Entertainment King:I Can Extract Skills from the Movies

"Upgrade!"

Du Sheng steadied his thoughts and silently issued the command.

In an instant, a flood of words and symbols surged into his mind, transforming into a torrent of boundless information.

Du Sheng felt a buzzing sensation in his head, as though an invisible force had pierced through him.

Moments later, a surge of immense power coursed through his entire body.

[Dragon Elephant Strength Skill: Level 3/Blue (9100/81000)]

When he returned to his senses, he noticed his reputation points had been depleted, and the first three levels of Dragon Elephant Strength Skill had been fully mastered!

He clenched his fists, feeling a newfound explosive strength within his body.

With skin hardened to bronze and bones nearing iron, his reflexes and coordination had significantly improved.

From the original novel:

"The first layer of the Dragon Elephant Strength Skill was relatively simple. Even the least intelligent person could master it within a year or two if taught.

The second layer was slightly more challenging but achievable by someone with martial arts foundations in a similar timeframe. The third layer was comparable, though the difficulty began to increase significantly at the fourth...

Golden Wheel Monk, upon reaching the ninth layer, could unleash punches with a force nearing a thousand pounds. Although not truly possessing the power of dragons and elephants, it was far beyond what mere flesh and blood could withstand."

Crack!

Du Sheng instinctively used the sinking force of his Iron Body technique. The wooden boards of the platform beneath him creaked loudly under the pressure, unable to bear the force.

"Not only has my defense reached a new level, but my strength has also taken a massive leap!"

A look of delight spread across Du Sheng's face.

The force from that casual stomp was no less than 450 pounds!

He felt as if he could now punch a bull to death with his bare hands.

By his estimates, his explosive punch strength had surpassed 500 pounds—an increase of 180 pounds compared to before, equivalent to adding the full force of an average adult male's punch to his own.

Although the numbers didn't seem remarkable at first glance, they aligned closely with the descriptions in the original novel.

This demonstrated that while the first three levels of Dragon Elephant Strength Skill didn't provide drastic power boosts, they offered other advantages.

The technique not only increased physical strength but also hardened the practitioner's body, creating a "bronze skin, iron bones" effect. This enhanced resilience reduced damage and pain while protecting internal organs—often the body's most vulnerable areas.

With this, Du Sheng's combat capabilities had received a massive boost.

Even though his overall evaluation was still shy of reaching E-tier, he felt he was just one step away.

This scene didn't escape Ma Yaowei's notice, who was startled by Du Sheng's display.

"You don't seem worried about facing Sang Biao, huh?"

Du Sheng smiled faintly.

"Worried? Of course. I'm just worried the ambulance won't get here in time."

Now, Du Sheng felt confident enough to challenge even K1 champions. A mere underground fighter like Sang Biao posed no threat.

Ma Yaowei could hear the unshakable confidence in Du Sheng's tone, and for a moment, it infected him too.

He began considering whether he should borrow more money and go all in for a bigger win.

"Brother Sheng, are you sure about this?"

Wang Yaoyang cautiously asked as he approached, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Earlier, as instructed by Du Sheng, he had arranged a 10,000 yuan advance from Zheng Zetao, combined with 5,000 yuan from the production team and 10,000 yuan of savings, bringing their total to 25,000 yuan.

Not wanting to reveal too much, Du Sheng simply nodded.

"Place the bet. Feel free to join in if you can spare it."

Although his tone was calm, it carried an undeniable authority.

Ma Yaowei, who had unwavering faith in Du Sheng's abilities, remarked in astonishment:

"Sheng, isn't 25,000 yuan a bit conservative?"

If anyone else had heard this, they'd probably think he came from a wealthy family.

Betting 25,000 yuan at odds of 2.38 would yield nearly 60,000 yuan in winnings.

Wang Yaoyang, seeing Ma Yaowei borrow another 13,000 yuan to place his bet, gritted his teeth and threw down 30,000 yuan at the last second.

This left the betting attendants stunned.

The decisiveness of these three men was unlike the hesitant gamblers who placed bets in smaller amounts.

The young woman recording bets struggled to steady her hand.

The boldness of these three left a deep impression on her.

Soon, the betting window closed, and the referee returned to the ring. Under the spotlight, the match was ready to begin.

Du Sheng, still dressed in a casual shirt and slacks, drew the attention of a staff member.

"Aren't you going to change into something more professional?"

His appearance stood out starkly next to Sang Biao, whose exposed muscles radiated combat readiness.

Du Sheng donned his gloves and replied nonchalantly:

"No need. I'll have to change again after finishing him off—it's a waste of time."

Since betting was closed, there was no point in prolonging the match. Du Sheng aimed for a swift victory.

In such matches, clothing choices weren't strictly regulated. However, most professionals preferred minimal attire to avoid giving their opponent any advantage.

Seeing Du Sheng step into the ring in his casual wear, the audience erupted in jeers.

"If he's not a plant, I'll eat my hat!"

Sang Biao narrowed his eyes, his expression icy as he stared at Du Sheng.

"Kid, let's hope your skills match your arrogance."

"I've fought 26 underground matches, crippled 9, and killed 1. The ones I've left most broken are cocky fools like you."

This wasn't an exaggeration. Muay Thai, Sang Biao's specialty, excelled in speed, power, endurance, and explosiveness.

Especially on a stage like this, its advantages were fully displayed.

It was widely regarded as one of the most effective stand-up fighting styles.

Specializing in strikes with fists, elbows, knees, and shins, it also incorporated throws and sweeps, allowing practitioners to quickly incapacitate opponents.

In a previous match, Sang Biao had broken an opponent's neck with a hook punch followed by a leg sweep.

"Be careful of his flying knee and right hook. If either connects, you won't have a chance to counterattack!"

Ma Yaowei warned Du Sheng as the referee motioned for them to step into the ring.

Du Sheng glanced at Sang Biao, now warming up on stage, and remained silent. He effortlessly leapt onto the platform.

In this no-holds-barred match, only two outcomes were possible:

One fighter would be incapacitated, or one would voluntarily concede.

The referee's role was limited, and their interventions were often inconsistent.

"Fight!"

The referee shouted, signaling the start of the match.

Sang Biao refrained from rushing in immediately. Though his words were dismissive, he had noted Du Sheng's graceful entry into the ring—a sign of a capable fighter.

Smirking provocatively, Sang Biao gestured for Du Sheng to make the first move.

But Du Sheng stood firm, his stance steady and unyielding, exuding an air of immovable calm.

Growing restless, the audience began to jeer.

This didn't faze Du Sheng, but it seemed to irk Sang Biao, who felt his reputation on the line.

Suddenly, Sang Biao surged for

ward with explosive speed, aiming a flying kick directly at Du Sheng's face.

The strike, swift and powerful, cut through the air with an audible whistle!

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