Outsiders watch the spectacle, while insiders watch the technique. The two people on the stage had clearly rehearsed everything; anyone with half a brain could tell how fake it was.
Yet these people were still cheering and applauding, and half of them genuinely believed Liu Haotian was powerful for taking down a big man with a single blow. They were absolute fools, beyond a doubt.
As his laughter rang out, the surrounding cheers abruptly died away. Everyone glared at Lin Pingfan with hostility and anger in their eyes.
On the stage, Liu Haotian's expression had darkened to the extreme, his eyes glaring at Lin Pingfan as if breathing fire.
"You think it's fake?!"
"Dares to come up and try it yourself?!"
Lin Pingfan took a deep breath, stopped smiling, and shook his head. "No thanks. You're too weak; I'm afraid I'll beat you to death."
That simple remark instantly set the crowd off!
Liu Haotian in the octagon looked even gloomier, itching to rush over right this second and beat Lin Pingfan to a pulp.
"Is this guy out of his mind?! How dare he call Young Master Liu weak?!"
"He's just a cripple, where does he get so much confidence?!"
"No way, I can't stand this preachy, arrogant face. Come on, guys, let's carry him up and let Young Master Liu teach him some manners!"
This bunch loved nothing more than chaos. Groups of them hoisted Lin Pingfan up by his hands and feet and tossed him right into the octagon.
They even made sure to lock the cage door to prevent Lin Pingfan from crawling out.
Rage burned in Liu Haotian's eyes as he stared darkly at Lin Pingfan. "You certainly talk big, daring to call me weak!"
Lin Pingfan blinked, paused in thought for a moment, and said, "Not weak. Too weak."
Liu Haotian was fit to burst. How could a cripple be so arrogant?
He was determined to make Lin Pingfan lose all face in front of Ye Yaxin!
"Heh, since you think I'm weak, let's give it a try and see who turns out to be weak in the end."
"This octagon is also known as the death cage. Only the living leave."
"But since you're a cripple, so nobody says I'm bullying you, I won't let you die."
"Instead, you have to divorce Yaxin voluntarily!"
As soon as that condition was spoken, Ye Yaxin down below nodded repeatedly, unable to suppress the excitement in her eyes!
Isn't this... exactly what she wanted?!
"Fine."
Lin Pingfan didn't hesitate, agreeing decisively.
"If I win, I want your right hand."
Liu Haotian froze, staring at Lin Pingfan in puzzlement, failing to understand why he wanted his right hand.
Soon, Lin Pingfan provided the answer.
"Ye Yaxin is my wife, and your right hand held hers."
"Haed… hah…"
Lin Pingfan's words brought a burst of laughter from the entire crowd!
A cripple actually trying to play the heroic protector of his wife.
Does he even deserve to?!
To the onlookers, this was an enormous joke.
To Liu Haotian, this was undoubtedly a blatant provocation!
Only Ye Yaxin down below didn't laugh this time.
She parted her red lips slightly, staring at Lin Pingfan with surprise and bewilderment in her eyes.
Was this man... protecting her?!
At that moment, a faint sense of security unexpectedly blossomed within her.
The cage was locked, and cheers erupted from the crowd.
Lin Pingfan sat calmly in his wheelchair, his expression as tranquil as water.
"Heh, you seem awfully calm."
"Are you actually scared out of your mind inside?!"
Liu Haotian stood opposite Lin Pingfan, a wicked smile on his face.
"Don't worry, I won't beat you to death. I just plan to break both your arms as well."
"When the time comes, I'll personally send you a stretcher!"
Faced with Liu Haotian's taunts and arrogance, Lin Pingfan still showed no emotion whatsoever, merely waiting for the referee to announce the start of the match.
"Match, begin!"
Shortly after, the referee announced the start.
"Go to hell, you bastard!"
As soon as the referee's voice faded, Liu Haotian let out a roar and lunged impatiently toward Lin Pingfan.
Instantly, he unleashed a flashy roundhouse kick aimed right at Lin Pingfan's head.
"Young Master Liu is too handsome!"
"Go get 'em, Young Master Liu!"
"Destroy him, Young Master Liu!"
The crowd cheered jubilantly, electrified by that dazzling roundhouse kick.
Yet, Lin Pingfan merely raised his left hand and, to everyone's utter astonishment, caught Liu Haotian's ankle with a loud *slap*!
That kick was stopped dead in midair!
And Lin Pingfan's wheelchair hadn't even budged an inch.
The cheering below stopped dead. The crowd stared dumbfounded at the scene inside the cage, finding it hard to believe their eyes.
Before Liu Haotian could react, Lin Pingfan's right arm exerted sudden force, hurling Liu Haotian straight out!
That's right!
He literally threw him out!
Just like tossing out a piece of trash!
With a booming crash!
Liu Haotian slammed hard against the metal post of the octagon.
The post was wrapped in layers of sponge, meaning even a powerful impact wouldn't cause too much bodily harm.
Yet...
This impact was extraordinary.
Just from this single collision, Liu Haotian felt as though his spine had snapped in two.
A fierce wave of asphyxiation caused him to curl up into a ball on the ground.
"Amateur taekwondo really isn't much to look at."
Lin Pingfan looked expressionlessly at Liu Haotian, who was now curled into a ball on the floor, and delivered those cold words.
The venue fell dead silent.
Everyone was completely stunned.
They hadn't even seen clearly what had happened before Liu Haotian was thrown away.
"Aren't you going to start counting?"
Lin Pingfan glanced at the referee and reminded him.
"Oh... right!"
The referee ran over to Liu Haotian and began counting down, but even after ten seconds passed, Liu Haotian failed to get up.
Lin Pingfan won!
There were no cheers, nor anyone applauding for him.
The cage door was unlocked, and medical staff rushed over to administer emergency treatment to Liu Haotian.
Places holding underground matches generally didn't have medical staff on hand.
It was only because the person who got hurt was Liu Haotian that medics had been called in to treat him.
Lin Pingfan didn't leave the cage, quietly waiting for Liu Haotian to climb back up from the floor.
After about ten minutes, Liu Haotian finally hauled himself up.
His injuries weren't severe—merely temporary asphyxiation caused by the violent impact.
"You piece of trash, I just slipped and lost my footing for a second! Let's go again!"
Clearly refusing to accept that he had lost—especially to a cripple in a wheelchair, which he felt was utterly humiliating and would ruin his reputation in this circle—Liu Haotian snapped.
"Looks like you're a sore loser." Lin Pingfan glanced at him and sneered. "If I had been the one lying on the floor just now, you'd probably be strutting around the cage making grand declarations and forcing me to sign divorce papers."
That simple remark laid the raw truth bare.
A flash of malice and disdainful laughter suddenly crossed the lips of Liu Haotian, who had previously worn a look of anger and resentment.
He climbed down himself to fetch a table, and then retrieved a hammer.
He pressed his right hand flat against the table and handed the hammer to Lin Pingfan.
"Fine. Liu Haotian isn't a sore loser. Here's the hammer, I'm letting you crush my right hand!"
Darkness filled Liu Haotian's eyes, and a meaningful smirk touched the corners of his mouth as he spoke in a threatening tone: "However... do you dare?!"