In the dimly lit underground boxing arena, the heavy metal music was still deafening, and the audience's emotions became high because of the arrival of Mu Yi and his party, and they felt as excited as chicken blood.

At the same time, in an office in the gym.

A burly man looked at Mu Yi and the others in the box not far away through the glass, his face was solemn, and he said, "Boss, do you really want to accept those Japanese to kick the field?" ”

"Hmm."

The negative young man in the underground boxing arena, a middle-aged man named Nalan Xuan, nodded with a resolute attitude.

"Boss, I don't know where those guys are, but judging from the way they walk, they are all practitioners, and they are not easy to deal with." The burly man hesitated for a moment, and said, "Do you want to ask the little prince?" ”

"No, you don't." Nalan Xuan shook his head: "My brother is going to visit Mr. Yu tonight, so don't bother him with this little thing." As for ......, those Japanese are not easy to deal with, and it doesn't matter, those two Russian fighters have served in the Tros special forces, not to mention, and have also received the most brutal black boxing training in the Siberian training camp, so they should be able to clean them up. What's more, we still have the trump card of Liu Dong! I don't believe that a random cat or dog can kick us off! ”

Hearing Nalan Xuan say this, the burly man didn't refute it again.

He knew very well that Nalan Xuanfeng took on the challenge, on the one hand, he had a certain confidence in his own fighters, and on the other hand, those Japanese warriors were empty-eyed and arrogant, if Nalan Xuan did not dare to accept the challenge, it would inevitably make people on the road laugh.

Bi Scrap ...... The material lives a skin, the person lives a breath, and the scrambled for a stick of incense.

As the burly man guessed, Nalan Xuan wanted to fight for a breath!

"Boss, are you still open? If so, how to set the odds? Seeing that Nalan Xuan had made up his mind, the burly man stopped talking nonsense and pointed out the key.

Nalan Xuan pondered for a moment: "Opening bets are a must-have. As for the odds, they will be opened according to the norm, and each side will 'h"

"Good!"

The burly man hurriedly responded to Nalan Xuan's instructions and exited the office.

A minute later, under the negotiation between the gym staff and Mu Yi, the contestants of the three bouts were finalized.

On Mu Yi's side, two warriors from Hokkaido volunteered to fight against two fighters from Russia, while Mu Yi pressed the formation to deal with the Northeast Black Boxing Champion Liu Dong.

After the match was finalized, the staff of the boxing stadium opened the odds according to Nalan Xuan's instructions.

Looking at the odds displayed on the big screen, the audience at the scene was in an uproar, and then they took the handle bettor to bet, and the betting amount was basically tens of thousands of officials, and there were even hundreds of thousands of direct bets, which was really not small.

And all the bets are almost six-sided, all pressed on the side of the Russian boxer and the Northeast Black Boxing King, of which the amount bet on the Northeast Black Boxing King is nearly 10 million.

Generally speaking, the biggest source of income for casinos is water money.

For example, if the odds of a match are '8 on both sides, if both sides bet the same amount, then the total amount of bets. It's going to go into the dealer's pocket.

In such a situation, the last thing the dealer wants to see is a one-sided bet, which is tantamount to betting against the dealer.

The bet of 16 million made the staff of the boxing stadium a little frightened, and reported it to Nalan Xuan as soon as possible, and Nalan Xuan received it all as steadily as Mount Tai.

At the same time, Mu Yi and the others were in the VIP box.

Nippon Yuan, who is a negative youth in the northeast region of the Sakura Group, asked Mu Yi with a little respect: "Mu Yijun, do we bet?" ”

"No, you don't." Mu Yi shook his head, and his tone was suspicious: "Tonight, we are only here to kill people, money, no need!" ”

Teng Yuan's heart tightened, and he didn't dare to say anything.

A few minutes later, under the passionate introduction of the beautiful hostess, the boxer from Russia, nicknamed Black Bear, took the stage.

Jeff, Russian, nicknamed Black Bear, is twenty-eight years old, 1.95 meters tall, weighs 110 centire, and has won all the games since his debut.

When the tall and sturdy Jeff stepped into the ring surrounded by iron bars, there was a commotion, and his profile was displayed on a large screen above the ring.

A ray of laser light shone on Jeff's body, and under the light, Jeff's face was indifferent, and his eyes were murderous, and he felt like he wanted to tear the opponent who was about to play to shreds.

And the reason why he is nicknamed Black Bear is because when he was serving in the special forces, he once hunted a black bear with his bare hands.

"Russians are simple-minded and well-limbed."

Seeing the murderous Jeff, beside Mu Yi, a warrior from Hokkaido, Japan, unhurriedly put on his samurai uniform, and the corners of his mouth outlined a disdainful arc.

Hearing his companion's words, Mu Yi said coldly: "Jing San, fight quickly!" ”

"Hey!"

Jing San respectfully saluted Mu Yi and strode out of the V like box.

Jing San, Japanese, 24 years old, 1.65 meters tall, 70 pounds in weight, participated in the underground fighting arena A

When Izo, dressed in a black samurai suit, walked out of the passage and walked to the ring, his information was displayed on the big screen.

As soon as Jing San's information appeared on the big screen, the scene was in an uproar.

"Old Maozi, kill the Japanese monkey!"

"That's right, it's better to punch him in the head!"

"It's not exciting to blow your head out, damn it, Lao Maozi can kill a bear with his bare hands, and he can simply tear the Japanese monkey to pieces."

Seeing Jing San walking to the ring without hurry, some of the audience at the scene couldn't help but ridicule, and burst into laughter one after another.

There are many celebrities among them, but at this time, the faces hidden under the masks are only excited, the eyes reveal bloodthirsty eyes, and the dark side of their hearts is undoubtedly undoubted.

The ridicule of the audience sounded in his ears, and a killing intent flashed in his eyes, and he quickened his pace and walked directly into the ring.

Bang dang! As soon as Jing San entered the ring, the staff in the arena closed the iron door as soon as possible.

Seeing that the iron door was closed, Jing San, who participated in the black boxing competition for the first time, did not feel strange, he knew very well that the black boxing competition was different from the regular boxing match, and one party must be completely incapacitated or die before the game would end, and then the staff of the boxing stadium would open the iron door.

And throughout the game, there is no referee, and fighters can fight their opponents in any way.

Standing in the ring, facing Jeff with boiling murderous intent, Jing San said with a proud face: "It's a pity, Russian big guy, you will become a substitute for the Chinese warriors!" ”

"I don't mind drinking your blood.

Jeff licked his lips, assumed a fighting stance, and slowly approached Izan with small broken steps, trying to press Izan in a difficult position.

Jing San was unmoved, staring at Jing San playfully.

Seeing this scene, the audience invariably quieted down, staring at the two people in the ring, and it felt like the tranquility before the storm.

Twilight slowly approached Izo's Jeff moved.

His burly body suddenly accelerated, and with a fierce killing intent, he rushed towards Jing San.

In the ring, under the lights.

The corners of Jing San's mouth outlined a cold smile, his feet exerted force, and he jumped suddenly, and the whole person did not retreat but advanced, like a ghost, facing Jeff.

"Die!"

Jeff roared, his voice shocked, and at the same time, his steel fist was clenched, aimed at Jing San's head, Huo Ran smashed it down, trying to blow Jing San's head with one punch!

Jing San's figure of rushing wildly stopped suddenly.

"Whew! Call! ”

Jeff's iron fist smashed into the air, and his body leaned forward slightly.

Then, without waiting for Shen Shen to close his fist, Jing San took an arrow step, picked up his right leg, tightened his instep, and kicked his toe between Jeff's legs like a knife!

Jeff only judged that a cool breeze hit between his legs, and he wanted to dodge, but because his center of gravity leaned forward, he had no chance at all, and even M didn't even have a chance to block!

Bang!

With a muffled thud, Izan kicked his right foot hard between Jeff's legs.

"Whew!!"

The pain in his heart made Jeff tremble, let out a hoarse wail, his hands couldn't help but cover his crotch, and his huge body bent down, like a shrimp.

Syllable!

Between the legs of the jujube husband in a skull, Jing San's right foot fell to the ground, the sound was piercing, and at the same time, with the help of the power of the rebound, the whole person suddenly floated up, and a roundabout kick that was enough to be included in the textbook Huo Ran kicked out, and the tight toes slid towards Jeff's throat like a sharp knife!

Click!!

The crisp sound of breaking bones sounded, and the audience only saw a leg shadow flashing in front of Jeff, and then M Jeff's pupils suddenly dilated, and his burly body fell to the ground with a bang, lying on the ground like a dead cow, motionless, and his breath was cut off!

Two moves!

In just two moves, Jing San killed Jeff!

Seeing this scene, the scene instantly fell into a deathly silence.

Jing San, on the other hand, sneered and looked around, then turned around, took a few steps, kicked the door open, and walked out of the ring without a lifetime.

Seeing Jing San with an arrogant face, although the audience at the scene was very unhappy, they couldn't help but be shocked by Jing San's terrifying strength! They all gasped and looked at each other, as if asking: ***Why are the Japanese so strong?

Nose Vitex Yes!

Because of M, the Japanese warrior's Chinese walk to Chaoyuan Sokatsu was initiated!

With the title of the Japanese martial god, Chaoyuan Chuangsheng is in the Japanese martial arts world, which is simply equivalent to the existence of a god, and it responds to every call.

He personally waved his flag and shouted to regain the soul of Budu and wash away the shame of the Japanese martial arts circles, and several orders were sent out by all major sects in Japan, including some famous martial arts masters, and more young martial artists like Jing San.

And including Jing San! These young warriors are the elite of the elites of the various sects, and although their strength is not as perverted as Sato Hirohito, the heir of the Wusheng Kendo, they are far from being comparable to ordinary black fist fighters!

Killing!!

Like Jing San, whether it was the Japanese warrior who appeared in second place or Mu Yi, who appeared last, almost all of them tortured and killed their opponents.

Among them, although Liu Dong, the Northeast Black Boxing King, has good strength, he was also knocked down by Mu Yi within ten moves.

"Poof!"

In the stunned and frightened gaze of the three people watching the scene, Mu Yi, who was the leader of the young generation of martial artists this time, grabbed Liu Dong's head and twisted it hard, and blood sprayed him.

In the ring, Mu Yi was covered in blood and his eyes were cold, like a demon from hell.

He carried Liu Dong's bloody head, his eyes swept coldly from the audience, the corners of his mouth outlined a cold arc, and he said word by word: "In my eyes, Chinese martial arts is like a monkey performance, ridiculous!" ”

Crash!

As soon as Mu Yi said this, the scene was in an uproar, and the audience was furious.

"Bang!"

Seeing this, Mu Yi sneered and kicked Liu Dong's head away.

Bang Dang!!

Liu Dong's head smashed directly on the iron railing, and blood and flesh were splashed everywhere, causing the nearby audience to scream.

In the audience, those who wore masks, the anger in their hearts was instantly extinguished, replaced by deep fear.

"I, Mu Yi, as a great disciple of the Japanese Wusheng Kendo, announce that from this moment on, the Japanese martial arts world will officially challenge the Chinese martial arts community!" In the quiet boxing ring, Mu Yi's arrogant voice sounded again: "I hope that the warriors of your country will not be like concubines and dare not come forward to fight!" ”

There was no answer.

In the ring, Mu Yi is indispensable!! ~！