The next morning. The old crocodile took Xia Bei and more than a dozen people out of the door.

As one of the powerful [little bosses] in the dungeon, as soon as the old crocodile went out, the crowded and chaotic underground streets at the door had been cleared.

The ragged bugs were thrown into alleys or pits, the rats hid with their heads aside, and the shepherds' little leaders moved their broken carts out of the way and stood respectfully on the side of the road with their thugs.

A few big bosses, who are usually rarely seen, led the sturdy thugs to wait by the car.

It wasn't until the old crocodile got into the car and the convoy drove away that the streets returned to their former liveliness.

The convoy made its way up an abandoned road tunnel to the surface, and after about thirty minutes of travel, it drove into a sky city and drove onto a purpose-built suspension platform.

After about ten minutes, the flying car stopped in front of a mansion on the two hundred and twenty floors of a manor.

After getting out of the car and breathing in the fresh air here, Xia Bei was in a trance for a while. Since he escaped from the Xiao family when he was a child, he has never returned to the upper world.

"Let's go. The old crocodile led Xia Bei and four boxers and ten guards into the house.

The house is very large, divided into three floors. Under the leadership of a housekeeper and the indifferent gaze of countless bodyguards along the way, Xia Bei and the others went up to the second floor and stopped in front of a practice room of about five hundred square meters.

The guards were kept out, and Old Crocodile, Xia Bei, and the four fighters were allowed in.

"Crocodile, I've been waiting for you for a long time. ”

As soon as he entered the door, Xia Bei saw a fat man sitting on the ground. The fat man is cutting the steak. He was about fifty years old, with thick lips and a simple and amiable appearance. Seeing that someone was coming, he waved his hand and asked the maid to take the small dining table in front of him, and while wiping his mouth with a napkin, he said, "No nonsense...... That's my man, Wang Zhao!"

Everyone turned their heads to look, only to see a group of boxers, a shirtless sturdy man walked out.

The man has a square head, a flat nose, small eyes, and high cheekbones. The height is more than 1.9 meters, and the waist of the tiger is bear, and it looks not much smaller than the black devil. It's just a little shorter.

As soon as he saw this person, the four boxers brought by the old crocodile shrank their pupils.

As fighters, they can tell how good each other is just from a few details.

The fat man turned around, looked at the old crocodile and the people around him, searched back and forth, and asked with some confusion, "Which of you will fight?"

Obviously, with his gaze, he didn't see which of these four boxers was Wang Zhao's opponent.

"It's not them," the old crocodile glanced at the four fighters, "These four are the apprentices I brought in the ring, three intermediate and one advanced." It's not to the point where you can fight against a special level like the Dark Devil. ”

Chen Sanye had just frowned, but he saw the old crocodile comparing his thumb to a thin young man beside him.

"He was the one who challenged. ”

Everyone was stunned. Even the four boxers beside the old crocodile looked at each other.

This young man came to the ring, and they all knew it. I also know that in the past few days, the old crocodile has been locked up in the practice room with this kid when he is fine.

However, they didn't know that they had come here today to fight against this Wang Zhao, and it was this young man who seemed to be able to kill him with one punch.

"He?" Chen Sanye's face sank, and he struggled to stand up, "Crocodile, what are you kidding with me here?

Xia Bei touched his nose.

He knew that in the underground world, Chen Sanye and the old crocodile were both at the [Little Boss] level.

However, the two have different paths.

The old crocodile plays a black boxing tournament and presides over the only black boxing stadium in Tian'an City, which is considered to be a franchise license for both black and white.

He has a wide range of contacts, can speak well in all aspects, and has intertwined relationships. In addition, the boxing arena has an extremely important position in the underground world, so not many people dare to provoke him.

However, in terms of its own strength, the old crocodile is not strong. The total number of people in his hands is only a few hundred, which is not as good as a hall of the Longxing Society.

Therefore, to a certain extent, the status of Chen Sanye of Longxing Club is half a head higher than him.

And the reason why Chen Sanye made a feud with the Four Seas Club was because the first battle of the Black Demon Mention Four Seas Club was famous, and it was a gold medal fighter under Chen Sanye who was killed.

"Why am I playing with you?" The old crocodile pushed Xia Bei and motioned him to go over to Wang Zhao's side, while he walked to Chen Sanye's side and stood side by side with him, "Anyway, people are here, they deserve to be killed, just have fun with you." ”

As soon as he heard this, Chen Sanye became a little suspicious.

"No kidding?"

"You'll know if you hit it. ”

While the two were talking, Xia Bei also simply took off his shirt and shoes, asked people to wrap bandages on his hands, and walked in front of Wang Zhao.

Seeing his calm and calm demeanor, the people of Longxing Club suddenly became noisy.

No one believed that such a guy would be Wang Zhao's opponent. Because of this, everyone thinks that the more calm and calm this kid is, the more he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead.

Wang Zhao turned his inquiring gaze to Chen Sanye.

"Fight!" Chen Sanye snorted coldly, squinted at the old crocodile and said, "You deserve to be killed." ”

The old crocodile glanced at him casually, and said to Xia Bei: "What are you waiting for, hurry up and start!"

Xia Bei put on a posture and looked at Wang Zhao.

"Boy, I don't care who you are, since you're looking for death, then don't blame me for doing it. Wang Zhao said coldly.

"Of course. Xia Bei nodded calmly.

He knew that if he wanted to qualify for the Longxing Society, he could only defeat the person in front of him, and he didn't speak at the moment, stepped up, and slammed a punch into Wang Zhao's face.

Wang Zhao subconsciously blocked with his arm.

With a bang, Wang Zhao's face changed, and he quickly retreated two steps to widen the distance, looking at Xia Bei with a suspicious expression.

When the punch hit, the defensive frame he used to block was almost blown away. Although he is not uncommon to have opponents of this kind of strength, the fact that this kid in front of him is so thin and has such strength makes him a little unbelievable.

And the fighters around him also put away their previous strange expressions and became serious.

Wang Zhao shook his neck, and while moving around Xia Bei in small steps, he shook his hands and moved his arms and shoulders, and his expression gradually became focused.

The two slowly approached each other, and Wang Zhao shouted in a low voice and took the initiative to attack. At a moment when he quickly approached Xia Bei, his fists were like two heavy hammers, and he launched an attack on Xia Bei like lightning.

For a while, I saw a fist shoot out of the air with an afterimage, enveloping Xia Bei's entire body.

Bang bang bang! There was a fierce clash.

In this fight, the people around were stunned. Because everyone was shocked to find that in Wang Zhao's stormy fist, the thin young man did not dodge at all, but was ...... Punch out!

Although it was not exactly the same action, when Wang Zhao's fist fell on his head like a raindrop, his fist also fell on Wang Zhao's body.

Boom?!

The crowd was in an uproar.

I've seen something crazy, but I've never seen anything so crazy.

This kid's physique is not half a star worse than Wang Zhao. If according to some positive fighting algorithms, he is considered a lightweight, then Wang Zhao is a heavyweight.

Between the two, there are three classes of welterweight, middleweight, light heavyweight, and so on.

What does that mean? It means getting a cat and a tiger to fight!

That's exactly what happened. Looking at the past from the perspective of a bystander, Xia Bei at this moment was like a small tree in a strong wind under Wang Zhao's stormy attack, as if he would fall down at any time.

"Where did you find a madman?" Chen Sanye's eyes were about to pop out.

Wang Zhao is a master he invited from Pegasus half a year ago, and as a secret weapon to challenge the dark devil, he has been training here for almost half a year. He knows Wang Zhao's strength better than anyone else.

I don't dare to say anything else, but in Tian'an City, Wang Zhao can at least rank in the top three of the super boxer ranks!

And Wang Zhao's most powerful thing is his punching and leg skills. His arm span is extremely long, his fists and calves are harder than steel, and his explosive power is terrifying, capable of explosive output in an instant.

At the fastest speed, he can throw eighteen punches in one second!

Once he was allowed to seize the opportunity, few of the boxers under Chen Sanye could hold on for more than three seconds in his explosive state.

Even if they just hold their heads to defend and dodge, within three seconds, they will be directly scattered by Wang Zhao's fist. And as soon as the shelves are scattered, the whole person is a human sandbag, and it will become unrecognizable in an instant.

And at this moment, this young man dared to confront Wang Zhao, what is it if he is not a madman? Chen Sanye could almost see that in the next second, he was beaten to the point that his muscles and bones were broken, and he was paralyzed on the ground like mud.

However, before the old crocodile could answer his question, he saw the two figures in the battle group suddenly separate.

Looking at it closely, everyone was stunned.

I saw that the young man who should have been miserable in his imagination stood there quietly at this moment, with his hands clenched into fists and his jaws, and his feet one behind the other. It doesn't look like there's been a noticeable change.

However, Wang Zhao seems to be in a bad situation. His lower abdomen, pectorals, and the muscles of his arms were shaking unnaturally, one eye was squinting, and there was a tear in the corner of his eyebrow, and blood was dripping from it.

"Out of ......," one of the Longxinghui fighters stammered, "What's wrong?"

The answer is obvious.

It's just that no one believes it.

Immediately, everyone saw Wang Zhao roar angrily and rushed forward again.

Everyone knew that Wang Zhao was enraged.

A thin young man who somehow didn't know where he came from could make him so embarrassed, which was a shame for this top master of underground black boxing.

Everyone understood Wang Zhao's anger. And it seems to them that the battle is only now really beginning.

Indeed, this young man surprised everyone, but if he thought that with his fists and anti-hitting ability, he could win Wang Zhao, it would be too naïve.

Unlike all martial arts, Black Fist's style of fighting is actually more like a killing technique on the battlefield.

In the black fist fighting cage, human nature is completely distorted. You will only be able to get out of the cage alive if you do whatever it takes to knock out or kill your opponent at all costs.

You can use any kind of technique, regardless of genre or genre. You can also use your fists, legs, knees, elbows, and other body parts as a weapon of attack, and you can even bite with your teeth.

There are no restrictions on the moves that can be fouled in other fighting matches.

As a top-notch black boxer, no one knows how many killing methods Wang Zhao has at his disposal.

Even Chen Sanye didn't know.

Everyone only knows that Wang Zhao was just a round of temptation that didn't take the other party in his eyes.

No one only punches black punches. Those cruel techniques and methods are the hole cards of a black boxer who is on the verge of life and death, and it is the secret that they can ensure that they can survive in that cruel and bloody iron cage.

Usually training, no one can force Wang Zhao to use it.

But this time, Wang Zhao was furious, and he was already in full swing. He won't have half a hand!

Sure enough, in the next few minutes, everyone saw Wang Zhao, who was like a mad tiger, and successively used several different fighting techniques to attack Xia Bei.

There are world-famous leg techniques, exquisite and fierce claw skills, fierce knee and elbow use, close-fitting wrestling methods, and concise but deadly killing skills in the army...... It is no exaggeration to say that if you put it in normal training, this is an open class in martial arts. The fighters present didn't know how much color they drank.

Especially Chen Sanye, he was even more enthusiastic, and felt that his original choice was not wrong. Wang Zhao's strength is stronger than he usually knows!

However, they have remained silent.

Because of Wang Zhao's wonderful performance, he was all messed up by the kid opposite him.

In the field of vision, the battle was fierce and brutal, and the two figures were colliding and fighting fiercely. But no matter what kind of play he faces Wang Zhao, Xia Bei will always have only one way to deal with it, and that is to fight against him.

On the leg method. Xia Bei is foot to foot, fighting hard without any fancy.

I saw that after seven or eight fierce collisions in a row, Wang Zhao's face changed drastically, and he took the lead in giving up this kind of duel. When he stepped back and pulled away, his feet seemed to limp.

And when it comes to the use of knees and elbows, it is even more unbelievable.

When the two sides were entangled, Wang Zhao hit Xia Bei's waist ribs twice in a row, and then hit his chest with an elbow, taking advantage of it first. But he was obviously tall, but he didn't let Xia Bei fall.

On the contrary, when the thin Xia Bei stabilized his center of gravity in the pulling and began to fight back, only one knee hit made Wang Zhao almost out of breath, and he was busy wrying and twisting out of the entanglement.

And then what wrestling, what hand-to-hand grappling, what lethal skills in the army, all are the same.

A few minutes later, the battle came to an end when Wang Zhao's massive body was slammed to the ground by Xia Bei and struck with a ferocious blow that made the bulging middle knuckle stop at his Adam's apple.

Xia Bei let go of Wang Zhao, stood up slightly panting, bit off the bandage on his hand, and put on his clothes.

There was a dead silence in the practice room.

Chen Sanye was already stunned. On his chubby face, his mouth was half-open, like a koi fish that had surfaced to breathe before a rainstorm.

The others around were also dumbfounded.

Including the four fighters who came with Xia Bei, the eyes that looked at Xia Bei were like seeing living ghosts.

The whole fight, before and after, added up to less than five minutes. But they never dreamed that a master like Wang Zhao would lose to such a kid.

In fact, in the back, Chen Sanye and others can see that if this kid is purely technical, let alone compared with Wang Zhao, even compared with most of the fighters here, he can only be regarded as a rookie.

But sometimes, the truth of this world is so evil!

Fuck this guy is not only not weaker than Wang Zhao in strength, not weaker than Wang Zhao in speed, but also explosive in his ability to resist hits. Several times, everyone felt that if they were beaten by Wang Zhao, they might not be able to stand up for a long time.

But this kid is all right!

His thin, but not thin, long body seemed to be made of steel and iron.

And what's worse, this guy is simply a lunatic!

He can withstand Wang Zhao's stormy fists, just to fight back a few times. When he faced Wang Zhao's iron legs like a battle axe, he didn't hesitate to meet him with a fierce kick, tibia against tibia!

Just thinking about it, everyone feels that their calf bones hurt a little.

It's so ruthless! Not only to your opponents, but even more so to yourself. Otherwise, what kind of neuropathy would use this kind of fighting style that makes people's scalp tingle and chills down the spine?

When he saw Xia Bei coming over, the fat man Chen Sanye couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

"It's all gone. Chen Sanye waved his hand and motioned for everyone else to retreat. In less than ten seconds, the fighters supported Wang Zhao and retreated cleanly.

He looked at Xia Bei and asked, "Why are you fighting the black devil?"

Xia Bei turned his head and glanced at the old crocodile. The old man nodded slightly.

"I have a grudge against him," Xia Bei said calmly, "He originally wanted to kill me, but he killed a friend of mine by mistake." ”

"Oh?" Chen Sanye thought for a moment and frowned, "It's the one who was shot and killed by the black devil a few days ago...... The stone dragon of the eleventh district?!"

"Hmm. Xia Bei nodded lightly.

To be honest, Chen Sanye has seen many young people in his life. But when talking about an enemy, no one is as calm as the kid in front of him.

There is hardly a hint of mood swings.

He was already handsome, but looking at it now, he may add the impression he had when he fought Wang Zhao before, and he would feel a little heroic and tough. But if you imagine that he wears a pair of glasses and walks in school with a book in his arms, he is the kind of elegant, slow-moving, and soft-minded reader that Chen Sanye looks down on the most.

Chen Sanye has always felt that if he reads too many books, he will inevitably be pedantic and a little less bloody.

However, when this scholar talked about his enemy in the calmest words, Chen Sanye felt that even if he was the opponent of the black devil, he couldn't help but feel a chill for him.

"Are you avenging Shi Long?" Chen Sanye's eyes narrowed slightly.

"He's my friend. "Xia Beidao.

"Okay, I agreed. Chen Sanye looked at Xia Bei's gaze and showed a hint of appreciation, "I will help you fish out the black devil." The rest is your own business. However, I will press 100,000 star yuan on you. If you win, I will not only give you a bonus, but also ensure that no one else in District 11 will dare to touch it, but if you lose......"

As he spoke, his smile turned cold, he turned his head to look at the old crocodile, and said to Xia Bei: "I'm not interested in helping you form this game for nothing...... 10,000 Star Dollars!

"Okay!" Xia Bei said without hesitation, "I'll let Uncle Yu hand it over." ”

The two sides agreed, and Xia Bei and the old crocodile said goodbye and left.

Looking at the back of Xia Bei leaving, Chen Sanye stood in the empty practice room and touched his chubby chin. He suddenly couldn't wait to see the Black Devil in a cage and face this kid.