"Miura Teru?

Mo Xiaosheng frowned when he heard this, and asked with some doubts.

"Yes, it's a Japanese national!"

Mo Jinqi nodded and said in a low voice, "There are boxers from any country in this field, including the former captain of the army special forces team in the United States, the boxing champion in Europe, the Muay Thai champion in Thailand, etc., but the most powerful thing is actually these Japanese boxers, only when they encounter extremely difficult enemies, the boss of this field will send these Japanese people to play, but I have been here so many times, and I have never seen a Japanese player appear, and the most powerful one I have seen is the Thai Muay Thai champion!"

"The Japanese are the most powerful?"

Mo Xiaosheng squinted, and then saw that in the cheers of everyone, a man wearing a black practice uniform quickly ran out of the backstage, looking to be in his early thirties, although the clothes he was wearing were traditional Chinese practice clothes, but he was wearing a headband, and what was printed in the headband was the "Rising Sun" logo of the Rising Sun Empire!

He loves his country, which is nothing, but the infuriating thing is that he wears the logo of the Rising Sun Empire on his head, but on the sneakers on his feet, there are two words "Huaxia" written on them, and almost all of the Chinese characters are trampled under his feet!

The crowd of people sitting here only cared about the wins and losses and bets, so not many people noticed this Miura Hui's dress, and most of them were still shouting fiercely, cheering for Miura!

Obviously, they are all people who bought Yue Renwang and lost.

Mo Xiaosheng squinted slightly, seeing this little Dongyang's dress, he was very angry, knowing that this little Dongyang was intentional, and it seemed that he was deliberately insulting Huaxia!

In the land of Huaxia, he dared to make such a move, which can be seen to be arrogant, and the people at the scene who saw the money not only didn't seem to mind, but also shouted loudly to cheer for Miura Hui, it was really stupid!

If Mo Xiaosheng was on the field at this time, he would definitely rush up and teach this kid a hard lesson!

"Take off your shoes and tie them to your head, and I can spare your life in a moment!"

King Yueren glanced at Miura Hui's dress and said lightly.

Because Mo Xiaosheng was sitting in the front, King Yueren was close to Mo Xiaosheng's side, so Mo Xiaosheng listened to all the words of King Yueren in his ears, slightly stunned, obviously a little surprised, he had heard that although this King Yueren said that he was a Chinese, he had already become a foreign citizen, but he didn't expect to care so much about the reputation of Huaxia, which is really commendable!

Mo Xiaosheng's heart couldn't help but have some good feelings for this Yueren King.

"What did you say?"

Because Miura Hui has been in China for a long time, he has long been proficient in Chinese, and he can naturally hear the words of King Yueren clearly, but at this time, he turned his ear sideways, put his hand on his ear, and pretended not to understand, and his expression was quite sarcastic.

"I don't like, tell you one last time, take off your shoes, tie them on your head, and spare your life!"

Yue Ren said coldly.

"No need!"

Miura Hui sneered, and suddenly kicked his feet as he spoke, and quickly rushed towards Yue Ren Wang, the speed was so fast that everyone in the entire hall couldn't help but let out a "wow" sound.

"Something!"

King Yueren's eyes lit up after seeing Miura Hui's skills, and a trace of excitement flashed in his expression.

It's really a joy to be able to meet a decent opponent at his level.

He didn't hesitate at all, and his body also rushed out, fighting with Miura Hui in front of him!

"Damn, it's too fast!"

"Master duel, master duel!"

"Damn, this speed is too perverted!"

The people sitting there could hardly see Miura Hui and Yueren Wang's shots clearly, but they saw two groups of phantoms fighting together, and it was a little difficult to distinguish for a while.

However, Mo Xiaosheng saw the duel between these two people very clearly, only to see that Yue Renwang's fist used a very famous Tianxuan fist in Xuanshu, this punch is extremely fierce, and what is needed is explosive power and huge strength beyond ordinary people, and every punch made by Yue Renwang is extremely strong, because the speed is too fast, the force is too great, and the air compressed at the top of the fist is extremely fast and makes a "bang" popping sound.

Because this punch is too domineering, Miura Hui didn't dare to touch its edge, and kept dodging, while sneaking up on a palm or grab from time to time!

The two of you come and go, evenly matched.

Mo Xiaosheng looked at Miura Hui's footwork and skills, his face suddenly changed, and he muttered: "Kendo Sect Master Alliance?

He had a certain understanding of the exercises of the Kendo Grandmaster League, and he could recognize that this Miura Hui was using a kind of exercise called "Xubu Liu" in the Kendo Grandmaster League, which was a kind of exercise that was stolen from the Huaxia Xuanshu "Xuanjibu" and transformed in the past, just like when they stole the "Supreme Pure Body" in the Huaxia Xuanshu.

In fact, 80% of the exercises in the Kendo Grandmaster Alliance are secretly learned from Huaxia, and the shameless Korean medicine scholars are like snakes and rats, and both sides can be said to be shameless mothers who open the door shamelessly, shamelessly arriving home!

"Second brother, what did you say?"

Mo Jinqi asked with some doubts, staring at the iron cage with two eyes without blinking when he spoke, but he could still only see one and a half moves!

"Nothing!"

Mo Xiaosheng didn't explain to Mo Jinqi, because even if he did, he wouldn't understand.

Mo Xiaosheng wondered in his heart, how could this Miura Hui know the exercises of the Kendo Grandmaster League, could it be that the exercises of the Kendo Grandmaster League were handed down?

But in a department like the Kendo Grandmaster League, this kind of thing is almost impossible to happen, after all, this kind of exercise has to be placed in a special place for special care, just like the secrets of the Military Intelligence Department are placed in the No. 1 to No. 3 secret warehouses.

If it weren't for the rumors, it would mean that this Miura Hui was very likely to be a member of the Kendo Grandmaster League, but Mo Xiaosheng couldn't figure it out, the people of the Kendo Grandmaster League were so dignified, how could they come to Huaxia to fight this kind of black boxing, wouldn't they be afraid of getting into trouble?

It's like the people from the Huaxia Military Intelligence Department going to the Wa Kingdom to fight people with black boxing, it's really ridiculous!

Just when Mo Xiaosheng was wondering, Yue Renwang had already seized the lead, and slammed a punch into Miura Hui's chest, Miura Hui's body flew out suddenly, smashed heavily on the cage on the side, and spit out a mouthful of blood!

The whole hall was in an uproar again, and now most of the people present were betting on the loss of King Yueren, so seeing that King Yueren had taken the lead, he couldn't help but be shocked, his face was full of panic, and then he immediately refueled Miura Hui loudly, and seemed to have forgotten which was the same compatriot who flowed with the blood of China like himself!

Yue Renwang's face was expressionless, without the slightest hesitation, he kicked his feet, and his body suddenly rushed towards Miura Hui by the iron cage again.

Miurayou's eyes were full of cold light, and seeing that it was too late to dodge, he suddenly opened his mouth, and a large mouthful of blood sprayed towards the door of King Yueren's face.

King Yueren obviously didn't expect him to come to this hand, and was unsuspectingly sprayed on his face by Miura Hui's mouthful of blood, subconsciously closed his eyes, and the movements under his feet were a little slower, and the kick that he originally kicked out could have kicked Miura Hui's neck, but in this way, it gave Miura Hui time to dodge, and Miura Hui lowered his head violently and dodged Yueren Wang's kick.

However, Yue Ren Wang's reaction was also quite fast, and the kicked foot suddenly retracted with strength, pressed down fiercely, and smashed into Miura Hui's shoulder, Miura Hui snorted, his shoulder hurt, and rolled forward, and suddenly there was a cold and shining short knife in his hand, and he swung it violently, and accurately slashed to Yue Renwang's other calf.

"Hmm......"

King Yue Ren snorted, a little unexpectedly, and quickly retreated, wiping the blood sprayed on his face, only to see that Miura Hui had a sharp short knife in his hand.

"Good!"

Most of the people present shouted excitedly when they saw this scene, and they were excited.

"Hey, he's a foul!"

Zhang Yiting, who was originally in control of the victory, suddenly changed his face when he saw this scene, stood up suddenly, and shouted at the commentator: "He used a knife, this is a foul!"

The few other people who suppressed the victory of King Yue Ren in the second game also protested loudly.

After noticing the protests of these people, the commentator said lightly through the stereo, "This is a ring match, there are no rules, theoretically speaking, the contestants can use weapons!"

Zhang Yiting and Zhang Yitang were furious when they heard this, and they kept shouting and scolding!

You know, outsiders are not allowed to carry weapons in this place, while their own people can use weapons, isn't this a stinking scoundrel!

This is good, Yue Ren Wang has nothing on him, that Miura Hui has a short knife in his hand, in the case of little difference in the strength of the two, it is extremely difficult to win!

For the first time, Mo Xiaosheng had the same concept as the Zhang brothers, and felt that this Japanese people and this dealer were really a little shameless, and sure enough, as he expected, the dealer would definitely stop the success of the challenge of King Yue Ren at all costs!

If King Yue loses, then the 100 million he bet may really be in vain, you know, although the bet he bets on is not a simple bet on the winner, but one of the very necessary conditions is that the second round must win!

So at this time, he couldn't help but sweat for King Yueren.

I saw that Yue Renwang, who had suffered a knife wound and had no weapons, fell down in an instant, and was forced by Miura Hui, who was holding a short knife, to dodge, and even had some difficulty in fighting back!

But this is what everyone present likes to see, shouting loudly, and the sound drowned out the shouting and scolding of Zhang Yiting and Zhang Yitang and others!

Seeing that the blood on Yue Renwang's feet was flowing more and more, and it was becoming more and more difficult to take the move, Mo Xiaosheng's brows tightened.

"Next!"

At this moment, a clear voice was heard not far away, and then a dagger with a sheath flew into the cage.