"I'll fight you!" said the little white face of the only four people on the stage pointed at Muscle Hui, his face full of disdain. He called the woman red, and he was known for his speed in boxing.

"Hmph, are you enough for me to fight?" Muscle Hui also scolded with disdain and set up a position.

"Then let's fight?" Yang Shuhuang on the side said to the only remaining buttocks on the stage, with a little excitement in his tone.

"Uh, okay. He shook his head helplessly and said in a low voice.

Woman Hong and Qiaohip Bin are both good brothers of Yang Shuhuang, who have played boxing together since childhood, and they are both good hands. In the first two years of the underground black boxing tournament, they were all in the top three.

The match began instantly, and the two pairs went their separate ways.

"Grass!" Muscle Hui roared and rushed at the little white-faced woman, slamming his fist wildly.

"Whew!"

In the end, it was the top three in the previous two years, and he dodged the muscle glow in a flash, and the speed was a little hazy.

"Grass!"

The speed of the muscle glow is also considered fast, and as soon as the woman Hong dodges, he quickly waved his fist again and hooked it.

"Humph!"

The woman hooked the corners of her mouth charmingly, and once again dodged Muscle Hui's fist, and this time he flashed behind Muscle Hui, and a high leg slashed at Muscle Hui's back.

Muscle Hui was hit in the back, and one stumbled and almost fell.

"Paralyzed, sneak attack Brother Hui!"

Under the ring, Dixiong's brothers couldn't help but scold loudly when they saw that Muscle Hui was a little at a loss.

"Okay, come on, come on, come and hit me!" After being hit, Muscle Hui turned around and glared at the woman fiercely. He smashed his face with his fist, looking at the woman defiantly, the blood stains on the perfect muscle lines on his body slowly flowing down with sweat.

The woman didn't show weakness either, and flashed ghostly.

I have to admit that the woman's red speed is so fast and perverted, she rushed to Muscle Hui's side in an instant, and her fists were waved alternately and she had already smashed seven or eight punches on Muscle Hui's body.

Muscle Hui gritted his teeth and gasped, glaring at the woman and letting him fight.

"Fighting, paralyzing! Isn't it enjoyable!" Muscle Hui's face was like a hungry wolf, releasing a chilling domineering aura.

Woman Hong couldn't help but be shocked, Muscle Hui's body had been beaten red and swollen, but it was as if he didn't feel it, Muscle Hui exposed his body in front of Woman Hong like a madman to beat him, and after a few punches, Muscle Hui still didn't move, and his feet were firmly buckled on the ground.

"Grass!"

Muscle Hui suddenly roared, his body retreated while his left foot slammed into the ground, and his right leg frantically crossed a full arc, and an extremely domineering kick kicked on the woman's red lower abdomen.

This kick was very heavy quickly, and it kicked the woman out and fell heavily to the ground.

"Die!"

Muscle Hui still didn't understand his hatred, and a somersault foot landed from the air, slashing the woman's red belly.

The woman couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and she fainted with a tilt of her head.

"Brother Hui, Brother Hui..."

Dixiong's brothers shouted loudly, clapping wildly. And Muscle Hui's wonderful performance was also unanimously applauded by the audience.

"Bang, bang..."

Intermittent applause slowly sounded behind Muscle Hui's ears, and Muscle Hui turned his head and couldn't help but gasp.

Yang Shuhuang's face was covered with blood, and he smiled arbitrarily like a ghost and said, "Not bad, not bad..."

Looking at the person behind Yang Shuhuang, he had fallen to the ground in a blur of flesh and blood. That person is Jiao Bubin, Yang Shuhuang will even be so ruthless to his good brother, it is really the same as in the legend, the six relatives did not recognize it during the game, and it was extremely cruel.

But Yang Shuhuang is usually a very good big brother, and the brothers who follow him admire him very much. There was no complaint when he was beaten and injured in the game, they were also seriously injured in the first two years, but after the injury was healed, he still regarded Yang Shuhuang as a good brother, this is Yang Shuhuang's excellence.

"I hope you can beat me, really!" Yang Shuhuang gently wiped the blood from his face, and a ghostly smile hooked up at the corner of his mouth.

Muscle Hui had to admit that he was a little weak-hearted, this Yang Shuhuang was simply a devil. The physical strength of the more than five hours of competition was still so good, and more than two dozen people were knocked down.

"The game is at its peak at the end, and the black black muscle ** challenges our black fist prince!"

The two people who fell have been dragged out, no one cares which of them is third or dead, this is the black fist plug, the rules sometimes don't make much sense, and it's important that the audience's hormones are stimulated to the top.

"Come on..."

Yang Shuhuang hooked the corners of his mouth, and the excitement on his face was indescribable.

"Grass!"

Muscle Hui scolded, gritted his teeth fiercely to give himself courage, he came to fight Yang Shuhuang, even if he had seen Yang Shuhuang's terrifying strength, but surrendering and giving up was not his temperament.

"Drink!"

Muscle Hui took the lead and rushed over, rushing and kicking straight at once.

Yang Shuhuang's hands were separated, blocking Muscle Hui's feet, and Muscle Hui was still pouring towards Yang Shuhuang because of inertia.

Yang Shuhuang seized the opportunity and hit Muscle Hui's chest with a straight punch, and Muscle Hui was knocked over straight. He quickly got up, his chest aching hotly.

Muscular Hui's pupils dilated instantly, Yang Shuhuang's speed was much faster than that woman's red, and he had already been knocked over before he could react, and Yang Shuhuang's punches were also very heavy, and his chest felt very stuffy.

"Grass!"

Muscle Hui is not a bad seed, and he kicked the ground and rushed over again.

Muscle Hui hooked it with a left fist, and there was no doubt that Yang Shuhuang reacted quickly and raised his hand to block it. But this time, Muscle Hui's real purpose was not the left hook, and at the same time, the right fist had already slammed towards Yang Shuhuang's face.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of bright red blood was smashed and spurted out, and Yang Shuhuang was overturned.

Muscle Hui's punch was fast and heavy, a little crazy. Yang Shuhuang fell to the ground, and the audience instantly fell silent.

Yang Shuhuang supported the ground with his hands, and the blood in his mouth flowed happily.

His eyes looked at the stunned and disappointed eyes of the audience, and he instantly felt a great humiliation.

"Grass!"

Muscle Hui took advantage of the victory to chase after him, and kicked Yang Shuhuang who fell to the ground again, and Yang Shuhuang was kicked and rolled in the ring a few times.

"Haha..."

Yang Shuhuang lay on the ground like crazy and laughed wildly. None of the people present knew what was going on, and poked their heads out to look over.

I saw Yang Shuhuang standing up tremblingly, and the plasma at the corner of his mouth flowed disgustingly onto his own ** body. Yang Shuhuang, who stood up, stared at Muscle Hui with a cold gaze, and strode towards Muscle Hui.

Muscle Hui didn't flinch, raised his hand and posed to meet him.

"Grass!"

Muscle Hui once again swung out his heavy fist, this time Yang Shuhuang did not block it with his hands, but lowered his head to dodge, and then roared and hooked his left fist from the bottom up.

"Ahh

"Drink!"

But Yang Shuhuang didn't stop yet, and he hooked it with another punch and smashed it Muschou Hui's chin.

"Bang!"

Muscle Hui was instantly overturned and fell straight down. The two top-down hooks were completed in one go, and the muscles were instantly blinded.

"Ah Shu!"

"Ah Shu!"

...

The shout of the mountain and the tsunami, this is the highest praise of the nearly thousand people present for this domineering black fist prince, and everyone below is crazy for Yang Shuhuang and looks at him with worship.

And Yang Shuhuang raised his hands high, slightly compared to his eyes. He was enjoying the worship and shouts of the crowd, laughing heartily.

"Who's going to win me, haha..."