Night, half past eight!

A Hongqi L5 slowly stopped in front of a huge building. It is a circular building that occupies an extremely large area and has a somewhat resembling the Colosseum of ancient Rome.

A man with a domineering and majestic figure and a face like a knife looked at the red flag L5 slowly coming, stretched out his hand and made a gentle move. Behind him, a rough man in black nodded slightly, carrying a long box-like package, and slowly walked towards the door.

Xingtian, disguised as Liang Wu, walked down from the Red Flag L5, looked up at the building, and asked with some surprise.

"What is this building for? Why didn't I find out. Xingtian asked three eyes.

"After investigation, this building was built by a boxer who has a huge reputation in the country (that is, King Kong). In the early years, boxing matches were very popular in China, and this building was built at that time, with the purpose of improving the popularity of Z City and pulling the economy through live broadcast of boxing matches. It also provides a platform for former martial arts people, and the most famous thing about this project is to challenge one hundred and eight heroes to reach the top step by step, as long as they succeed, they will be the leaders of the martial arts alliance. Three glances at the slightly barren building and sighed.

Xing Tian nodded, picked up the invitation card and looked at the address, and after repeatedly confirming that this was the gladiatorial arena of --- Z City, he began to walk towards the door.

At the moment of walking towards the gladiatorial arena, Xingtian's eyes were extremely sharp, his spirit was highly concentrated, and Ling Kite and Three Eyes followed behind him. Even if there is a mountain of swords and a sea of blood in front of you, you have to break through, this is the domineering spirit of Xingtian.

Standing in front of the huge staircase at the entrance of the gladiatorial arena, there are a total of one hundred and eight steps, which represent one hundred and eight dharmas in Buddhist temples, and each dharma represents an arhat. On the right hand side of Xingtian, there is also a huge stone tablet with the book "Interpretation".

"At the beginning, the boxer built this one hundred and eight steps but wasted a huge amount of effort, perhaps in order to attract everyone's attention, he deliberately explained the meaning of the one hundred and eight steps on the TV program: the person who climbs the ladder, every time he crosses a ladder, it means that he has crossed a life trouble, and this hundred and eight kicks also means that he will trample on the heavens and the earth under his feet, so as to show the supreme power. Ling Kite explained on the side.

"So the one hundred and eight people in front of you are a challenge set by King Kong?" Xing Tian looked at the one hundred and eight people who had already been neatly arranged, uniformly wearing martial arts uniforms, a red belt, and a pair of black plain shoes.

"This Nima makes a movie, right?" saw such a magnificent scene and couldn't help muttering.

"It's been a long time since I've moved my muscles and bones, don't just do it!" Xing Tian said excitedly.

Ling Kite tightened her sleeves and leaned slightly closer to Xingtian.

Xingtian Chao Ling Kite smiled indifferently.

Moving his muscles and bones, he clenched his fists and walked towards the first staircase. Xingtian was not afraid of these iron-blooded challenges on the surface, but he was afraid of those invisible and dangerous tricks, and Xingtian was extremely excited at this time.

The man on the first staircase was bald, with a ring scar, and was considered a monk, and he made a fist salute to Xingtian.

Xingtian returned the salute and returned a military salute. Seeing such a battle, he relieved himself and sighed secretly: "What a bright and upright King Kong." ”

As soon as Xingtian's right foot stepped up the first step, the bald head waved his fist.

"Bang!"

The two punched each other.

"Hong Boxing! The lower game is very stable, and the foundation is very good. Xing Tian said with a smile.

The bald head nodded, glared hard with his right foot, and struck his fist at Xingtian's temple. The boxing method is strong and strong, domineering, the fist speed is as fast as a bullet, and the offense and defense are integrated. Xingtian Tai Chiyun raised his hand, and after removing most of the strength of the bald bully punch, he took a step back with his right foot, and then attacked one step forward, forcing the bald head to exert all his strength as if hitting cotton, and the qi and blood between his chest and abdomen were surging with shock, and he couldn't help but retreat backwards. Xing Tian followed, drew a circle with both hands, concentrated all his strength between his chest and abdomen, took a strong breath, and pushed towards the bald head from the back.

The bald head looked at the seemingly slow palm speed, his heart was terrified, and the white hair appeared, only to hold his chest with both hands to protect his body, and he forcibly endured the full blow of Xingtian.

"Bang!"

The bald head flew upside down more than ten meters away, and did two backflips in the air in a row before landing smoothly, spitting out a touch of bright red blood in his mouth, and it was difficult to get up after falling to the ground.

All of this happened in a matter of seconds, the bald head had already been knocked away, and Xingtian had stepped up to the second ladder.

A handsome man in a green shirt took off the red tassel gun behind him, and after playing a gun flower on the stairs, he threw the gun into the air, and the man jumped up and held the gun. With both hands, he inserted the red tassel gun into the ladder, and the body of the gun was almost broken by the pressure, and with the help of the rebound force, his feet kicked towards the punishment sky.

Xing Tian clenched his hands into fists, stabilized the lower plate, straightened his waist, put his fists together, and struck at the man's feet.

The man was blocked, and with the help of Xingtian's fist rebound, his feet did a front flip in the air, stretched his waist and tucked his abdomen to pull out the red tassel spear, and slashed it fiercely towards Xingtian from back to front.

"Smack!"

Xingtian caught the red tassel gun that came at great speed with both hands, the body of the gun was instantly broken, and the head of the gun flew past Xingtian's side face, hitting half an inch towards the stairs.

"Bang!"

Xing Tian got up and kicked his right foot between the man's chest and abdomen.

The man who was still in the air with an unstable center of gravity was kicked by Xingtian, and was instantly kicked out by a huge force, rolling to the ground and not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Three eyes were on the side, frightened eyes bulging, lips trembling.

"It's so exciting! Xingtian is so brave! Defeat a martial artist in a few seconds. ”

Ling Kite also began to face up to the punishment in front of him, and finally thought that it was no longer useless.

……

In the blink of an eye, Xing Tian had already defeated several masters and began to walk towards the gate step by step. The defeated people, after respectfully saluting Xingtian, stood back and remained motionless.

Soon Xing Tian was wounded, and he was injured by a martial arts master who played with a scimitar.

On the eleventh echelon, Xing Tian was hit in the abdomen with a punch.

On the sixteenth ladder, Xingtian was scratched on the arm.

On the twenty-eighth ladder, Xingtian's shirt was tattered, revealing a scar.

On the thirtieth echelon, Xingtian was attacked by a pistol in a row, breaking the hard qigong.

On the fifty-second ladder, Xingtian's cheeks were swollen, and he looked a little embarrassed.

On the sixty-ninth ladder, Xing Tian spat out a mouthful of blood and defeated a Wing Chun expert with a fist.

On the ninety-ninth ladder, Xingtian looked miserable, with twelve slashes on his body, thirty-seven punches, and one shot.

On the one hundred and seventh echelon, after Xingtian dealt with a difficult opponent, he once again had five more knives and eight punches on his body.

On the one hundred and eighth staircase, there stood a handsome man in black with a huge package on his back. The man's original indifferent expression became more and more awe-inspiring as the punishment day approached step by step. The somewhat miserable man in front of him made the man in black a little frightened, but more excited.

The one hundred and seven "martial arts" masters under the man in black have all been subdued by King Kong over the years. There is absolutely no second word about King Kong, and he is very convinced. But when Xingtian stood on the one hundred and seventh steps, these people showed admiration for the second time, and the first time it was because of King Kong.

An hour had passed since Xingtian stepped on the one hundred and eighth ladder, and Xingtian at this time was panting, his clothes were tattered, and he looked a little miserable.

Xing Tian stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and hooked his fingers at the man in black, his attitude was extremely arrogant.

The man in black tightened his sleeves and helped the bag behind his back, slightly hunchbacked, which was the result of carrying heavy loads all year round.

After the man in black gave a fist salute to Xingtian, he didn't make any moves. Patiently wait for Xingtian to recover, because his arrogance does not allow him to win.

"You're good!"

The man in black said.

"Hehe, everyone thinks that's the case, and it's not bad for you to compliment!" Xing Tian said with a pant.

"You are the second person who can reach this position, and the first is King Kong who created this building. The man in black said.

"Oh! It turns out that King Kong was the boxing champion of the year. "Heavenly Punishment Dao.

"Well, King Kong is the most fierce and domineering man I have ever met, and I obey him!!" The man said this with a hint of pride. It's as if King Kong is an omnipotent immortal.

Xing Tian grinned, spat out a mouthful of blood, and sat on the top of the one hundred and eighth staircase, looking at the neatly arranged number one hundred and seven people below.

"It really doesn't matter to me who King Kong is. I came here today for only one purpose, to let Z City thoroughly see my attitude and see the attitude of my Torture Tiger Gang. Xingtian said arrogantly.

The man in black followed Xingtian closely, stood behind Xingtian, and glanced at the bloodstained Xingtian Dao.

"You're good!"

This is the second time the man in black has said this, but more firmly than the first.

Xing Tian pouted and smiled.

"I know!"

The man in black took out a cigarette from his arms, and the man who had only handed the cigarette to King Kong handed one to Xingtian in convincing.

Xingtian unceremoniously picked it up and held it in his mouth.

The man in black snapped his fingers, and one of his subordinates came up with a lighter and lit the cigarette in Xingtian's mouth.

"Now I'll obey you too!" said the man in black.

"You haven't fought yet, you're going to take it?" Xing Tian glanced at the man in black.

"You can't beat me!" said the man in black.

"Hey, hey, how do you know if you don't try!" Xingtian burned out the cigarette and spit out a smoke ring.

"Have you rested enough?" the man in black glanced at Xingtian.

"Fight if you want, don't be so much waste!"

"I don't want to win. And even if you win, you won't be able to beat me!" said the man in black arrogantly.

"Damn, I hate people who fight and twitter crookedly, so I'll die early. If you like to fight or not, if you don't fight, I'll go in and find the eight calves of King Kong. Xing Tian scolded.

"Okay!" the man in black stood up and motioned for the punishment to begin.

Xing Tian stomped on the cigarette butt and flicked it at the man in black, but the man in black did not dodge and let the cigarette butt hit his face.

Xingtian closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were as sharp as a sword out of the sheath.

The man in black tightened the package behind his back, and stood still without any movement.

"Smack. ”

When the cigarette butt was about to hit the ground, the man in black stepped out and kicked the cigarette butt towards Xingtian, as fast as a bullet. When he was about to touch Xingtian's face, he couldn't withstand the huge momentum and slowly dissipated in the air.

Xing Tian smiled and looked at the man in black for nearly a minute.

"Whew!" a small, muffled voice rang out.

The momentum of the two turned in vain, becoming domineering and extremely sharp.

"Bang!"

The two shot at the same time, but quickly stopped at the same time.

Xing Tian shook his aching arm, looked at the expressionless man in black, and pouted.

"It's obviously painful and you have to pretend to be nothing, are you tired!"

The man in black didn't answer Xingtian's question, and waved his fist towards Xingtian's door again.

"Fuck your uncle, I hate people like you who silently fart the most. The man in black chose to ignore Xingtian's words, and Xingtian was furious without a sense of existence.

When the man in black approached, Xing Tian took a step back, gave up his position, and kicked the man in black with the heel of his right foot.

The man in black seemed to feel Xingtian's fatal blow and turned his attack into defense. The straight fist of the right fist turned into a swing fist, and a punch hit the calf of Xingtian.

"Bang"

After exchanging moves, the two jumped back to a safe distance.