Transmigrated Son-in-law

2Ladies and gentlemen, a small episode has taken place. Our two handsome men, in order to compete for a beautiful woman, have decided to settle the matter fairly and have a fight in which the winner can take the beautiful woman away.    

    

This immediately attracted a lot of attention. After all, it was human nature to watch a good show. Even if these people had relatively high statuses and positions, it would still be the same.    

    

The host continued, "On one side is our former member, Mr. Gao Wanyong. I believe everyone is very familiar with him. He is well versed in kickboxing and has received numerous awards."    

    

Immediately, a round of applause rang out. It was very warm. Obviously, Gao Wanyong was very famous here.    

    

The host continued, "On the other side is our rookie, Mr. Ye Jun. Everyone welcomes him."    

    

Another round of applause immediately sounded out, but it wasn't as warm as Gao Wanyong's applause.    

    

Zhang Rong rushed to Yang Xuan's side and asked in a low voice, "What the hell are you doing? "Bro, why is there a conflict with Gao Wanyong? Do you know how good he is at fighting?"    

    

"I don't want to either. He's the one who came over to cause trouble for me. I haven't said anything yet, but the host wants me to compete with him."    

    

Zhang Rong immediately called out to stop him. He might not want a friend that he had just met to be beaten black and blue later.    

    

"No, my friend doesn't want to participate."    

    

The host's interest was piqued and he immediately said towards Zhang Rong's direction, "Oh, it seems like one side has retreated."    

    

Everyone immediately looked over. Gao Wanyong sneered and said, "It's fine if you're scared. Let's go home and drink some milk."    

    

"Everyone knows about Gao Wanyong. How many people here can beat him and let my friends fight him? Isn't that just courting death? You guys are laughing so happily, who would step out to spar with him? "    

    

Zhang Rong continued to stop him. He had seen how cruel Gao Wanyong was. He could not let Yang Xuan compete with him.    

    

Someone immediately booed, "We can't beat him, but we don't want to compete with Gao Wanyong for women."    

    

Gao Wanyong saw that someone was worried for Yang Xuan, so he thought that Yang Xuan was scared and said proudly, "If you're scared, then forget it, just get lost. Since we're all members of the club, White Mask looks kind, so I'm not going to argue with you."    

    

White Mask continued to fan the flames and said with the attitude of watching a good show, "It doesn't matter if Mr. Ye Jun is scared or not, you can just admit defeat."    

    

There was no difference between saying it and not saying it. As long as it was a man, it was impossible for him to back down under such circumstances. As expected, Yang Xuan said loudly, "No problem. I, Ye Jun, have never been weaker than anyone else in my life."    

    

Someone below recalled: "Hey, why is this person's name the same as Ye Family, Ye Jun, could it be him?"    

    

"I don't know. Ye Jun has been studying abroad, right? Or did he come back?"    

    

The two of them walked to the arena at the same time. Fighting competitions were usually held there, but the ones in the arena were extremely beautiful and charming. Since when did they meet a man? Today was the first day the club made an exception.    

    

This was Gao Wanyong taking off his T-shirt, twisting his neck and saying, "Brat, I will beat you until you don't have to think about the relationship between a man and a woman anymore. I will let you completely lose your color."    

    

Watching the commotion, everyone immediately started to cheer.    

    

On the other hand, Yang Xuan didn't seem to understand the situation. He looked around and saw Shen Yi giving him a thumbs up.    

    

White Mask also stopped blabbering and said directly: "Are the two parties ready? Alright, let's start now."    

    

Without saying anything, Gao Wanyong walked towards Yang Xuan. As he walked, he observed Yang Xuan's actions and quickly came to the conclusion that this person didn't even know how to fight; he could easily beat him to death.    

    

When he thought of this, he decided not to rush and just play around with him.    

    

"Brat, you don't have much flesh on you, but your fists are soft. If you don't have strength, then I'll let you punch me first to avoid saying that I'm bullying you."    

    

Yang Xuan's eyes lit up as he said happily, "Are you serious?"    

    

Gao Wanyong saw the look in Yang Xuan's eyes and felt that something was wrong. However, he still judged from his own experience that Yang Xuan could not pose any threat to him. He continued, "Of course it's true.    

    

Those who had truly experienced combat training were very resistant to blows and could bear the pain. This was because they often used their various wooden sticks and fists to beat their own bodies in order to improve their endurance during matches.    

    

Therefore, if Yang Xuan was an ordinary person, no matter how strong his body was, even if he did his best to fight Gao Wanyong, he wouldn't be able to do much harm to him.    

    

Hearing Gao Wanyong's words, Yang Xuan relaxed and then said to White Mask, "Music."    

    

With that, he began to move his body.    

    

White Mask said in a low voice, "Play a song that suits the scenes."    

    

His mask was equipped with earphones and walkie-talkies. There were many functions he could use to contact the people behind him.    

    

Suddenly, a loud and clear voice rang, "Young falcon takes off, the country's No.-"    

    

White Mask shivered. There was probably no one who was not familiar with this kind of music. He shouted at the person behind the headphones, "What are you doing? What nonsense music are you playing?"    

    

The person at the back felt wronged and explained to White Mask, "Do you know how to play a music that suits the scenes?"    

    

He looked at Yang Xuan and instantly widened his eyes. This brat was actually doing the primary school student's broadcast gymnastics.    

    

Gao Wanyong was also shocked and asked in surprise, "You..."    

    

Yang Xuan answered while doing so.    

    

"What's wrong? This is a godly art, don't you know?"    

    

Hahaha!    

    

Amidst the laughter, Yang Xuan completed a set of broadcast gymnastics with a straight face. At this moment, the surrounding people were all laughing so hard that they couldn't even stand properly.    

    

Yang Xuan took a breath and said, "Alright, I'm ready to start. Are you ready?"    

    

Gao Wanyong suddenly felt like a fool. Otherwise, he wouldn't have stood there and watched him do his exercises. He quickly said, "Alright, alright. Hurry up. Don't waste time."    

    

Yang Xuan walked to Gao Wanyong's side and glanced at him unkindly. Gao Wanyong felt a little guilty and felt that the kid in front of him might have some mental issues. What if he disobeys the rules and gives me a cut off leg?    

    

However, since things had already come to this point, Gao Wanyong had no way to change his mind. Otherwise, he would lose a lot of face.    

    

Yang Xuan raised his fist, gestured at Gao Wanyong, and said loudly, "Everyone watch carefully, I will show you how to punch someone stronger and bigger than you."    

    

Gao Wanyong's eyelids jumped up and down. He was almost unable to bear it any longer.    

    

Without saying anything else, Yang Xuan twisted his hips and punched Gao Wanyong in the stomach. This punch of his used a spiralling force which was sinister and ruthless.