Sister Tan held her breath and condensed, this guy opposite was very difficult to deal with.

As early as before the start of the competition, cousin Zhang Zhenbang found the information of many black market boxing masters, among them, there was a reprimand.

The information prepared by Uncle Cousin was far more detailed than the docent in the crowd who had drunk too much beer.

It's just that at that time, even the participants couldn't be determined, and a lot of information was swept away.

At noon, the scope of the information was reduced by 90%, which is still a lot, but what Sister Tan has seen is enough.

This is a standard Muay Thai fighter who hasn't been in the ring since he was 12 years old.

Flesh and blood flying, groaning in pain, is almost the norm of his life.

I'm not interested in anything, I just like to stay in the black market ring, listen to the shouts of the mountains and tsunamis, and knock out one opponent after another.

I am afraid he will not be able to remember the people who died at his hands.

But it's okay, I can deal with it.

It's not that he hasn't seen an opponent with better skills than himself, he has not only encountered it, but he has also encountered a lot, but he is the one who can still stand in the ring and compete today.

Rebuke has been able to get to where he is today, not only because of his superb skills and ruthless style, but because of his unparalleled experience.

Yes, whether in the ring or elsewhere, Rebuke has experienced too much life and death.

Wandering on the brink of death was just a daily routine for him. Those players who have no experience or little experience usually die miserably when faced with reprimands.

This trip to Brazil is not just because of the good pay.

I want to see the outside world.

Controlled by the gang, he doesn't care how much money he makes, and he doesn't care if he will be kicked in the head in the next game.

He only cares, if there are any interesting opponents.

In Siam's black market boxing match, there are no commendable opponents, and I want to take this opportunity to see the world's top fighters.

It's just that he didn't expect that in his second round, his opponent would be a nobody, a female fighter who had never been mentioned before.

Black market boxing doesn't focus on gender, and of course, for more suspense, usually female fighters are organized to compete together.

However, the audience of that kind of competition doesn't care how high the level of the fighters is, they care more about who has bigger breasts.

The real black market will not prohibit women from participating, however, few people are willing to come.

Playing on the same stage with a man is not a smart choice.

The innate gender gap will not change because of the efforts of the individual.

However, on the contrary, in this unknown woman before today, the reprimand felt the pressure.

Black market boxing has always been unaccepted by orthodox martial arts, it is considered barbaric, immoral, and some believe that the existence of black market boxing is a shame for martial arts.

However, no one can deny that the level of black market fighters is indeed very high.

Black market boxing is the litmus test for all martial arts techniques. There is at least one thing this brutal competition wants to do that other boxing tournaments will never be able to do: choose the most practical technique.

Any impractical technique will be exposed in this life-and-death contest. There's an old saying in black market boxing: "No one will ever joke with their life." ”

Having spent almost his teenage years in black market boxing, he has a deep understanding of the industry.

His movements have always been crisp and neat, murderous, seemingly unintentional swing of legs and raising of hands, all of which hide the aftermath of this blow.

However, on the contrary, in the No. 2 octagonal cage, the rebuke felt different.

It's as if the whole person is stuffed into glue, and no matter what you do, there is useless resistance and stickiness.

Rebuke understands that all these feelings are because of the woman opposite.

His actions have been seen through by the other party, and he has been completely included in the rhythm of the other party...... How many times have you seen this situation? 100 times, 300 times, 1,000 times?

It's just that in the past, I played the opposite role.

Strength, speed, skill, agility...... Suppress in all aspects!

Sister Tan's face is like sinking water, and the Muay Thai fighter opposite is very strong, and if she is not careful, she will be killed by the other party in seconds.

However, it is still not enough, not enough to form a pressure on yourself...... In other words, the black market champion in Siam is not good enough!

If you can't push yourself into a corner, then there is no point in this game.

After testing the strength of the other party, Sister Tan gritted her teeth slightly, and her speed suddenly accelerated!

It's coming!

The eyes of the reprimanded were widened, but the eyes shrank sharply.

Perennial on the verge of life and death, the perception of danger is far beyond that of ordinary fighters.

The woman on the other side wants to end the game?

But, why, did she change so fast?!

After some scramble, Sister Tan suddenly struck out a palm!

The arms of the rebuke are protected in front of the chest, and they can be blocked!

Bang!

The palm of his hand is imprinted on his chest, and with just one blow, he will knock the Siamese black market boxing champion away!

Blood gushes out of the mouth like a fountain!

Outside the Octagon cage, he stared at the people of the game, and at the same time exclaimed, how is this possible!

That palm was obviously blocked!

Also, why use the palm of your hand, isn't it more powerful to use your fist?

Only the reprimand, who was split by a palm, knew what had just happened...... In an instant, the palm that slapped at him squeezed between his arms like a swimming fish, and then the speed did not change at all, and it was imprinted on his chest!

The field of vision slowly narrowed, as if there was a black fog that shrouded from all sides of the field of vision towards the middle...... Finally, the black fog fills the entire world.

Until he completely fainted, he didn't understand why the female player who was playing against him was not on fire at the beginning?

"Do you see?"

Brother Kui, who was fighting outside the Octagon Cage, asked in a toothache voice, "What kind of kung fu is it?"

"Didn't you see it yourself? Splitting palms, or throwing monuments and things like that. ”

Lu Xiaochuan looked impatient, "In short, it's just a way to exert force, it's impossible for Sister Tan to practice some kind of hand kung fu to the extreme, it's too wasteful of time!"

"Envious, if you hadn't taken this path ...... now?"

Brother Kui meant something.

"My lord is envious of a dick! buddy, I am now a beautiful wife, sitting on countless assets, isn't it cool to be a wealthy son-in-law?"

On the face of the tool man, he couldn't stop being annoyed, "What's the point of fighting and killing on the rivers and lakes? What about practicing to be the best in the world? After all, you don't have to think about making money to eat!"

Brother Kui pursed his lips and stopped talking, his brother's choice back then could not be said to be wrong, and if he took that road, he might be finished halfway.

Like Sister Tan, she has been hunted down and killed for several years, but she is still strong, and she has been in the rivers and lakes several times, and there is no second one!