Seeing the American boxing champion Smit standing on the steel cage, showing off his might and shouting provocatively, a cold smile appeared on the corner of Lin Fei's lips.

A gringo, so arrogant!

If he didn't give him a little power, wouldn't he think that there was no one in Huaxia?

Lin Fei rushed forward, and then jumped suddenly, and his figure was like a tiger leaping into a stream, and he suddenly leaped towards the two-meter-high steel cage.

Above the steel cage is a square space, each with a side length of two meters.

Swish.

Lin Fei landed steadily on the steel cage.

American boxing champion Smit saw Lin Fei coming up, his eyes showed a fierce look, his hands clenched into fists, and the knuckles of his fingers suddenly crackled.

As he raised his fists with both hands, he let out an angry roar, and in an instant, his muscled chest, arms, and back suddenly appeared violently.

These internal qi became more and more, and soon all over his body, forming a vicious wind, and hunting sounded.

In the midst of the wind, Smit's blonde hair flew and his eyes were sharp, like a bloodthirsty wolf.

Rumble.

The next moment, like a cheetah, Smit leaped up and kicked at Lin Fei.

As he kicked this kick, the whirlwind swirled, like lightning hitting Lin Fei.

The whirlwind blew Lin Fei's hair and clothes, but his expression was unusually calm, and his eyes were burning, like the sun and the moon.

Just when the Yankees kicked Lin Fei in the chest, Lin Fei grabbed the Yankees' ankle at once.

Then, a flash of sharpness flashed in Lin Fei's eyes!

Swish.

Lin Fei suddenly grabbed the ankle of the Yankee and threw the Yankee out in one fell swoop.

With a bang, the dust rose and the Yankees were smashed to the ground on all fours, and the concrete floor showed the slightest crack.

The audience exclaimed!

They never thought that the American boxing champion who kicked through the iron door as soon as he came up, coaxed and provoked Lin Fei, was actually thrown to the ground by Lin Fei as soon as he made a move.

Lin Fei's hand is simply fast and accurate!

The Yankees struggled up from the ground, except for the gray face, very embarrassed, and they were not injured, which surprised the audience!

This Yankee is too strong in the flesh!

The concrete floor was smashed by his body, and he was unscathed, how strong is this flesh, can it be beaten with iron?

The entire audience was stunned.

At this time, Lin Fei, who was standing on top of the steel cage, pointed at the Yankees from a height and said, "You drip to the nest injury, and the nest medicine will make you cry!"

This is what the Yankees said to him before, and now Lin Fei has returned the original words to the Yankees.

This made the Yankee so angry that he let out a wild roar, and when he saw that around him, a black evil wind immediately erupted, exuding a cold and shocking aura, which made every audience look shocked.

Cheng Jiaming saw that the Yankees were furious and their strength completely exploded, and immediately shouted to the Yankees: "Smit, down with Lin Fei!"

Zhou Heng and several staff members also shouted: "Down with Lin Fei!"

Seeing Cheng Jiaming and a few people cheering for the Yankees, Yuan Yuxi, Qin Zimo, Wang Yixin, and Xiao Xiao immediately cheered for Lin Fei loudly: "Down with the Yankees!"

"Lin Fei, come on!"

"Lin Fei will win!"

Seeing Yuan Yuxi's four daughters shouting, Cheng Jiaming and the others immediately raised their voices and shouted, but as soon as they raised their voices, Yuan Yuxi's four women's voices immediately increased, covering their voices at once.

This made Cheng Jiaming and the others jump to their feet with anger.

At this time, the Yankees, who were dressed in a vicious body, leaped up and punched Lin Fei on the steel cage.

His fist, which was braving wisps of black grandmaster's internal qi, suddenly let out a bang, and as his fist exploded, the black evil wind on his body became bigger.

When the internal qi of his fist exploded eight times in a row, the black evil wind on his body also expanded eight times at once, reaching an astonishing two or three meters in size.

It was like a black storm sweeping towards Lin Fei on the steel cage.

The black wind enveloped the entire steel cage at once, enveloping Lin Fei as well.

All the people in the audience had their eyes fixed on the storm-like black wind.

Everyone could only see two figures of fierce battle in the black wind.

From inside, there was a series of clapping sounds.

The black wind dispersed in an instant, revealing the figures of Lin Fei and Smit.

Just when they saw Lin Fei and Smit clearly, everyone was shocked again.

Because Lin Fei on the steel cage grabbed Smit's ankle again.

And Lin Fei, who grabbed Smit's ankle, was picking Smit round and round, and the Yankees were shocked and angry, shouting in English, obviously wanting Lin Fei to let him go.

Then, Lin Fei said to the Yankees: "You want me to let go, right? Okay, I'll let go." ”

After saying that, Lin Fei really let go.

Shout.

The Yankees immediately flew out, screaming in horror.

Bang.

It's like a bomb that explodes on the playing field.

The cement floor was directly smashed into pieces and splashed away, and it did not look like it.

And boxing champion Smit was directly on the ground and smashed a shallow pit.

Smit lay prone on his stomach, and this time he did not get back to his feet.

The audience was shocked and shocked: even the concrete floor smashed a shallow pit, not to mention flesh and blood, even the plane was smashed into scrap copper and iron.

Now this Yankee is motionless, and it seems that he is not dead but also seriously injured.

Cheng Jiaming's face was as pale as dirt, his face was shocked, and he finally came back to his senses, and he immediately ran to the American boxing champion who was smashed into a shallow pit on the ground.

"Mr. Smit, Mr. Boxer......" Cheng Jiaming shouted loudly.

But no matter how much he shouted and pushed Smidt, Smit on the ground did not react.

Cheng Jiaming turned Smit's body over and found that Smit's hair was messy, his face was full of ash, his eyes were closed, and he had passed out.

When Cheng Jiaming saw this, he couldn't help but sit on the ground and look at Smit in horror.

His last trump card, American boxing champion Smidt, was defeated like this?

Thinking of the 100 million bet, Cheng Jiaming's heart was dripping blood.

Swish.

Lin Fei's figure flew from the steel cage and fell to the ground.

Yuan Yuxi, Qin Zimo, Wang Yixin, and Xiao Xiao immediately ran over.

"Lin Fei won!"

"The United States has lost!"

"Lin Fei, the trick you used to fly the Yankees just now is so handsome!"

The four beauties praised Lin Fei in various ways.

made the audience envious, jealous and hateful.

Qin Yunyue, Xiao Ling, Xie Wenbo, and Li Qing also passed over happily to celebrate Lin Fei's victory.

"Lin Fei, congratulations!"

Lin Fei looked indifferent and said, "The game is over, and I should collect the money." ”

After speaking, Lin Fei Shi Ran, just like a landlord collecting rent, came to Cheng Jiaming and said, "You lose, give money!"

Cheng Jiaming sighed, looked at Li Finance, and said, "From my account, transfer 100 million to him!"

"Yes, Vice President Cheng!" Li Caicai agreed.