Looking at Wang Hui's swaying body, at this time, anyone knew that it was easy to knock him to the ground again.

What's more, his opponent is still the real black boxing king Sharman Shangluo.

But everyone also wondered why Shaman, who had always liked to abuse his opponents, stood still and stopped making a move at this time.

Sharman doesn't know why. He knows better than anyone that he has an absolute advantage.

But why, looking at Wang Hui who came over at this time, he had a desire to escape?

I've killed more than eight fighters, and I'm afraid of this man.

At this time, Shaman used this method to try to comfort himself.

It's just that the sad thing for him is that it is because he has killed eight people that he can understand what it means to be murderous.

Murderous aura is not heavenly, it is accumulated through killing.

Wang Hui, who was standing opposite him, why did he want to fake his death and retire to the rivers and lakes, there was only one reason, that is, he was tired of killing.

Killing is equal to tiredness, you can imagine how many people Wang Hui has killed in the past ten years.

In the face of the rebel armed gangs in Africa, Wang Hui used heavy machine guns.

Assassinate those big drug lords in South America, Wang Hui used a sniper rifle.

Going deep into some terrorist organizations, Wang Hui simply drove a tank.

In the past ten years, how many people Wang Hui has killed, he himself has no concept of numbers.

Otherwise, why is he called Bloodthirsty Scar!

At this time, Shaman, who had finally recovered from Wang Hui's strong hunger and murderous aura, looked at Wang Hui, who was only two steps away from him, and he went up again and raised his right elbow.

With a "bang", Shaman's right elbow smashed on Wang Hui's head.

At the same time, the corners of Wang Hui's mouth once again showed an evil smile.

More importantly, he stood in place, not blocking or dodging, nor falling.

When Shaman was shocked in his heart, he seemed to hear a small voice from Wang Hui's mouth. Before he could react, a heroic right fist flew towards his cheek.

Following Shaman, who was hit, he staggered four or five steps to his left side.

He is so weak, and he still has such strength?

Thinking about this, Shaman, in the process of stumbling his body, suddenly used two front flips in a row to widen the distance between him and Wang Hui.

Because according to common sense, in the black boxing ring, at this time, the opponent will attack continuously.

However, after he landed, when he looked back, he found that Wang Hui was standing in place without the slightest movement.

Shaman wondered, this man obviously still retains his strength, why not follow the habit in the black boxing arena and seize the opportunity to attack?

What he didn't understand, Wang Hui understood very well in his heart.

In this octagon, this is his Shaman's territory, not his own.

Because mercenaries never need any rings.

All the mercenaries need is to defeat their opponents, and they don't care about any way.

Therefore, Wang Hui chose the most suitable way for himself.

Still sneering, he walked towards Shaman again.

However, even Wang Hui's still shaking body, everyone looked at it, some felt that his life was hanging by a thread, and some thought that he was the prelude to the Jedi counterattack.

But some people are already in tears.

"Sister, why should I cry?" Liu Xinlan, who was sitting in front of Li Xiang, looked at Wang Hui's back and suddenly said this.

And Li Xiang, who was already attracted by the scene in the octagonal cage, when he turned around, he saw that his cousin's tears had rolled out.

"Xinlan. Calling her name softly, Li Xiang took it into her arms.

She thought that her young cousin was frightened when she saw such a bloody scene.

Yes, such a scene is indeed terrifying for a girl like Liu Xinlan. But when it was terrifying, Liu Xinlan also encountered it in Africa that year.

But this time, why did she look at Wang Hui's back, and when a sense of familiarity came up, Liu Xinlan's heart suddenly hurt.

Especially when looking at the blood on his forehead and the corners of his mouth, Liu Xinlan even had the urge to rush to the ring and hug this man.

Liu Xinlan's situation, if you have to explain it, there is only one sentence: 'There is providence in the dark'.

God took pity on her for Scar, and then Wang Hui came to his side.

At this time, Wang Hui's head was continuously hit by Shaman, the corners of his mouth and nostrils were connected to his forehead, and blood continued to come out.

And then drop by drop, scattered on the floor of the ring.

And when he walked up to Shaman again, his eyes were filled with his own blood.

"Who the hell are you?" asked Sharman with a hint of fear.

"Scar, bloodthirsty scar. "Facing Shaman, Wang Hui thinks he is a very strong, very strong opponent.

Giving respect to the strong, Wang Hui said his true identity for the first time after returning to China.

It's a pity that Shaman, who is not very proficient in Chinese, did not understand the name spoken by Wang Hui's hoarse voice.

Facing Wang Hui's right fist that came back again, the agile Shaman simply dodged sideways, and after taking half a step forward, the knee of his right leg slammed into Wang Hui's lower abdomen.

And with this action, Wang Hui's body did not fly out.

Because his missed right fist turned into a claw in the middle of the way, and slammed into Shaman's shoulder.

Ignoring the blood that spurted out of his mouth again, he pulled him over, leaned back thirty degrees with his body, and slammed his head into Shaman's head.

Once, twice, three times......

It wasn't until seven times later that Wang Hui, whose eyes were already a little blurry, suddenly fell to the ground in front of him.

However, just as he was almost unconscious, he bit down on the tip of his tongue with his teeth.

In a situation of severe pain, Wang Hui came to his senses.

At this time, Shaman naturally fell to the ground and was trying to struggle to get up.

But Wang Hui wouldn't give him a chance, he pounced sideways, and got mixed up with Shaman.

In such a situation, the advantages of the so-called Muay Thai are completely lost.

And the victory or defeat between the two of them cannot be measured by simple strength and boxing. What is needed at this time is willpower.

Sharman is very strong, and he may be able to fight in the ring, even if he can't be said to be invincible in the world, but he is definitely the leader.

It's just a pity that the opponent he met today can't be described as tough.

If you have to find an adjective, it's terrible.

Strong and scary, it sounds like a meaning.

But in detail, strength is just the respect given by the opponent. Terrible is the fear that the opponent will have in his heart when facing it.

So Shaman, who already has fear in his heart, represents the announcement of this victory.

In the melee, you punch me and I bite you......

After more than three minutes like this, Wang Hui fainted completely and stood up.

The real winner and loser have been divided.

Winner, Wang Hui.

"Who the hell is he?" Xu Lin, who had never said a word, looked at the man covered in blood in the ring, and asked the same question as Shaman before.

Before starting the war, Xu Lin thought that Wang Hui would win. But whenever she had this thought, she would laugh at herself.

As the owner of the gym here, she's seen too many people challenge Shaman, and the result is always the same.

But at this time, that Wang Hui really won. How can such a man be unknown.

And the object of her questions is naturally Li Xiang beside her.

Also looking at Wang Hui's figure, Li Xiang's thousand-year-old frozen expression finally changed. On her beautiful cheeks, all kinds of questions floated.

"Who is he?" seemed to be responding to Xu Lin, more like asking Wang Hui in front of him, and Li Xiang also asked this question.

"Wang Hui, Wang Hui, Wang Hui ......" At this time, around this octagonal cage, Wang Hui's name was shouted out in unison.

Before the battle, they cheered for Shaman Shanluo, because they thought Shaman would win.

However, Wang Hui won, and even though the 10,000 yuan they had invested in the bet was gone, they still cheered for the winner.

And these stopped in Wang Hui's ears, and he intuitively felt that it was too ridiculous.

Does he need or care about these so-called cheers?

The answer is, no.

Wang Hui, who couldn't bear not to faint, walked up to Shaman, who had already fainted, and used his last strength to resist him on his shoulder.

A tough opponent needs to be respected, not left here for the so-called audience to laugh at.

Just as Wang Hui walked off the stage slowly, Xie Ming, who came down from the private room on the second floor, had already rushed over with strong anger.