Before the commentator's voice fell, Moros stepped forward, waved his hand and punched straight punch, and hit Zhou Ding's head, Zhou Ding's cross arm blocked, and he was immediately shocked back a step, he smiled, and said in his heart: It's not as big as Bai Chang, so powerful!

Morros's backhand punches, knees, elbows and other ruthless moves followed, and Zhou Ding blocked one by one, and every time he blocked, he would take a step back, and gradually, he was about to retreat to the edge of the ring.

In the audience, the young man who had just taken the lead in shouting the slogan said depressedly: "This week, Ding's momentum is quite big, and the kung fu doesn't seem to be very good, but he was beaten back step by step by foreign devils!"

A man of the same age as him next to him: "Alas! Bai was happy, and said that he was a close disciple of Master Guo Yunshen, and eighty percent was not an opponent of foreigners......"

"Shut up!" Behind the two, an elegant man about thirty years old shouted: "You look carefully, Zhou Ding has been a little panicked from beginning to end, and has there ever been a trace of chaos in his fists and feet?" ”

Several people looked into the field, and sure enough, although Zhou Ding had been retreating, he had a confident and calm expression on his face.

"It's still Brother Fang's right!"

Brother Fang, an elegant man around thirty years old, said: "As far as I know, Zhou Ding's kung fu is definitely not weak, and this foreign devil will not be Zhou Ding's opponent!" ”

At this time, Zhou Ding had retreated to the edge of the gladiatorial arena, Moros was very excited, ready to beat Zhou Ding to the stage, these Tibetan mastiffs under the stage are fed with live sheep and live pigs every day, if someone falls, they will come forward and tear it up!

Moros seemed to have seen that the thousand taels of silver promised by Balshak had arrived.

Suddenly, Moros was determined to win the right hand punch into the air, and the shadow of Zhou Ding, who was lost in front of him, was hit the right side of his body, and his body involuntarily fell to the left.

Zhou Ding actually flashed to his right side, and hit Moros with an eight-pole close-lean, this hit, Zhou Ding used dark energy, and the dark energy entered from Moros's right ribs, not only breaking Moros's ribs, but also hurting his lungs, and Morros's body suddenly lost control.

Zhou Ding stepped forward in a different step, staggered behind Moros, turned around and threw a fist that hit Moros in the back.

It's too late, that's fast, Zhou Ding's series of actions are just in the blink of an eye, at this moment, Moros's body has not yet recovered its control, and he was directly collapsed from the ring by this punch and fell into the deep pit on the sidelines.

The people watching the field thought that Moros was too unlucky, and he fell into the pit, and they all said: Zhou Ding's luck is really good!

The narrator of the Colosseum shouted: "Moros actually lost his footing in the Colosseum, his luck is too bad, Moros, hurry up and climb up......"

Speaking of this, the narrator's voice stopped abruptly, because, after Moros fell into the pit, the dark wounds in his body erupted, and a mouthful of blood erupted directly, and the several Tibetan mastiffs in the pit smelled the smell of blood on Moros's body, and rushed to Moros like crazy.

In normal times, these Tibetan mastiffs would not pose a threat to Moros at all, and Moros could have repelled them, but now, Moros had broken ribs and suffered injuries to his lungs, and he couldn't stand up, so he could only shout for help: "Help...... "Hiss hasn't shouted for help yet, and his throat has been bitten by a Tibetan mastiff."

There was a commotion in the audience, and the foreigners on the second floor exclaimed:

"Ah~!"

"Oh my God!"

"Damn Moros, I lost a lot of money!"

"I bought Moros, damn shit, too!"

……

On the first floor, there was a cheer: "Mr. Zhou, good fight!" ”

"It's a good ...... for foreign devils to die"

"Deserved ......"

"Long live Mr. Zhou!"

……

In the manager's room on the second floor of the gladiatorial arena, Balshak said coldly: "Go, let the host announce the victory or defeat, and at the same time announce that the second gladiatorial fight will be held tomorrow!" ”

There was a deathly silence in the room.

After a long time, the voice of the commentator outside came: "I announce that the winner of today's gladiatorial fight is, Xingyi Quan martial artist - Zhou Ding." Tomorrow, Zhou Ding will compete for life and death with Antonio, the 'King of Murder'......"

Bauershak loosened his tie and said to a few of his subordinates: "Don't worry, there is a saying in China; Victory and defeat are a common thing in soldiers.

Today is Zhou Ding's luck, sue Sù Antonio, tomorrow's gladiatorial fight, let him use all his means, be sure to kill Zhou Ding. If he can do it, the prize money will rise from 3,000 taels to 10,000 taels! ”

Several of Balshak's subordinates agreed one after another, and one of his subordinates flattered: "Moros is not unjustly dead, today's gamblers, nine out of ten buy Moros wins!" His defeat won us more than a million taels of gambling money. ”

Hearing this, Balshak smiled proudly: After seeing Zhou Ding today, he realized that the other party must have something to rely on when he came to challenge with such fanfare, and Moros, who had already exposed his combat strength, would not be his opponent.

Moros has won more than 20 games in a row in Lushun, and many gamblers are full of confidence in him, if the odds of expulsion are high enough, those gamblers will buy like crazy.

In view of this, Balsak notified the handicap office; The betting ratio is one to one, and you can receive as much as you want, and you will not be adjusted!

Take a step back; Even if Moros wins, Balshak will only lose some money, and in this way, it will be equivalent to smoothly solving the 'Zhou Ding Challenge Incident' that has attracted the attention of the whole country, and the military must be very happy."

Well, this money can be paid by the military.

If Moros is unfortunately defeated, Balshak can reap a lot of money, and with money, what kind of master can't be invited......

Another subordinate echoed: "The boss is really forward-looking......"

When Balshak was happy, the person in charge of the handicap department broke into the office and said in a panic: "Boss, it's not good, our reserve funds are not enough to pay!" ”

"What did you say?" Balshak was furious: "We should have made a lot of money, how can we not pay enough?" ”

The person in charge of the handicap weakly argued: "Before the two sides went to war, a German came to the handicap and bet on Zhou Ding to win. ”

"Just one person, how much can he buy?"

"The Germans bought ......" The person in charge of the handicap secretly glanced at Balshak's expression and spit out a number: "Three million taels!" ”

Syllable!

The water cup in Bauershak's hand slammed into the body of the person in charge of the handicap, his fingers trembled angrily, and he couldn't say a word.

It's his own order to the handicap, how much to collect, not to make adjustments, at this moment, who is to blame?

can only blame himself for forgetting jì, Zhou Ding is not only a warrior, but also a rich man, as mentioned in the newspapers; Zhou Ding's personal assets are tens of thousands of taels!

Three million taels of silver, for a rich man worth ten thousand taels, is just a little pocket money!

What's more, Zhou Ding is engaged in a life-and-death duel, if he wins, he can make a fortune, if he loses, he will die here, in that case, what is the use of keeping more money?

Balshak's cold sweat trickled down, and at this moment, he even had the idea of thanking Zhou Ding:

Zhou Ding did not take the opportunity to kill them all, otherwise, he only needs to bet more, five million taels, he will go bankrupt, if he bets or 10 million taels, he can't afford to lose if he sells it, if he bets tens of millions of taels, or even 10,000 taels......