Yang Tian came here to collect martial arts demonic energy, so he struck first, just trying to kill the other party in the shortest possible time.

His figure flashed, and the whole person disappeared out of thin air.

"What about people!"

The hundreds of spectators around were shocked, and they looked around, but they couldn't find Yang Tian's figure.

"It's strange, I was obviously standing on the martial platform just now, why did I suddenly disappear?"

"What the hell is going on? are we dazzled, or is this Yang Tian a ghost?"

"Do you want to play this game?"

The crowd let out a burst of exclamations of confusion.

And Blas on the martial platform clearly felt the coming of death, and he subconsciously stepped back, but it was too late.

Yang Tian's figure only flashed, and he had already appeared in front of Blas.

"What's going on? Yang Tian has appeared again!"

"Damn, suddenly disappeared, and the next second it was already in front of Blas?"

"What is he? Could it be the martial arts of the Huaxia Kingdom? I think he is the face of the Huaxia Kingdom, so there really is no kung fu of the Huaxia Kingdom, right?"

The audience let out a burst of screams of shock.

"Are you fucking scared of Lao Tzu!"

At this time, Blas let out a low roar, and suddenly raised his fist and slammed towards Yang Tian's face.

Not to mention, such a punch is extremely lethal.

If he was hit, a fighter weighing hundreds of pounds would have to break the bridge of his nose.

But the person Blas met was Yang Tian, a terrifying powerhouse.

Yang Tian's cultivation has long been above the entire human world, how can this boxer without any spiritual breath in front of him be able to fight?

Almost instantly, Yang Tian reached out and grabbed Blas's fist.

"They're fighting!"

Hundreds of spectators stared at the two on the stage.

Yang Tian's speed was too fast, they could only see Blas waving his fist, but they didn't see how Yang Tian made a move, and when he reacted, Blas's extremely lethal boxing had been firmly held by Yang Tian.

"You're fucking!"

Blas let out a low roar, he wanted to withdraw his fist, but found that he couldn't pull it back from Yang Tian's palm at all.

He instinctively swung his right fist, and a hook punch struck Yang Tian's face.

Syllable!

Yang Tian pinched it gently.

A crisp bone roar sounded, and Yang Tian directly smashed Blas's fist.

"Ah......h

Blas let out a scream like a pig.

Yang Tian bent his palm, made a crane hand shape, and then knocked twice on Blas's chest.

Smack!

Two crisp roars rang out.

Blas's face was pale and bloodless, trembling all over, and he stared at Yang Tian with his eyes open.

But gradually, blood flowed out of his seven orifices, and those wide-open eyes turned gray at this time, and the pupils kept expanding.

Finally, there was a grunt sound from his throat, and the whole person smashed on the martial platform with a bang, spit out a mouthful of black blood, and died in agony.

The entire Wutai was shaken, and everyone froze there.

The underground boxing ring, which was originally filled with boiling and shouting, became dead silent at this moment.

"Yang Tian! Yang Tian!"

I don't know who shouted, everyone shouted: "Yang Tian, Yang Tian, Yang Tian!"

The referee's eyes were full of shock, he had presided over thousands of fights, but he had never seen Yang Tian make such a move, on the surface, Yang Tian looked like an authentic Asian body, the kind that was weak and unruly, but Yang Tian just knocked Blas twice with his hand, and Blas vomited blood and died.

This is the first time the referee has seen such a terrifying fight.

But the referee still rushed to the martial stage and excitedly raised Yang Tian's hand: "In this fight, Yang Tian defeated Blas, who maintained a seventy-game winning streak, and replaced Blas's position and entered the top four in the underground boxing ring!"

"Yang Tian is mighty! Yang Tian is mighty! Yang Tian is mighty!"

Bursts of shouts rang out.

The entire underground boxing ring was boiling.

These spectators are all well-known upper-class celebrities in the city, in normal times, they are all high, representing civilization and quality, but here, they are all beasts, a group of bloodthirsty beasts.

They wish for a more bloody and brutal fighter to come along and bring them an even more ferocious grappling show.

They are also accustomed to the confrontation between you and me, like Yang Tian, with two gentle knocks, they beat a bull-tall Blas to death, and it was the first time they had seen each other.

"Yang Tian, if you continue to perform, as long as you become more ferocious, we will reward you like crazy!"

A fat rich man stood up, waved the money in his hand, and shouted excitedly.

"We'll raise the price right now, you don't let us down!"

The other viewers were not far behind, they took out their mobile phones, swept them on the seats, and increased the intensity of rewards, all of which were transferred to the name of the martial arts hall, and finally after being divided into fifty or fifty, half of them would be transferred to Yang Tian's bank card.

But money is garbage for Yang Tian.

He came here mainly to collect enough martial arts demonic energy.

He ran his divine sense to look around, felt the audience's admiration for him, nodded in satisfaction, and hurriedly ran his spiritual breath and began to collect these worship feelings.

Soon, in his dantian, there was an additional magic bead, which was specially used to absorb the martial arts demonic qi transformed by the sense of worship.

As long as he continued to participate in a few more fights, Yang Tian could collect enough martial arts demonic energy.

And hundreds of viewers need to be more bloody, more violent, and wilder to stimulate, so he said: "Call up the three most powerful fighters here, I'll solve them at once, and I don't bother to fight them one by one." ”

"What?!"

The referee was stunned and froze.

"He's going to fight three fighters at once, and he's the three best fighters, so arrogant?"

Hundreds of spectators stood up in surprise, staring at Yang Tian hotly one by one, with expectation, appreciation, doubt, and furiousness in their eyes.

"Yang Tian, do you really want to challenge three fighters at once?"

The referee asked again.

"You're too long-winded!"

Yang Tian pressed it with one palm, and then pressed the referee upside down and flew out of the martial platform: "Let your three most powerful fighters here come up, I will wash them in blood in one minute!"

Insolent!

Arrogant!

But the hundreds of spectators in the underground boxing ring shouted frantically: "Yang Tian, Yang Tian, Yang Tian!"

The referee hurriedly ran to the second floor, and after a while, he led the three big men back.

One is white in Europe and the United States, one is a big black man, and the other is obviously a yellow Asian.

All three of them were muscular, explosive fighters, and they walked up and shouted, "Brute, go back to where you came from!

Yang Tian's gaze quickly fell on the yellow Asian man, he frowned, and felt that there was a fluctuation of spiritual breath in this guy's body, and it was very huge.

It stands to reason that in the earth, there is no warrior with such a powerful spiritual breath.

Who is this yellow man?

Yang Tian looked at it seriously, and soon, his brows were furrowed: "It's you!

(End of chapter)