"Huh?"

Tokugawa Connor reacted immediately and subconsciously wanted to let go.

But hearing Xie Lang sneer, as if he had already guessed the other party's movements, his palm changed into a claw-shaped, and with a hard buckle, he directly grabbed his five fingers, twisted his body at the same time, bent down to take advantage of the situation, and a beautiful over-the-shoulder fall threw Tokugawa Connor out.

All of this happened between lightning and sparks.

Before anyone at the scene could see what was going on, they saw Tokugawa Connor's body fall into the ring.

At this time, Xie Lang took a stride, rushed over, stepped on his back with one foot, and grabbed his arm with the other hand and twisted it back.

Everyone at the scene was amazed:

"Where do you seem to have seen this trick?"

"Oh yes, is it the action of Sasuke Uchiha in Naruto who took off Sak's arms when he was possessed by Orochimaru's curse mark in the Forest of Death?"

Click!

After a crisp sound.

Everyone's expressions froze instantly, they all saw it clearly, and they knew what was happening!

At the scene, the entire team of the little devils all rushed directly to the stage, trying to block Xie Lang's way.

Seeing this scene, including the leaders of various schools, every student at the scene was stunned, as if they didn't expect the matter to become more serious.

In the ring, including the third place warrior who participated in the previous meal, a total of eight people stood in front of Xie Lang.

For a time, the scene was chaotic.

"Are they all here to die?"

Xie Lang stared at the entire little devil martial arts team in the ring, and spit out a few words in a hoarse voice.

His words frightened several little followers into weakness and trembling.

Not only them, but even all the audience at the scene, looking at Xie Lang's seemingly thin figure in the field, they all held their breath nervously.

And Li Jiusheng, Liang Mengmeng and others at the scene, because they were too nervous, held their breath while clenching their fists tightly.

They didn't seem to believe it, they couldn't believe it at all, the person in the ring was Xie Lang.

At this moment, the entire live broadcast room, including Tunghai University, fell into a deathly silence.

As if a big war was about to break out, everyone held their breath, and the atmosphere did not dare to gasp.

"Shinmoto Masamu! Wow! Did I read it wrong, that guy with a wooden sword pinned to his waist, he ...... He's actually a true martial artist!"

"Wouldn't it? The third one is... Letter...... How could he be a student?"

The whole scene was suddenly in an uproar.

Nobumoto Masatake: The son of Nobumoto Ichiro, the boss of a famous gangster "Tian" group, known as the genius of the R Ben martial arts academic world, and the emperor's big disciple.

It is said that this person was born in karate, and in just three years, he first participated in 99 fights in countries M, Y, and F around the world.

Among them, 99 wins, zero losses, and 90 knockout opponents in the game, he is a famous martial arts genius in Asia so far.

"You're going to be my hundredth victory!" Shinmoto sneered, and with a wave of his right hand, all his followers retreated.

The voice fell.

Like the god of war, he turned his right hand into a hand knife, and with an unrivaled momentum, he slashed at Xie Lang's shoulder!

In this way, he wants to return the humiliation that Xie Lang gave to his companion a hundred times before!

"So fast!"

Nobumoto Zhenwu slashed out with a hand knife, and the surrounding air was instantly torn, and the cold wind rushed to his face, stabbing Xie Lang so that he couldn't open his eyes.

"Look where you're hiding!"

Xinben Zhenwu snorted coldly, like the wind, chasing after Xie Lang.

After dodging the hand knife of Shinmoto Zhenwu, Xie Lang frowned.

This is the first opponent Xie Lang has encountered since he had the system!

At this time, the competition is no longer the previous competition, but a battle of life and death, and in a sense, a battle of honor.

Violence, gore, excitement!

The students didn't expect that they could watch a boxing match so openly!

"Bet, gamble, fight, turn a bicycle into a motorcycle, bet on a motorcycle, turn a motorcycle into an airplane!"

Zhuang Bufan sneered and said: "Come and bet, support on-site transfer, Xie Langsheng, one loses ten, Xinben Zhenwusheng, one loses 0.5, you can only buy one!"

"Miss Ben bet one million, Xie Lang!"

"I also bet Xie Lang for a million. ”

"I'm pressing 500!!"

Wang Xian'er, Li Jiusheng, Duoduofu Second Generation and Huang Xiaobo at the scene bet on Xie Lang respectively, anyway, if they lose, they will be 1 million, and if they win, they will be 10 million.

The main thing is not a matter of money, it is that Wang Xian'er knows that Zhuang Bufan is humiliating Xie Lang with odds, so she just wants to fight for breath.

"I'll press ten pieces!"

"One hundred!"

"Five hundred... Thousand. ”

From tens to millions, no less.

Liang Mengmeng clenched her mobile phone, Wang Xian'er gave her a million and still had hundreds of thousands left, and his mother had spent a lot of money on diabetes treatment one after another.

In the end, in order to fight for Xie Lang's face, she plucked up the courage and said: "I also want to bet Xie Lang, 120,000!!"

Zhuang Bufan was so busy that in just ten minutes, he notified his family, and specially got a computer and credit card machine, bookkeeping and transfer.

"Help me bet 50 million, believe in the true martial arts!" An Feiyu, who was notified by Zhuang Bufan, said to Zhuang Bufan on the phone.

"Hahaha, brother, you think the same, are you trying to explode the rhythm of my village??"

"NONONO, just to confuse your opponents and press Xie Lang! let them know that you have more money to lose. ”

"Hahaha, it's a win!"

"Brother Fan, I will also bet on a million faith in the true martial arts, remember, don't let anyone know. Another rich second-generation student came over and said.

"China pig!!"

At the same time, the fighting intent of Shinmoto Zhenwu in the ring reached its peak, and a wanton and arrogant posture appeared on his face, and said: "I was just playing with you just now, this time I will let you strike first!"

In the sunlight, Nobumoto Masatake's expression was even more arrogant than the previous two, and the clogs under his feet stepped on the stage, making a creaking sound, as if a butcher was reincarnated.

The cold and terrifying killing intent centered around him, gradually spreading towards the entire scene, making the atmosphere of the originally noisy scene almost oppressive.

At this moment, almost everyone chose to be silent.

Even, some students who were very close to the ring felt the terrifying killing intent on his body, their heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and cold sweat seeped out of their foreheads uncontrollably, and their faces turned pale.

"Baga, Lao Tzu asked you to go down, you can't understand people?"

A trace of murderous intent flashed in Shinmoto Zhenwu's eyes, and without saying a word, his right leg suddenly flew up.

With a bang, one of his attendants was kicked, and when the terrifying force hit him directly in the head, his body flew down with several people.

Then, the ninja's pupils widened, his mouth opened wide, and blood continued to spurt out of his mouth, and when his body hit the ground, there was a loud bang.

The sudden scene surprised everyone, and the scene fell into a deathly silence.

In the face of such a ruthless letter and true martial arts, everyone was shocked.