The more Ke Wanxia looked, the more he felt a toothache, and he didn't know how to bet, but finally gritted his teeth and bet 10 million on Sun Yi's body, no matter what, as long as Sun Yi can survive a round, he can't lose, and after a round, he can definitely make a lot of money by betting again.

Each boxer has a separate small single room, the single room is temporarily made of high-density boards, everyone does not disturb each other, there are those who sit and meditate and practice qi, and those who warm up with boxing, and do everything.

Sun Yi just sat in the cubicle in a daze, his brows were slightly furrowed, his mind was empty, and the staff who occasionally passed by would glance at this melancholy man, no one knew what he was thinking, but he felt so depressed that it made people feel distressed.

At noon, those big guys sat in the front row, talking in a low voice from time to time, and on the stage, a professional boxing host introduced the fighters in an exaggerated tone, so many big men gathered here, it was definitely the world's top fighting competition.

The boxers walked up to the point platform one by one, a point platform of hundreds of square meters, and it was a little crowded to stand with these more than 20 boxers, not that they couldn't stand, but each boxer had their own unique aura, just like a beast that only divided the territory, others didn't dare to go forward, the kind of mutual hostility that would tear each other apart at any time, made the professional host's voice a little out of tune, I believe that not many people can remain calm in the face of these top martial arts masters.

The first round of betting has ended, and those who brought the boxers have bet on their own fighters, which is to earn a face, and those who did not bring fighters, but squeezed in by their net worth, have bet on their favorite fighters, and the most bets are undoubtedly that Trotsky, who is as huge as a polar bear and has an oppressive atmosphere.

"In the first round, the rules are very simple, that is, there are no rules, there are twenty-three people on the scene, the first round is over, and the last ten fighters standing on the stage will enter the next round, luck is very important, cooperation is very important, of course, the most important thing is personal strength, now, you are all ......"

Before the host's words were finished, the cute and harmless little girl who followed Fei Fei and the others closest to him flew up and kicked him in the ass, kicking the host high and flying, and smashed into the crowd of people in the audience with a plop, and the strength made ingenious, and there was no injury.

"That's wordy!" The cute little girl took out a lollipop and stuffed it into her mouth, her big eyes wandered around, and finally her eyes fell on Sun Yi's body, looked at him with a smile, and then hooked her fingers at him.

Sun Yi was still frowning slightly, looking absent-minded, as if he hadn't seen her provocation.

The host fell into the dust like a signal of the beginning, and suddenly, the momentum on the stage shrank, and those boxers pounced on the nearest opponent, and it was the cute little girl who was extremely curious about him who pounced on Sun Yi.

The little girl kicked over cleanly and kicked at Sun Yi's heart, and Sun Yi seemed to be completely defenseless, and was kicked back more than ten meters away by the center of the kick, and pounced on the edge of the point platform without moving, looking like a ko.

Suddenly, the audience burst into laughter, making Ke Wanxia's old face flush, and the boxer he brought was put down by someone else with one move, these laymen don't care if they don't have anything to do later, they just feel that this boxer is too self-conscious, and he doesn't have the ability to dare to run to this kind of top-level fighting platform, what is it if he is not looking for death.

But the cute little girl sighed, and chased after Sun Yi with a lollipop in her mouth, just kicked over, even a master will be kicked off the sternum, even if you can block it, you will have a cardiac arrest, but that kick just now feels a little wrong.

However, this cute girl did not come to Sun Yi, and just after taking a few steps, the mixed-race gloomy man who followed Wei Shao swept over, and the two immediately became a mess.

From time to time, someone falls off the platform, the lucky one just falls, the unlucky one simply doesn't know how many bones are broken, and even vomits blood and doesn't live anymore, this level of boxing ring is full of strong blood smell and violent atmosphere.

The Dorjee monk has always maintained the appearance of clasping his hands, and the one who pounced on him was a black guy from Southeast Asia, with his hair braided like a poisonous snake flying, and even his fist was extremely weird, like a snake's head, directly to the chest of the Dorjee monk, like a poisonous snake devouring.

When the opponent's snake fist was pointed in front of his chest, Dorjee's hands were divided, and his sleeves instantly rolled up to the opponent's fist, and this Southeast Asian black guy reacted extremely quickly, not retreating, but advancing, bending his arms, and very strangely pushed towards Dorjee's chest.

The great monk Duoji is like an eternal snow-capped mountain on the plateau, standing majestically, rolling the other party's wrist and pressing down, forcing the black guy to bend down.

Following the black guy's feet, his hind feet pointed at the head of the great monk Dorjee like a scorpion tail.

But the strength of him and the great monk of Dorjee is too far apart, his feet have just been raised halfway, Dorjee's arms shook, rolled the other party's wrist and picked up the black guy, and turned around in the air several times before being slapped by the great monk of Dorjee on the waist with a palm, flew out sideways and fell under the general stage, and got up after a bone on the ground, uninjured, just rushed to this control, it can be seen how difficult the great monk of Dorjee is.

The first round was decided almost in a matter of minutes, and soon less than half of the fighters were left in the ring, and the final spot was ten, which seemed to have been decided, but there was still one on the side of the ring, which became eleven.

The closest to Sun Yi is a big black man from Europe, second only to Lao Maozi Trotski in terms of size, and he also belongs to the strength type of player.

This big black man is full of scars, including knife wounds and gunshot wounds, each scar represents a record of his achievements, and at first glance he is a master of a hundred battles.

He glanced at Sun Yi who was lying on the ground, shook his head slightly, didn't take it seriously, walked to his side, raised his foot and kicked Sun Yi's waist, about to kick him off the platform, as long as he was kicked down, there would be exactly ten left.

Ke Wanxia's eyes widened suddenly, as long as Sun Yi survived the first round, he could make a lot of money, the most important thing was that he was beaten down in the second round, at least it was not so embarrassing, and there were more than a dozen of them in front of him.

Sun Yi's elbow somehow was on the instep of the big black man, his body flipped over, he flipped in the air, and stood up on the edge of the platform, still frowning slightly, and his eyes were still a little hollow.

The big black man's right foot touched the ground and trembled slightly, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he muttered something, squeezed his big fist and walked towards Sun Yi, and punched him hard, in front of a power boxer, especially in front of a giant man with thick skin and high defense, strength can decide everything, and there is no need for too fancy moves at all.

Sun Yi's body twisted slightly, this punch was empty, the black man's bull's eyes glared, and then another elbow smashed over, Sun Yi's arms were raised again and again, and he blocked the blow stiffly, and his body only sank slightly.

The black man's knees came up again, Sun Yi's arms sank, and he met it with his elbow, also blocking the blow.

The black man's attack was like a battering ram, and the force move was not fancy, and Sun Yi's on-attack parry was the same, and every time he blocked the attack of the black man, making the opponent not build an inch.

The sound of the two people's fists and feet hitting each other was like a crackling sound like fried beans, especially the body shape of the two people, Sun Yi's height of one meter eight looked like a child under the height of this big black man of nearly two meters five, one of his arms was as thick as his thigh, and everywhere was full of a sense of power, but Sun Yi was like a warrior who challenged the giants, and every move was blocked.

With a muffled bang, Sun Yi's fists hit the lower abdomen of the black man like a cannonball, and the stone slabs under Sun Yi's feet cracked, and the black man's feet slid and retreated seven or eight steps away, looking at Sun Yi with a surprised face, the face covered with scars was also distorted, and he walked towards Sun Yi step by step like a giant beast.

Sun Yi just stood on the edge of the stage with his hands down, his brows were still slightly wrinkled, and his eyes looked at the audience slightly confused, until his eyes fell on Leng Yu and the others, and his eyes wandered on Leng Yuliu Sister Liu Shuangshuang and Bai Yun's bodies, far away, but the aggressive gaze was still quite uncomfortable.

Sister Liu, who has always been very gentle, couldn't help frowning slightly, and even had a slight confusion in her eyes, but Bai Yun was much more direct, and directly stretched out a middle finger.

"This bastard, it seems that he still wants to beat the old lady's idea, I really think that your name Sun Yi can be compared to my heroic Brother Yi!"

Liu Shuangshuang tugged at her vigorously, "Don't talk nonsense, but didn't you notice that he really resembles Brother Yi?" I mean temperament? ”

"Temperament? Don't make a fuss, okay, look at his stupid appearance, how similar is it to our Brother Yi? Even if I'm a layman, I can see that this guy just has a little bit of strength, and he has the same style as your stupid bodyguard! Bai Yun pouted disdainfully.

followed Bai Yun and pointed to the general on the stage and said, "Look, what a stupid guy has become, he is about to be punched!" ”

As he spoke, the big black man had already walked up to Sun Yi, his face was hideously twisted, and his huge fist was raised high, but Sun Yi was still looking at the nearby VIP seat, and his eyes didn't stay on the big black man's body at all