Early the next morning, the crowd rushed to the chapel and were told that only sixty-four people were left in the lottery today.

In the second round yesterday afternoon, not only did half of the fighters be eliminated, but many of the winning guys were injured.

Some people feel that after two rounds of elimination, the probability of encountering fish belly is too low, and if the injury affects the performance, it is better to give up directly.

For the fighters, everyone gathers in such a small town from far and wide in order to earn a lot of commissions.

You can force yourself to compete, if you want to win, it's very difficult, but if you lose, there is a high chance that you will lose your life!

This is a black market boxing with rough rules, and it is not uncommon to lose a game while losing your own life.

Even yesterday, some people have complained that the rules of rodeo fighting matches are not as good as some black market boxing matches.

But the ranchers are in a hurry, as long as they can decide the winner, and no one really cares if they will let the hired fighters lose their lives or spend the rest of their lives in wheelchairs.

The Russian strong man looked serious, and he whispered to his cousin Zhang Zhenbang that among the remaining people, there were more than fifty, all of whom were black market boxers with names and surnames.

This circle is not large, and it is extremely common for them to know each other.

You don't need to be famous, as long as you live long enough or play a good game, then you will be remembered!

This is especially true of the black market fighters, who often participate in international competitions.

Sister Tan is still very relaxed, and this competition, for her, the prize money and even the victory or defeat have become secondary.

What she wants is to take this opportunity to hone herself and make a breakthrough.

Therefore, she doesn't care that her opponent is strong enough, but worries that her opponent is too weak.

Fighting is not a simple comparison of data.

Strength, speed, and even reflexes are just the basic conditions for victory.

Experience, Condition, Performance...... Even a flash of inspiration can make or break the game.

There are many black market fighters who like to mobilize their anger and even murderous spirit before the fight.

The first is to be able to put pressure on the opponent in terms of momentum, and the second is to fully stimulate one's potential and get paper to face the battle that is inferior to the opponent.

can be different from these fighters who focus on black market boxing, Sister Tan's past experience and battles are almost all on the way to escape, being chased or counter-chased.

This experience has allowed her to try to stay calm and mentally relaxed before any fight begins.

This kind of relaxation is a kind of tense relaxation, once the wind blows, Sister Tan can launch a cold offensive in the shortest possible time.

As the draw began, a roar resounded over the entire town of Meder.

It's a contestant demonstrating to each other and stimulating their own blood and potential.

The little stunner drew the nineteenth, and when she showed the number, it attracted a low exclamation!

"No, Ms. Tan can't fight against that person. ”

Uncle Cousin came over and wanted to abstain directly, "The other nineteenth is the favorite to win the championship, nicknamed Tomahawk. ”

Tomahawk is a white man who is more than two meters tall, this guy is muscular, but he does not look bloated, and his body exudes a fierce aura.

His nickname has a history, and Tomahawk likes to use his two long legs, like an axe, to cut down opponents.

Legend has it that Tomahawk was a lumberjack by origin, and it is not known whether it is true or not, but it earned him the nickname Tomahawk.

By the way, in the second round yesterday afternoon, among the four boxers who died on the spot, there was his opponent.

The unlucky guy was a well-known black fighter who seemed to have had a verbal altercation with a Tomahawk in the past, but unfortunately, the two met in the Octagon.

The tomahawk didn't spare his hand, and swept his leg on the black boxer's head, cutting him down like a log.

The reason why the information is so detailed is that there is another boxer under the name of Zhang Zhenbang, the Russian strong man.

"Tomahawk is not Russian, what exactly did he come from, it's a mystery. ”

The strong man is obviously not optimistic about Sister Tan, "This lady is very strong, very strong, and worthy of respect, but, never, don't enter the same octagonal cage as the tomahawk!"

The accompanying translator secretly looked at Sister Tan's face while translating the strong man's words into Chinese.

The experience of these two days made the translator understand that the seemingly ordinary lady in front of him was not easy to mess with.

However, the guy called Tomahawk is obviously stronger.

"That's what I want. ”

Sister Tan showed a smile, "Xiao Nan, I want to compete." ”

The little stunner is in a dilemma.

"Are you crazy?"

Uncle Cousin couldn't hold back, "That guy just kicked a guy to death yesterday! He's very powerful, you'll lose your life if you compete with him!"

Uncle Zhang Zhenbang is very good-looking, even if he wants Charles Ranch again, he doesn't want people he knows to die in the ring.

"Mr. Zhang, I may not lose. ”

Sister Tan was still calm, "Or, I'm sure I'll win that tomahawk." ”

"Why?"

Zhang Zhenbang thought that Sister Tan was fascinated by the bonus, "Where did you get your confidence?"

"Ogawa taught me a lot of things last night, just right for dealing with tomahawks. ”

While everyone was talking, there was a slight commotion all around.

The two-meter-tall white man with a bald head, extremely conspicuous, separated from the crowd and walked over, it was the Tomahawk.

"Hey, Mishevic, I can see you here!"

The tomahawk was grinning and had a lot of aura, as if this gymnasium was his private domain, "Sweetheart Mishe, if I meet you, I will be merciful!"

Mishevich was the name of the strong Russian man in his cousin's name, and he was teased by Tomahawk to his face, and he nodded his head and his eyes wandered.

"You're the one who got the number 19 sign, aren't you? ”

Tomahawk lowered his head and stared at Sister Tan, "I advise you to abstain directly, as long as you dare to get on the ring, I will definitely not be soft...... Woman, I'll kill too. ”

Tomahawk was followed by the translator, who translated what he said into Chinese as it was, but the momentum was 108,000 miles away.

Sister Tan smiled slightly, and even spit out a piece of Russian: "Be careful with your ass, little sweetheart." ”

The tomahawk was stunned, and his contemptuous expression froze on his face!

"Very good!"

Tomahawk turned and walked away, "Enjoy the last few minutes of your life, ma'am!"

"Sister Tan, you actually know Russian?!"

The little stunner jumped on Sister Tan, as if she had found something amazing.

Indeed, with Sister Tan's life experience, it is hard to believe that she knows a foreign language and speaks quite smoothly.

Lu Xiaochuan's face is black, it's all at this time, will there be any difference between Russian?

Could it be that Sister Tan entered the octagonal cage, and she could still come out of the tomahawk?

Miss, your focus is a bit off, right?