Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

Under the eager gaze of the audience, the passionate and tense voice of the male host resounded throughout the venue through the surround sound equipment, officially announcing that this highly anticipated personal grudge match was about to begin.

The spotlights were like blazing lightsabers, all shining on the ring, illuminating the K-1 ring as bright as day.

On the ring, the referee had a serious face, his eyes revealing professionalism and prudence. He meticulously checked the half-finger gloves of both players, rubbing them repeatedly with his hands, carefully checking every gap and fold to ensure that there was no possibility of any illegal items hidden in them.

After confirming that everything was correct, the referee straightened his back and solemnly read out the rules of the game to Lin Lang and Sato Masayuki.

At the same time, the referee also emphasized the prohibited parts of the body, and his serious expression seemed to warn the two players that any violations would be severely punished.

Lin Lang nodded slightly, showing good sportsmanship, and took the initiative to make a fist-touching gesture.

However, Sato Masajutsu was like a powder keg that was lit, and he instantly became furious. He glared at Lin Lang with his eyes wide open, as if he wanted to beat Lin Lang to death.

Sato Masayuki's chest heaved violently, and it was obvious that his inner anger had reached a boiling point. He simply disdained to perform the fist-touching salute with his opponent Lin Lang.

The judges sat upright below the stage. Each of them had a focused look on their faces, holding a pen tightly in their hands. The tip of the pen trembled slightly, as if resonating with their nervous heartbeats.

The judges are ready to record every valid attack point made by the two players in the game with a professional and rigorous work attitude.

As the referee raised his arm high and then swung it down vigorously to signal the start of the game, the bell rang crisply and melodiously.

At this moment, the air in the entire venue seemed to freeze, time seemed to have stopped flowing, and everyone's eyes were focused on the ring.

In this highly anticipated and extremely heated atmosphere, the K-1 personal grudge match between Lin Lang and Sato Masayuki officially started like a lit fuse.

After the bell rang for the game, Sato Masaru glared at Lin Lang with ferocious eyes, like a bull out of control, filled with endless anger and hatred, and pounced towards Lin Lang with overwhelming force.

Every step of Sato Masayuki's movement was filled with tremendous force, causing the arena to tremble slightly, just like the beating of a war drum, each sound was thrilling.

Sato Masayuki raised his right fist high, like a cannonball fired from a gun, with a whistling sound, and attacked Lin Lang in the face at an extremely fast speed.

It is no exaggeration to say that the power of Sato Masayuki's punch was so great that it seemed to tear the air apart. Wherever the fist went, there seemed to be an invisible pressure blowing towards him.

Lin Lang was not in a hurry. He nimbly dodged to the side and easily avoided Sato Masayuki's powerful punch.

Sato Masayuki missed his punch, then turned around and threw a fierce high whip kick with the wind whistling, heading straight for Lin Lang's head, another fatal blow.

Lin Lang quickly raised his left arm to block, and there was a loud and crisp "pop" sound. The power of this kick made Lin Lang take two steps back.

After Lin Lang stabilized his body, he curled his lips into a sneer and began to counterattack.

Lin Lang's fists rained down on Sato Masayuki, his punches were so fast that they left a trail of phantoms in the air.

Sato Masayuki could only defend passively, crossing his arms in front of him to protect himself. Lin Lang's fists kept landing on his arms, making dull sounds.

But Sato Masayuki was also looking for Lin Lang's weakness. Suddenly, his left leg was like a steel whip, drawing a sharp arc in the air and sweeping towards Lin Lang's waist.

Sato Masayuki's kick was as fast as lightning and had incredible power. The wind from his kick made a whistling sound, as if it could stir up the surrounding air.

Lin Lang's eyes were sharp as torches, and he quickly raised his right arm to block. With a loud "bang", like the sound of a huge bell, Sato Masayuki's leg hit Lin Lang's arm heavily.

Although Lin Lang's arm blocked the fierce kick, the huge impact force still caused the ring under his feet to tremble slightly, and his feet left two shallow marks on the ring.

The audiences in the audience held their breath at this moment, their eyes fixed on the two people fighting passionately on the stage.

The judges paused writing their pens as they were mesmerized by the exciting and exciting opening. The entire arena was filled with a suffocatingly tense atmosphere.

When Sato Masayuki saw that Lin Langge blocked his attack, he became even angrier and his attack became more fierce.

Sato Masayuki's fists were like a torrential rain, rushing towards Lin Lang madly. Each punch was filled with his hatred for Lin Lang, and each punch was so powerful that it was dazzling.

Lin Lang was not in a hurry. He moved his feet flexibly, as if dancing on the stage.

Lin Lang's body was like a phantom, skillfully shuttling between Sato Masayuki's fist shadows, sometimes dodging to the left, sometimes dodging to the right, and dissolving Sato Masayuki's attacks one by one.

Under Sato Masayuki's violent attack, although Lin Lang was on the defensive, he did not suffer any loss.

Lin Lang's eyes were always fixed on Sato Masayuki, looking for flaws in his opponent's attack, ready to seize the opportunity to deliver a fatal blow to defeat the enemy.

Sato Masayuki was like a tireless madman, launching complex, varied but extremely fierce combination punch attacks on Lin Lang. His offensive was like a storm, with whistling fists and heavy kicks, vowing to defeat Lin Lang completely.

Lin Lang, however, remained calm, his breath long and even, his eyes showing determination and calmness, and with his flexible and varied fighting steps and defensive skills, he easily resolved Sato Masayuki's fierce attack.

Lin Lang, who was fighting in the K-1 free fighting ring, seemed to have an invisible aura flowing around him. He seemed to be at a disadvantage, but in fact he was playing the pig to eat the tiger.

Just when Sato Masayuki's fierce attack was about to end, Lin Lang seized the opportunity, turned his body suddenly, and approached Sato Masayuki at an extremely strange angle.

Sato Masayuki was horrified, and before he could react, Lin Lang suddenly threw a punch. This punch seemed ordinary, but it contained tremendous power.

Sato Masayuki was hit in the abdomen by Lin Lang's liver-exploding punch. In an instant, a sharp pain as if he was pierced by lightning exploded in his abdomen.

Sato Masayuki's face suddenly changed, a look of fear flashed across his eyes, and his body reacted instinctively.

Sato Masajutsu first staggered back two steps, each step trembling uncontrollably, and his feet left two messy marks on the ring.

At the same time, Sato Masayuki endured the severe pain, quickly raised his arms, and put up a seemingly forced defense.

Although Sato Masajutsu felt severe pain in his abdomen and his body was hunched forward uncontrollably, his strong desire to win made him reflexively protect his head with his arms to prevent Lin Lang from taking advantage of the situation and knocking him out in one fell swoop.

Sato Masayuki's breathing was rapid and disordered, making a sound in his throat like an old bellows, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead like raindrops as big as beans.

At this moment, Sato Masayuki's eyes were filled with a complex look of vigilance and pain. He was in extreme embarrassment and passive defense after being hit by Lin Lang.

It is no exaggeration to say that Lin Lang easily reversed the disadvantage with a terrifying liver-bursting punch, changing the tactics of defensive counterattack to an offensive-defensive style of play.

However, at the moment when Sato Masayuki felt pain in his abdomen, raised his arms to protect his head, and took two steps back to switch from offense to defense, Lin Lang did not take advantage of the victory, but stood there on the ring pretending to be cool, and provocatively hooked his right hand wearing a half-finger boxing glove at Sato Masayuki.

Lin Lang's pretentious and provocative actions drew a barrage of boos from the Sakura Country audience, which almost pissed off Sato Masayuki's boxing fans.

Unable to bear the provocation, Sato Masayuki gritted his teeth, his eyes full of unwillingness and anger. He endured the severe pain in his abdomen and rushed towards Lin Lang again, but this time his steps were a little weak.

Shocked by this, Lin Lang curled up his lips into a cold smirk, preparing to gather his strength to launch a sure-kill killing move to meet Sato Masayuki's final crazy counterattack.