"Huaxia Kung Fu is really amazing, he has won five games in a row, Mr. Qian is really invincible, and he plans to continue to play the sixth game, everyone gave applause and encouragement. ”

The host routinely touted the warm-up.

The organizer is on the working bench and is drawing lots to decide who will be on the next show.

Then.

The samurai next to Takuya Matsushita stood up and said loudly, "The boring game should be over early." ”

"Miyamoto-kun, are you going to play?" asked Takuya Matsushita.

"Yes, I can leave after the fight, I don't have time to waste time here, they are all underdogs, and watching them play is a waste of time. ”

As he spoke, Taro Miyamoto touched the ground on his toes and flew directly into the competition ring.

"Takuya Matsushita, do you want to die soon?" Chen Fen was in the audience, saw Taro Miyamoto on the stage, and shouted at Takuya Matsushita.

"It's about getting rid of you guys quickly. Matsushita Takuya haha: "Miyamoto-kun is our Fuso's fastest swordsman, in his hands, your people only have the fate of being slaughtered." ”

"Who farts so stinky. Chen Fen reached out and fanned his nostrils and sneered.

"It's a dead man's fart. Takuya Matsushita said contemptuously.

Under the ring, Miyamoto Taro was already standing firm, he looked at Mr. Qian, and said contemptuously: "You, get out of here, now this is our match with Chen Fen." ”

"What did you say?" Mr. Qian was angry, this Fuso samurai was so rude.

"Miyamoto-kun, Mr. Qian's game isn't over yet, so let's wait for him to finish. The host frowned, but Takuya Matsushita and Chen Fen are different from others, they have a strong background, and the boss behind this free black boxing ring has a little connection with them, but as the host, he still interjected.

"Long-winded, the weak don't have the power to stand on it, let him get down first, let's go first. Taro Miyamoto continued to be rude.

"Damn, this guy is too arrogant. ”

"Nima, what a big breath, just stealing the limelight like this, this Fusang guy is too good at Nima. ”

Many spectators in the ring spoke out.

"Haha, you're right, the weak don't have the power to stand on top, so you will be my sixth opponent. Mr. Qian laughed angrily, this Fusang guy Zhen Nyima is looking for a beating, then he is looking for teeth all over the ground.

"Yaga, you're not qualified. Miyamoto Taro scolded angrily.

"Referee, do you want to say that I am qualified?" Mr. Qian asked the referee on the bench.

"Yes. ”

Several referees on the bench only discussed with each other for a moment, and then replied that they were also very angry about Miyamoto Taro's behavior, but this was a black boxing competition, not a formal boxing or martial arts competition, and the background was the largest.

The referee didn't dare to be ruthless, so he immediately agreed to Mr. Qian's words.

"It's you who are looking for your own death, you stupid like a weak chicken, you dare to humiliate me like this. Miyamoto Taro seemed to feel insulted, he had his hands on a katana, and after scolding, he directly unsheathed the katana.

Bang.

A knife to live together.

The knife light flashed in front of Mr. Qian, and before Mr. Qian could react, his eyes were already pressing his neck in horror, but he saw blood spurting out wildly, and his throat had been sealed with a knife.

Although it is a black fist, in this kind of game, the referee will also come up, grab the hands of the two opponents, shout start, and then the two sides take a step back, and then the game officially begins.

Mr. Qian would never have thought that Taro Miyamoto was so despicable and shameless, the referee just said yes, and before he went on stage to complete the opening ceremony, he directly attacked him.

With a bang, Mr. Qian fell in a pool of blood, and before he could start the fight, he was killed by a sneak attack by Miyamoto Taro.

The situation in the ring changed abruptly.

Suddenly.

The audience was silent.

Many women covered their mouths with their hands, their eyes frightened.

This kind of competition is very bloody, and everyone who comes knows that watching black boxing is just to experience that feeling, but like Taro Miyamoto, he completely ignores the referee and directly sneaks up and kills one person.

This is the first time they have experienced this kind of thing, and they would never have thought of it before they came.

The host stood in the ring, a little overwhelmed for a moment.

On the organizer's bench, the faces of all the referees were also ugly, especially the person who stood up and planned to go to the stage to go through the referee process.

This is a complete contempt for the authority of their referees, how can they not be angry, but they don't know how to say it, because they are afraid that they will open their mouths and will not be able to accept the stage, and Takuya Matsushita's background is enough to make everyone in the organizers jealous.

"Damn, this Fuso guy is cheating. ”

"Made, it's disgusting, you actually attacked and killed people in public. ”

After a moment of silence, the audience under the ring finally spoke up and cursed, and some mineral water bottles and other objects were also thrown up.

The so-called crime is not to blame, the audience is not the organizer, there are so many people, of course, there is no need to worry that Taro Miyamoto will use the knife against them, and they can't change any facts, but they can express their emotions.

"A guy like a weak chicken, he is not qualified to challenge me, dare to humiliate me, this is the end. ”

Miyamoto Taro put his katana into the sheath, completely ignoring the anger of the audience, facing Chen Fen, and said loudly: "Don't grind, hide in your seat, and let a weak chicken stand on the stage to challenge me." If you're scared, throw in the towel and get out. ”

Arrogance, too arrogant.

"Made, Taro Miyamoto, don't think it's honorable for you to sneak up on and kill someone. Chen Fen was also angry, looked at Fourth Uncle Zeng beside him and said, "Fourth Uncle Zeng, how is it?"

"Chen Shao, I'll do my best. Fourth Uncle Zeng didn't speak just now, but at this time, he said in a tone that looked at death as if he were at home.

"Fourth Uncle Zeng!" Chen Fen, who was originally full of confidence, suddenly felt in his heart, is this not confident to win, when he made an appointment with Takuya Matsushita before, both Chen Fen and Fourth Uncle Zeng were very confident.

"If you really can't do it, just withdraw, I can still afford tens of millions of dollars. Chen Fen gritted his teeth and said.

The strength of Uncle Zeng, Chen Fen is very clear, since Uncle Zeng lacks confidence, it is estimated that there is really no bottom, his bet with Takuya Matsushita is ostensibly gambling money, but in fact it is not just a matter of money, once he is in the ring, it will be life and death.

For tens of millions of dollars, Chen Fen felt that it was not worth catching up with Uncle Zeng.

"I went down. ”

This battle is not just about money, Mr. Qian is an ancient warrior in China, and his strength is not weak, at least he is also a Xiaocheng ancient warrior.

Miyamoto Taro's hand just now was extremely provocative, and it was completely contemptuous of the Huaxia martial arts world, as a member of the Chinese martial arts world, Uncle Zeng actually couldn't swallow this breath.

Fourth Uncle Zeng nodded, didn't say anything more, lifted his breath and jumped into the air, and landed steadily in the ring.

This light skill was very beautiful and attracted a lot of applause from the audience.

But Fourth Uncle Zeng, who was holding the long knife, had an extremely solemn face, and he knew very well that the odds of winning this battle were too low.

(End of chapter)