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The next night.

The scene of the 2000 K-1 WORLDGPinFukuoka competition.

Fukuoka Convention Center, the country of cherry blossoms.

The lights were bright, the seats were packed, and under the huge round dome was a sea of ​​noise and frenzy.

The clock slowly pointed to 8 o'clock in the evening, and the K-1 free fighting event officially kicked off.

The first warm-up match was a fierce battle between players from the Sakura Country and the United States.

The two stepped into the center of the arena, and sparks seemed to fly when their eyes met.

When the match bell rang, the American player attacked like a cheetah, punching like a whistling wind, trying to suppress the opponent with a fierce attack. However, the Sakura player responded calmly, evading the attack flexibly, and his footsteps were like ghosts.

After several rounds, both sides were sweating profusely and exhausted, but the intensity of the battle did not diminish at all.

In a high-intensity confrontation, the Sakura player seized the opportunity and launched a powerful high sweep kick at the American player's head like a lightning bolt.

The American player was unable to dodge and was hit hard by the kick. He fell straight down like a puppet with its strings cut, lost consciousness in an instant, and was knocked out.

In an instant, the exhibition center was like a lit powder keg, with applause, cheers, and shouts sweeping in like a surging tide.

The audience stood up excitedly, raised their arms and cheered, their faces filled with excitement and enthusiasm.

The audience in the Land of Sakura shouted the names of their country's athletes at the top of their lungs, and the sound seemed to overturn the dome of the entire convention center.

The on-site host announced that the next match was a personal grudge match between K-1GP champion Sato Masayuki and Xia Guo Chinese and Japanese Sanda King 75kg champion Lin Lang.

The stadium staff are busy making final preparations, cleaning the venue and checking the equipment.

The audience at the scene were whispering and talking to each other, full of imagination about the upcoming battle.

Before the players from both teams officially appeared on the stage, the smell of gunpowder had already begun to spread in the exhibition center, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

As everyone was eagerly waiting, there was movement at the door of the rest area where Lin Lang was.

Lin Lang was seen wearing only black fighting shorts, with the muscle lines of his upper body as clear as a sculptured work of art under the light. He walked out slowly with steady and confident steps, his eyes showing fearlessness and determination, and the shining gold belt on his shoulders added a bit of kingly aura.

In the other corner of the arena, Sato Masayuki was also staring at Lin Lang's direction with a fierce look. His tall and mighty body was like a ferocious beast, with the valuable K-1GP championship gold belt on his shoulders, and he exuded a terrifying sense of oppression.

A thrilling battle is about to break out. The air in the entire Tokyo Gymnasium seems to be frozen, just waiting for the arrival of the decisive moment.

The lights in the venue suddenly went out, darkness spread like ink in an instant, and oppressive silence enveloped every corner.

Suddenly, a very penetrating roar in Japanese sounded like a thunderclap. The power contained in the sound seemed to tear the earth apart, and the venue was shaking slightly.

Then, weird and evil traditional Japanese music came like a tide. The melody seemed like countless vengeful spirits wailing in the dark night, and the notes seemed to hide ancient and mysterious spells, which made people shudder.

At the same time, the lasers in the venue flashed wildly and irregularly, and the interlaced light weaved a bizarre web in the darkness, illuminating the faces of the audience that were filled with excitement and expectation.

Tens of thousands of audience members from the Land of Sakura seemed to have had the fire of passion ignited deep in their hearts by Sato Masayuki's exclusive entrance music. Their reactions were extremely intense, with cheers and shouts like surging waves, one after another, deafening.

"Sato Masahiro!"

"Sato Masahiro!"

"Sato Masayuki..."

The boxing fans in the stands shouted the name of their idol Sato Masayuki at the top of their lungs, their shouts filled with fanatical admiration for him and endless expectations.

Sato Masayuki, with a ferocious look on his face, slowly appeared in the spotlight of the crowd.

Sato Masayuki was seen taking extremely arrogant steps, and every step he took seemed to carry a tremendous force, as if he was the master of the K-1 free fighting arena.

The K-1 championship gold belt on Sato Masayuki's shoulders flashed brightly under the laser light, as if he was declaring his glory and greatness to the world, or as if he was demonstrating to his opponent Lin Lang, exuding a terrifying and powerful aura.

It has to be said that Sato Masayuki is incredibly popular in the fighting world of Sakura Country.

Sato Masayuki stepped onto the ring with arrogant steps. His firm footsteps seemed to step on the hearts of the audience with every step, making a dull echo.

As soon as he stepped onto the ring, Sato Masayuki, with a fierce look on his face, quickly took a stance, waved his arms, and showed off a set of fierce and domineering combination punches. Every punch he threw carried a fierce and explosive feeling, and the air seemed to be torn apart by the wind from the punches, making a "whoosh" sound.

The audience seats were instantly ignited, the boxing fans were crazy, and their cheers and shouts intertwined together, sweeping across the entire venue like a surging wave.

Sato Masayuki in the ring was like a madman blinded by hatred, exuding strong fighting spirit and confidence.

Chu Yiren sat in the front row of the VIP audience seats. Her fair hands were tightly holding the cheering board supporting Lin Lang, and her knuckles were slightly white from the force.

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Chu Yiren's eyes were fixed on Sato Masayuki on the ring. The guy's sturdy figure was like a prehistoric beast, with bulging muscles all over his body. Every punch he threw showed his ferocity and dominance. His murderous eyes made people shudder.

Seeing that Lin Lang's opponent was so strong, Chu Yiren couldn't help but secretly worry for Lin Lang. She bit her lower lip lightly, frowned slightly, and her eyes were full of worry and concern.

The beautiful CEO Cai Yinong was also moved by this event at this moment.

In order to be able to be there to cheer for Lin Lang, Cai Yinong did not hesitate to buy the ticket from a scalper at a high price.

At this time, Cai Yinong was sitting in the stands, his expression as nervous as a taut bowstring.

The weird Japanese-style entrance music of Sato Masayuki still seemed to echo in his ears. The evil nature of the music complemented his performance in the ring, making him look even more terrifying.

Cai Yinong was very nervous, staring at the ring without blinking, and praying silently for Lin Lang in her heart.

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Ma Yili and Han Zaiyin, best friends, were in the audience, and their faces were no longer relaxed and comfortable as usual. Looking at Sato Masayuki, who was as sturdy as a beast on the ring, they felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.

Ma Yili and Han Zaiyin looked at each other and saw the worry about Lin Lang in each other's eyes. They clenched their hands unconsciously, and their nails were deeply embedded in the palms.

The lustful queen Gu Keqing also went through a lot of trouble to get the admission ticket at a high price from a scalper.

Gu Keqing appeared in the stands with a graceful figure, waving Lin Lang's cheering board in her hand, but her eyes were full of support and encouragement for Lin Lang.

However, when Gu Keqing's gaze fell on Sato Masayuki's terrifying figure and ferocious appearance, she couldn't help but secretly worry about Lin Lang.

Gu Keqing bit her lip slightly and silently repeated Lin Lang's name in her heart, hoping that he could safely get through this difficult challenge.

As for Guan Tingmei, the beautiful president of Yangshizi Publishing House, she was sadly stopped outside the venue because she bought a fake ticket from a scalper at a high price. She was so worried about Lin Lang that she kept stamping her feet anxiously.

Before Lin Lang officially appeared, Secretary Gu Ran mustered up her courage and gave her boss Lin Lang a loving hug, encouraging him with a hint of worry: "Come on, Boss! Boss will win!"

Lin Lang hugged Gu Ran and responded, "Okay! Don't worry, I'm about to make my official debut!"

Gu Ran let go of her boss Lin Lang, because she was worried that Lin Lang was so nervous that he couldn't even smile. She couldn't hide the love in her eyes and said weakly: "Boss, promise me that you will win!"

Lin Lang slowly placed his forehead close to Gu Ran and gently touched Gu Ran's forehead with his head. This doting gesture was very intimate, and seemed to surpass the relationship between a boss and a secretary.

Then, Lin Lang raised his lips into a reassuring smile, and replied in a low and gentle voice: "Don't worry, my beautiful secretary."

The moment when her boss Lin Lang doted on her head, Gu Ran felt unprecedented happiness. She smiled sweetly and said happily: "BOSS is invincible!"

"The boss is so majestic and handsome!"

Gu Ran put a combat mouth guard on Lin Lang.

Immediately afterwards, the lights in the Fukuoka Convention Center gradually dimmed, and the entire venue was shrouded in a tense and exciting atmosphere.

A burst of extremely penetrating and explosive DJ music sounded like a surging wave.

Lin Lang's personal exclusive entrance music "Elegant Entrance DJ" is like thousands of troops galloping, the drum beats are as dense as a rainstorm, the bass is as low as thunder, and the strong rhythm carries a shocking and majestic momentum, resonating and echoing in every inch of space, as if to shake the foundation of the entire K-1 arena.

With the accompaniment of the domineering entrance music, Xia Guo China-Japan Sanda King 75kg champion Lin Lang made a brilliant appearance.

Lin Lang was seen carrying the Chinese-Japanese Sanda King's gold belt on his shoulders, a symbol of glory. The gold belt was shining brightly in the darkness, which invisibly enhanced Lin Lang's aura.

Lin Lang appeared proudly with an arrogant "social step", and every step he took was full of arrogance and unruliness.

Lin Lang's footsteps seemed casual, but in fact they contained an indescribable rhythm, as if the entire Sakura Country was under his feet.

There was an undisguised arrogance in Lin Lang's eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was smiling, and that expression seemed to declare to the whole world his contempt for this place.

Lin Lang walked towards the ring in a swagger, slowly entering the audience's field of vision from the backstage. Wherever he passed, it seemed as if an invisible aura spread outward.

However, Lin Lang's appearance instantly ignited the anger of the Sakura Country audience.

Almost at the moment when Lin Lang appeared on the stage, deafening and continuous boos broke out from the stands.

The boos were like waves of sound, trying to drown Lin Lang.

After all, in the "China-Japan Sanda King Championship" the day before, Lin Lang not only broke Sato Masano's calf, but also used his incredible kicking skills to send him to the hospital for surgery, ruthlessly hurting the feelings of the Sakura Country boxing fans towards the popular Sanda boxing champion Sato Masano.

But Lin Lang seemed to be deaf to the boos, or rather, he seemed to extremely enjoy the feeling of being despised by everyone in the Sakura Country, but being helpless against it.

Lin Lang still walked towards the ring as usual, his arrogant steps did not show any hesitation or retreat, but instead became more vigorous and energetic.

Every step Lin Lang took seemed to be fighting against the boos from all around, until he stepped onto the K-1 free-fighting ring step by step.

On the ring, Sato Masajutsu was like a ferocious beast about to be released from its cage, his muscles tensed, every inch of his skin telling you that he was ready to go.

Sato Masayuki's hawk-like sharp eyes were fixed on Lin Lang who stepped onto the ring. It was really like an enemy meeting, and the eyes were full of jealousy.

Sato Masayuki's breathing suddenly became heavy and rapid, and the air seemed to be filled with his irrepressible fighting spirit.

Lin Lang stepped into the center of the ring with his head held high. His posture was straight and agile, and he exuded an innate arrogance and domineering aura. His aura was like surging waves, spreading around with overwhelming force.

There seemed to be two clusters of angry flames burning in Sato Masayuki's fierce eyes, and his already ferocious face became somewhat hideous because of extreme anger.

When he thought of the miserable state of his younger brother Sato Masano lying on the hospital bed, Sato Masanobu's iron fists clenched so hard that they made a crackling sound. His eyes had already killed his opponent Lin Lang ten thousand times.

It is no exaggeration to say that the anger in Sato Masayuki's heart at this moment was like a ignited powder keg, which exploded completely with a "bang".

Sato Masayuki was so furious that he wanted to rush up immediately and tear the arrogant Lin Lang into pieces.

Lin Lang's slightly upturned mouth corners, unruly expression and provocative eyes were all demonstrating to Sato Masayuki.

Lin Lang's fearless aura and contemptuous demeanor deeply hurt Sato Masayuki's self-esteem, making him almost crazy. He couldn't wait to signal the referee to announce the start of the game immediately.