The northern seas, the island of Sellers, are part of the northern group of fighting peoples. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The island is somewhere between the cold and the heat of the north, and in the winter, the cold north blows in and freezes it almost as much as Siberia.

Wang Jiashu, who poisoned Wei Yang behind the scenes, died, and died under the calculation of his own brother, but this is also a small episode of this gambling, and a small game like this will still be carried out secretly before the game ends, of course, the current game is nearing the end, and it is also the gamblers' last fight.

The one who loses the red eye, in order to win what he loses, is desperate.

With one day to go before the competition, Wei Yang was very distressed, in the island prison, he had the same treatment as the polar bear, that is, a separate room, very luxurious, but almost every hour, someone would take the liberty to visit.

Among them, most of them are the kind of people who have lost very badly, they knocked on Wei Yang's door, some threatened each other, some knelt on the ground and begged, and some even pushed their only inheritance, female companion or wife into Wei Yang's arms, their purpose is basically the same, that is, to ask Wei Yang to lose this game.

Because the organizers are already very optimistic about Wei Yang, the odds of the polar bear Varotov are very low, even if they buy Wei Yang to win, they will not be able to get back their old capital, or even make a lot of money.

It's a pity that Wei Yang shook his head and turned them all away, freedom is what he wants at the moment, as for those threatening gamblers, they were all given a fist, and the bridge of their noses was flattened, and they could only go back for plastic surgery.

After sending away a wave of gamblers, Wei Yang finally got angry, since the guards didn't care, then he came by himself, so he reached out and ripped off a piece of the roof of the corridor aisle, and forced it into the floor in front of the door, and the steel roof just blocked the door.

Wei Yang exhaled, slammed the door, closed his clothes and lay down, and then slept peacefully, before going to sleep, he checked his attribute bar again, except for the furious boxing after entering the second order, there was no change, but this was also expected, nothing was a pity.

What he is more concerned about is how will the furious boxing evolve?

The night passed so slowly, a new dawn was coming, the sea breeze drifted into Wei Yang's sense of smell with the smell of freedom, at that moment, he had never looked forward to the outside world so much.

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Prison Ring

The strong Polar Bear-like Varotov bare his upper body, raising his thick and well-developed arms in the ring, roared loudly and excitedly at the prisoners in the surrounding prisons, like the gladiatorial kings of the Colosseum in ancient Rome, and these Caucasian prisoners from the country were even more enthusiastic and excited to slap the iron railings, or raise their hands and shout over and over again, enveloping the entire prison in a mountain of roars.

"Varotov!"

"Varotov!"

A roar, like a wave, hit Wei Yang, who had just walked into the edge of the prison ring, making him frown very uncomfortably, expressionless, and after a cold look, one eye stared at the body of Varotov's northern bear in the corner of the ring with a playful look.

As if noticing the unfriendly gaze, Varotov looked at Wei Yang, hooked the corners of his mouth with contempt, smiled, stretched out his thick palm and patted his hard and broad chest muscles, as if to say: Come, hit here hard, yellow-skinned monkey.

Several prison wardens on the high platform looked at this vicious player who came to the cold winter prison in the north with satisfaction, and they brought them rich benefits all the way, but when they saw Wei Yang who was full of energy, they all floated a trace of worry, after all, this strong and hardly human-like oriental man frightened them more than the savage and vicious bear man.

A prison warden looked at the Oriental people on the field with good intentions, summoned an attendant, and whispered a few words.

Just as they were making some preparations, Varotov shook his strong muscles and looked at the Oriental who had just entered the ring and sat in the rest area with disdain, and raised his middle finger full of provocation.

A white-haired old man on the second floor of the cell looked at the Oriental man, his eyes flashed with horror inexplicably, as if in his eyes, he saw not a person, but a terrifying existence, and in astonishment, he grasped the guardrail with both hands, and kept praying for the white man, as if he was not optimistic that Varotov could win this game.

In the shadow opposite the ring, the burly and sturdy oriental youth who was sitting, his high bulging and tangled muscles were a metaphor for the terrifying power, looking at Varotov who walked provocatively to the center of the ring, the young man also slowly stood up, and the tall man of 1.85 meters steadily pressed Valotov's head.

Every muscle in his body was filled with tyrannical factors, his right eye was kept closed, and at this time, after receiving the notice that the game could start, the referee came to the middle of the two, made some explanations, and then stepped back to the edge, listening to a crisp jingle bell from the audience.

The race is on.

Smelling the sound, Varotov raised his fist unceremoniously, his huge body was like a crazy polar bear, rushing towards Wei Yang, and smashed the huge fist fiercely, and when the fist was about to fall on Wei Yang's head, his other eye suddenly opened, and a blood-red eye suddenly appeared in the socket, and the whole person was like a silent active volcano.

With one hand, he blocked the fist with one move.

The two bare arms intersected, and the impact between the flesh and skin immediately made a tooth-aching sound of bones rubbing in the air, which made the people present, and even the gamblers behind the camera, feel goosebumps.

Varotov's body coordination was not as clumsy as it looked on the outside, but after the blow was blocked, he immediately made a short body, blocked his waist and hugged Wei Yang's waist, his thighs full of muscles, the meridians agitated, and he struggled to squeeze the opponent in his chest and raised it high, wanting to use this blow to kill.

Wei Yang, who was held up by the waist, did not make too much struggle, the red one-eye only closed coldly, and the free hand was raised high, clenched into a fist, and slammed into Varotov's temple.