaped onto the high corner post of the stage.

He stretched out his arms. His muscles bulged. The Titan Totem tattoo on his back pulsed to life, while fire tattoos on both arms seemed ready to blaze.

It was an awesome, terrifying sight.

His power flooded the whole arena. Power of Faith poured down like a storm!

Call me…

Gao Jing: Master of Performance! Action Hero King!

“WOW!”