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Sprinkle lime and sand, this is not a typical splash fight!

At the beginning, it was introduced that Qi Mingchen was born in martial arts, and the audience was booing, but still had some expectations.

Although traditional martial arts have long begun to take the route of routines and performances, there are many so-called masters in society, but none of them can be famous in actual combat. But after all, his apprentice Wu Peng can fight, which is obvious to all.

Maybe the master is really a hidden master?

can see him move, not only is there no imaginary move, there is almost no difference between ordinary sanda, and it is even better to look good at sanda, and he uses yin tricks again and again.

It's good now, it's all used to sprinkle sand.

The throat poke just now was quite exciting, but unfortunately it was too fast.

In the field, the South Koreans were hit by the throat, but they did not fall for a while.

The length of the palm is longer than the fist, but in the same way, sacrificing strength, a strong man of Qi Mingchen's size, a fist really hit a person's throat, which is enough to kill, but poking the tip of his finger in a hurry, it is far from the point where it can kill people.

Rao was like this, his eyes were confused, his throat was hit hard, and both places were fatal, and although the Korean boxer was still standing, he staggered backwards in a daze.

In this kind of competition, a single technical mistake is fatal, especially in the current situation.

Qi Mingchen was kicked in the thigh, got up and dragged his injured leg, gritted his teeth and pounced.

Boss Ouyang, who was standing not far from the fence, was about to jump out of his heart!

This Qi Mingchen's hands are too poisonous, and he can be kicked by him if he concentrates on defense, not to mention the current state of Koreans?

it, another fighter has to die now!

It's all money! A black boxer of this level is worth almost a hundred-dollar bill of equal height! Or even more.

"Foul! foul!" Boss Ouyang saw that his second boxer was about to die, and suddenly yelled, pointing at Qi Mingchen in the iron cage and yelling at the host: "He used a hidden weapon!"

The audience burst into laughter.

The host was also speechless.

It's really hard to judge.

Black boxing also has rules.

There are some very bloody black fists, such as life and death battles, which are agreed in advance, and they can indeed use cold weapons.

But in general, weapons should never be used without prior agreement.

If he pulls out a knife, or scatters a nail, these are of course weapons, and he will stop the game immediately.

But the problem is, the sand ...... It's hard to judge, it's not a weapon, and it wasn't something he smuggled in.

If the sand in the ring is used to commit a foul with a weapon, if a player holds down another player's head and hits the iron railing, or if a player throws another person to the ground, can it be considered that the "iron railing" and "ground" are also weapons and are also fouls?

Apparently not.

Fortunately, the host didn't need to worry too much about this, and when Boss Ouyang withdrew his eyes from the referee and landed in the ring. In the field, Qi Mingchen had already punched the South Korean in the back of the head hard, knocking the South Korean to the ground motionless.

"!" Ouyang scolded fiercely.

"Isn't there a final one? His friend wasn't in a hurry.

"It's not yours who died!" the corners of Ouyang's mouth twitched.

Yes, even if this one is won in the end, it will also take the lives of two fists, and this 10 million will be won for nothing.

Ten million, a few players, he loses, but he loses not only money.

He was ambitious and took three contestants to go to Macau to show his face, but before he could go to Macau, he was abolished by a little-known guy in China, one kicked the broken egg, and the other charmed his eyes with sand...... If this gets to the circle, he'll be a joke in Macau in the future.

In the third game, you must win!

The body of the South Korean was dragged out, and a third fighter took the field.

This boxer is mediocre, and in terms of introduction, he is a sanda player who used to be in the provincial team, and later went abroad to fight.

It seems that it is not as good as the first two fighters.

But this time, there are a lot fewer viewers who bet on Qi Mingchen.

Anyone can see that Qi Mingchen, who has experienced two life-and-death struggles, is already at the end of his strong crossbow, and he can't even stand up, sitting in the corner of the ring by the railing, his left arm is still hanging weakly, and after his right leg and thigh were kicked just now, he was swollen in a big circle, bruised, and blood beads penetrated outward from the pores.

Anyone with a little experience knows that this is a broken thigh bone.

"Mr. Zhao, Mr. Niu, my master can't fight anymore!" Wu Peng lowered his head and gritted his teeth and whispered.

Now, Wu Peng began to regret it.

Qi Mingchen treats these apprentices as children, why don't these apprentices treat him as parents?

Young children may rebel and disobey their parents, but when it comes to life and death, children are on their parents' side. Parents can use their lives to protect their children, but what about children?

Zhao Zejun looked at Niu Shengli, and Niu Shengli nodded.

The two took bodyguards and walked around the ring.

Seeing the other party's boss coming, Ouyang's bodyguards behind them became vigilant and protected Ouyang's side.

"What, come to see my joke?" Ouyang's face sank, "Don't think it's great to win two games, it's not over yet!"

"Two. Zhao Zejun nodded at the two opposites, and then said to Ouyang: "Don't get me wrong, everyone meets in the water, and there is no grudge." Xiao Wu is not sensible, what is there to offend, the two of you will be more responsible, and I will definitely satisfy the two of you with the losses that should be compensated. As for this life-and-death situation, it is better to stop here and take it as a joke. What do you two think?"

"Joke?" Ouyang snorted coldly: "What are you, you deserve to joke with me! Let me tell you, if you take 100 million today, I also want your people to die in the ring!"

"This brother, why are you doing this?" Niu Shengli said with a smile, "Everyone came out to have a good time, and it can be seen that the two of you are not short of money." Don't talk about the money, just sell a face, and the two of you will come to southern Jiangsu Province to play in the future, and I will entertain you. ”

"Sunan Province?" the other person smiled and said to Ouyang: "Isn't your brother in Sunan Province, according to me, I will sell them a face, so as not to make it difficult for your brother to be a man and come back to trouble you?"

Zhao Zejun frowned, this person was smiling, it sounded like he was persuading, but what he said was clearly stimulating this tall man.

"Fuck, I'm afraid of him, what is he, if he doesn't come to trouble me, I'm going to find him too!" Ouyang muttered a few words to himself, as if he didn't want to talk more about family affairs in front of outsiders, and instead waved his hand impatiently at Zhao Zejun and Niu Shengli: "I tell you two, there is no need to discuss!"

Speaking of which, Zhao Zejun and Niu Shengli both dispelled the idea of a 'peaceful solution'.

The two of them didn't dare to talk about one or the other in southern Jiangsu Province, but they never begged for help. Moreover, the other party's attitude is already very clear, no matter how polite he is, no matter how much money he takes, he can't replace Qi Mingchen's life.

In the ring, if you want to survive, you can only rely on your own fists.

"Let's go. Zhao Zejun nodded at Niu Shengli.

Niu Shengli hummed in a deep voice, rolled his eyelids, and glanced at Ouyang, "Young man, don't be too crazy, do you think you will win the third game?" After speaking, he walked back to his seat with Zhao Zejun behind his back hand.

"Are these two people in the water?" Ouyang looked at the back of the other party leaving, pointed to Qi Mingchen, who couldn't even stand up on the field, and said to the friends around him: "This person has broken his hands and feet, and he is a waste person, even if I go up, I can kill him, and I still hope to turn the tables?"

"Let's talk about it after reading it. His friend said lightly, and then suddenly showed a very weird smile at Ouyang, and said jokingly: "Ouyang, even if you win this time, you can only compensate for the losses of the previous two players, hey, this 10 million won, why do I feel heartwarming when I look at it." ”

"You don't have to coax the seedlings here!" Ouyang waved his hand impatiently, "I don't care about money, I just want his life." ”

"Also, a little brother of your Ouyang family who is out of the house can get along well in Southern Jiangsu Province, and it is rumored in the capital circle that your family's cross-river dragon is surging in Southern Jiangsu Province. You, the eldest grandson of the long house, of course, don't care about thousands of small money, with him charging outside to grab the territory, you can eat fragrant and spicy food in the back with peace of mind, and it is comfortable. ”

"Deng Wenjun, what the hell do you mean?" Ouyang was annoyed: "Let me tell you, Ouyang Jing is a fart, he is swaggering and deceiving outside under the banner of his family, without the banner of our Ouyang family, he is nothing! ”

"What you want is your words, the real estate fertilizer in southern Jiangsu Province, when the time comes, don't forget to take your brothers to get a piece of the pie. Deng Wenjun said.

"Your family is known as a small cabinet, and you are about to buy half of the capital, and you can still look down on this little soup in southern Jiangsu Province? Ouyang waved his hand and said.

"What nonsense. Deng Wenjun's face sank slightly: "Watch the game." ”

On the field, Qi Mingchen was beaten badly.

In fact, after being kicked and breaking his thigh bone by the Korean master just now, Qi Mingchen has completely lost his combat effectiveness after his last fight, and his physical shortcomings have reached a certain level, which is by no means something that willpower can make up.

From the beginning, Qi Mingchen could only protect the vital parts, and he didn't even have the strength to parry, and he was almost beaten by the other party in the ring.

It doesn't look like it's a game, it's a beating.

Fortunately, the third boxer watched the first two games, and he was still quite afraid of Qi Mingchen's black hands, and while beating, he was also careful to guard against the defense to avoid the opponent's yin tricks to turn the tables, Qi Mingchen protected the key points very well, and although he was passively beaten for a while, he was not fatally injured.

Bang, bang, bang, there was a muffled sound of fists and feet colliding with flesh and bone from time to time on the field.

The strength of the professional black boxer is amazing, and with every attack, Qi Mingchen has to bear the pain of broken tendons and fractures.

Finally, Qi Mingchen didn't even have the power to protect, his body was crooked, he fell to the ground obliquely, and sold a large piece of his back to the other party without any cover.

The audience booed.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

On the sidelines, Ouyang sneered, made a throat-cutting gesture to the players on the field, and then turned his wrist and gave a thumbs up to Zhao Zejun and the others opposite, and slowly twisted his wrist with a mocking face, pointing his thumb down.

The boxer got the order, slammed his knee on the back of Qi Mingchen's heart, pressed his body tightly, and pressed his right arm with the other leg, 100% to ensure that the opponent could not fight back, and then picked up Qi Mingchen's head, which was like a dead dog, with an expressionless face, pinched his chin and the back of his head with both hands, and made a mistake on both sides.

This is how Qi Mingchen twisted the neck of the old black Anthony.

As soon as he used both hands, he found that the other party's neck was very stiff.

Still have the strength to resist?

No matter how great the strength of the neck is, it can't beat the linkage force of the arm and waist, the boxer sneered, and the body leaned forward slightly, shortening the moment of the arm force, which is more convenient to exert force.

At this moment, Qi Mingchen's left hand, which had long been scrapped and was paralyzed on the ground, suddenly bounced back like a frightened snake like lightning, and the back of his head seemed to have eyes, and two fingers were fiercely inserted into the eyes of the boxer behind him.

The heart-rending screams rang out in the ring, and the boxer's eyes turned into two terrifying bloody holes, and his footsteps were floating, scurrying around the arena like headless flies.

Qi Mingchen used his blood-stained left hand to prop up his body with great difficulty, turned over on the spot, turned on his back to the sky, no longer had any strength, and gasped for breath.

"My master is left-handed!"

Wu Peng suddenly realized that this was a game set up by his master!

From the first game, Qi Mingchen's left hand was not broken.

It did hurt, but it was far from being useless.

Qi Mingchen knew very well that it was almost impossible to win three games in a row, from the very beginning, he was deliberately making people think that his left hand was broken, and after two consecutive performances, he really deceived everyone, and at the time of the last Jedi, he used this trick to follow him who couldn't do anything, and practiced a master who had the ability to dig out eyeballs all his life, and learned the ability to press the bottom of the box, and unexpectedly killed the third boxer.

The reason why a trick is a trick is not because it is good-looking and chic, nor because it has a mysterious and profound principle.

Just because it is simple and practical, it has been tempered and practiced countless times, and once it is displayed, it will definitely succeed.

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