Standing still, the sand at his feet, mixed with Ariza. Cervantes's blood, dark red like a rose, his feet pushed away the sand, stepped on it tightly, Zhang Ben glanced at it, and at this time, from a separate single room, a black strong man walked out, huge, full of flesh, and the scars on his body were tangled, obviously experienced in a hundred battles.

This is the "refrigerator" Macro. Wilkins, an American strong man from Hawaii, spent three years in prison for him, allowing him to learn more torture methods, and the black fist life in the slums of big cities in the United States gave him plenty of fighting experience.

He is also the champion of the last heavyweight indiscriminate kickboxing tournament, and his brutal fighting style allows him to continue his domineering spirit on the rugby field.

He had rotten teeth and a lot of strange tattoos, and he had a lot of words tattooed on his chest, which looked like the Bible, but on the back was a coffin with a chain wound and pierced with a sharp cone.

This means that the coffin contains a vampire.

Macro's height is 1.9394 meters, and the strength of his upper limbs is very developed, Zhang Ben looked at it for a while, and he could see that this was a person who was extremely conceited of his brute strength.

The two stopped when they were five meters apart, and at this distance, as long as they rushed up and punched each other, they could not even react.

However, Macroo opened his mouth and exposed a mouthful of rotten teeth and said fiercely: "Hey, Chinese boy, I will send you to God." ”

"Like I did to that?" Zhang Ben looked at him coldly and said.

"You'll regret it, Yellow-skinned Pig, I'll kill you like a chick!" Macroo stretched out his thumb and pulled it on his neck, his face was hideous and terrifying, but in Zhang Ben's eyes, it was like this.

"That just now is just a number to me."

Zhang Ben's cold expression made Macroo furious, and he swore that he would kill the damned Chinese guy in one fell swoop.

Federo was about to return to the room, but when he saw Zhang Ben return again, he immediately stood in front of the railing again, and then laughed: "Aha, Luck is going to get his brain in the water again because of that damn nigga." Haha, this stupid little African warlord, to hell with him! ”

"How much did he drop?" Federo asked suddenly.

A waiter held up a notebook and said, "Thirty-five million dollars." ”

"This is a stupid pig that deserves to be slaughtered." Federo smiled, patted Huang Shilang's shoulder and said, "Huang, I'll pay for this money, if you lose, it's mine, if you win, it's yours!" ”

Federo said and nodded at the waiter, and the number on the big screen instantly became seventy million, which was obviously more powerful than just now, and the cheers were bursting, and the tourists below were whistling and howling.

Some American tourists, perhaps seeing such a bloody scene for the first time, are fascinated and waving their clothes there.

Some of the call girls and playmates on the cruise ship were moaning the male companions, squirting drugs with each other, and thin women's cigarettes were between their dark nail polished fingers, and the whole air was filled with the smell of women's cigarettes.

And the men were pulling their necks and yelling: "Tiger! Tiger! Tiger! ”

"Kill the fridge! Long live Chinese Tiger-"

"Kill him! Kill that ugly—"

Macron was really angry when he heard such a roar, and raised a middle finger in the direction of the roar, Zhang Ben sneered: "So you're angry?" You see, even they know that you are so sorry for God's six days of merit, so you have to go back to the furnace and recast it. ”

"Shut up, you damn yellow pig!"

"Don't worry, you'll only have that little time. I'm just leaving you a little memory before you die, after all, it's not easy to live once in a person's life. ”

Zhang Ben's English is quite fluent, at least it's no problem for this guy to understand Macro.

This time, the data is much faster than just now, Zhang Ben's previous strong performance is simply impeccable, in the words of those perfectionists, this is the real flawless!

Strength, speed, blood, bravery, everything is so perfect that it complements each other.

The numbers on the big screens on all four sides doubled, quickly surpassing 150 million.

Obviously, at this time, there have been other rich people who have made a move, but judging from the feedback data, it seems that not everyone has suppressed Zhang Ben, the Chinese tiger from the East.

"I heard it, I heard it, I heard it...... Is it?! His name is—"

"Tiger—"

The narrator's limit of how many words he could pop up in a second seemed to be used, and the chorus of "Tiger" seemed to make Daphne tremble, which made people have to admire that this kind of crazy and bloody exercise can indeed seduce anyone's hormones.

The hormone of conquest in the air is secreting, and the men who want to vent their ** power slowly closed the electric curtain and turned on the projector in the room, which can still see the battle scene.

And in the room, not everyone had the courage to take off their pants like Huang Saburo and press the woman next to him on the sofa and him hard.

"The swift power, the terrifying assault, and the daunting magical kicking technique, this is the perfect means of attack, powerful, more rapid, more extreme, this is the tough, like a tiger, Chinese Tiger-"

"The blood of the gladiators is boiling, and this time, we will see Macro. Wilkins! This 'refrigerator' that once roamed on the rugby field will show us what primitiveness is, what power is, and what ultimate violence is—"

"Now the number has exceeded 160 million, and today is destined to make the Daphne go down in history!"

"Cheers, gladiators' fateful battle, who will survive, is it a Chinese tiger, or an American refrigerator, the bell rings in thirty seconds, it will kick off!"

Huang Shilang's face was also flushed, and he was a little excited.

To be honest, he has no pressure to spend 10 million, but he really needs to think twice about throwing 10 million US dollars, which is nearly 100 million ...... Extravagantly? The previous way to play, that was a fart!

At least, that's what the Fourth Young Master thought.

"Hey, hey, hey...... I don't believe that this damn Chinese kid can still hold on to the second game, and the fierce action just now will definitely consume a lot of physical strength! ”

This little warlord of Liberia, Rakin, is still a bit of a brain, he thinks well, at least in the eyes of many people, the five-stage kick just now, that is, the five kicks of the Tyrant Tiger, the strength and physical consumption required to exert it will be very large!

Therefore, after thinking twice, a few rich people are still in the "refrigerator" Macro. Wilkins made a big bet, but some people felt that today should be an unusual day.

Mitsui Yu lived in Zhang Ben for 20 million US dollars, although in terms of floating odds, this rate of return is far less pleasant than the one-on-one between Huang Shilang and Luckin, but it is also very high.

"Urashima-kun, although your advice is good, I trust my instincts more."

Mitsui Yuzumi was wearing a kimono with clogs on his feet, and he was originally sitting cross-legged, but when he stood up, he found that this person was short, probably about 1.62 meters, and compared to the tall man in black next to him, he looked like a shriveled old man.

"The lord's intuition has always been accurate, could it be that this Chinese kid will be any different?" Urashima asked Mitsui Yuzumi suspiciously.

Mitsui Tomozumi is forty-eight years old, and in the huge group of Mitsui chaebols, there are thousands of Mitsui members like sand, and he is just a slightly more prominent figure. He didn't mind spending a lot of money on the Daphne, but he was more than willing to communicate with people who represented a place or even a country.

"Urashima-kun, I'll show you this." Tomomi Mitsui handed a black-and-white photo to Urashima.

Urashima looked at it, and it was a sturdy dirt road with a shell gun pinned to his waist, a Chinese machete on his back, and leggings wrapped around his feet.

The point is not here, the point of the photo is that this Tubalu looked proud, stepping on the back of a young man of the army, this officer wanted to struggle but couldn't struggle at all, the whole person was trampled under his feet, and this Tubalu had his hands on his waist, looking at this side, and smiling proudly.

This Tubalu, surnamed Zhang Ming Sanxian, North China Three Flying Tigers, 5,000 oceans did not let the soldiers get heads, and in the end, 30,000 oceans were not used. And that Shaosa, named Sanosuke Mitsui, is the second brother of Mitsui Tomozumi's father.

"Huh? This person...... And this Chinese kid, like! ”

Mitsui Yuzumi smiled: "How is it?" It is impossible to determine a person's identity based on their appearance, but it may also be a sign from the gods to us. My uncle died at the hands of this [***] man, in a very disgraceful way, but I have to admit that this is a very strong [***] man. ”

"Then this picture ......" Urashima was a little puzzled.

"It was this Chinese [***] man who forced my uncle's comrades-in-arms to take it for him at gunpoint, and then he sent this photo to the North China Command of the Imperial Army at that time."

Mitsui Yuzhu said lightly, but he said Zhang Sanye's style back then, of course, because the impact of this incident was too bad, Zhang Sanye was almost shot on Taihang Mountain...... But then again, Federo. Young Master Onassis was molested by Zhang Yaozu in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, and Mitsui Yuzhu's uncle was played to death by Zhang Sanxian, an old thing, which is not unacceptable.

It's just that if you really want to be more serious, Zhang Ben falls in their eyes, and they are all the descendants of the enemy...... "That...... Why did the lord bet heavily on this Chinese boy? ”

Urashima was puzzled.

"Ah, is Urashima-kun also confused?" Mitsui Yuzumi looked at Urashima with a smile, and then leaned on the railing, and several women in kimono behind him sat honestly on their knees, with their heads bowed, without saying a word, only a waiter was there slowly washing the teacup and teapot.

"Just because he looks like the enemy who defeated us, and being able to defeat our enemy and prove that he is strong, such a person should be in awe while resentful, right?"

As he spoke, he patted Urashima's arm again and motioned for him to sit down, Urashima nodded with his hands together, and then knelt on the side with his body straight, while Sumitomo Mitsui sat cross-legged, and then said: "The pursuit of kendo is nothing more than to win." When we get stronger and stronger, it is more worth learning to be able to defeat our strong opponents, Urashima-kun, are you right? ”

"The teachings of the Lord, take them to heart."

At this time, there was passion inside and outside the venue, and the numbers on the big screen had been frozen, and obviously, it had entered the closing time of the countdown.

Thirty seconds later, the battle will begin.

At this time, a stopwatch with a countdown appeared on the screen, and the narrator shouted passionately: "This kind of scene will be unforgettable, this kind of invincible thrill of blood upsurge, this ultimate pursuit of the strongest gladiator in ancient Rome, this raging fire of glory in my heart, I already feel that I am about to explode——"

"Now into the countdown, there are ten seconds left, what kind of visual impact this battle will bring us, we don't know yet, but - ladies and gentlemen, any gladiator here is one of the toughest men on this blue planet, and today's winner is the king, cheer for them-"

"The blood is in our hearts—"

Just like the electric guitar solo at the beginning of the rock concert, the whole scene uses fireworks to set off the atmosphere, and there is a group of almost unclothed girls dancing there, they are stimulating the ** of these gold customers, they will leave passion here, but, before that, please blow up your account!

Crunch, Zhang Ben clenched his fists, his expression became calmer and calmer, and the rate of his breathing was adjusted to a very gentle rhythm, restrained, as if he was pulling a longbow, the more he pulled, the fuller, the stronger the power of the burst.

"Old Sun, why does Zhang Ben look lacking in momentum?"

Huang Shilang asked puzzled.

The middle-aged man said softly: "Young master, look at it, as long as you make a move, it will definitely be a thunderous momentum." At this moment, Zhang Ben, he is not only accumulating strength, but also accumulating momentum. The so-called ready to go refers to the current state, the more restrained and unrelenting, the more powerful and terrifying it is. I'm afraid this big black man may not last long. ”

Huang Shilang was taken aback: "Is this Zhang Ben a human or a ghost, why does he always feel that he is omnipotent?" ”

"To tell you the truth, young master, in fact, I am also very distressed, I really can't imagine what kind of cultivation this is, to be able to have such a skillful skill. The ancients often said that the bow horse is skillful, this Zhang Ben, if even the archery skills are superb, then I am really convinced, I have to take it. ”

Lao Sun smiled bitterly, he was well-informed and resourceful, but at this time, he was at a loss, he had no clue at all, and when he encountered this kind of guy who was like a monster, he could only say that Zhang Ben was born at the wrong time, if he was born in troubled times, how could he not be a fierce general?

Lu Bu, Zhang Guan Zhao, Wu Mu, Yang Zaixing, Shi Ye.

"But it's so exciting! Fuck, that bitch raised nigga just now is still fucking with Lao Tzu [***], just now I saw his angry bird appearance, Lao Tzu is so fucking cool! Hey, if it's in Zhonghai, Lao Tzu shoots him to death. ”

Huang Shilang snorted and slapped on the railing violently, only Federo in the room could understand a little Chinese, but unfortunately, Huang Shilang spoke the Zhonghai dialect, if Federo could understand, it would really be a hell of a life.

When—a bell rang, everyone cheered, but the same people held their breath, their hearts were about to reach their throats.

Zhang Ben still remained unchanged, but as the bell rang, his feet quickly separated for a distance, probably shoulder-to-shoulder.

And at the same time, the "refrigerator" Macro. Like a grumpy rhinoceros, Wilkins rushed towards Zhang Ben, and he wanted to kill him.

"Ahh

Roaring, Macro's muscles suddenly trembled, and his veins could be seen writhing like earthworms crawling, the whole picture was extremely fierce, and when he sprinted, the ground shook, and the sand and dust were raised, as if it was a battlefield in front of Troy City.

At that moment, Zhang Ben still didn't move.

Everyone's eyes widened, thinking that this Chinese kid was scared stupid, and he was about to be knocked to death under the shoulder of Macro, who looked like a rhinoceros.

However, suddenly Zhang Ben roared, his hands suddenly grabbed out, the whole person was short, his arms exerted force, and pressed down, almost at the moment when Macron was about to collide, the whole person was like a boulder, pressed down, Macro's collision force was indeed strong.

But he didn't hit the part of the real surname.

Because of pressing Macro, the whole person was like being hit by a bulldozer, Zhang Ben exerted his feet and supported him on the ground, and then the whole person was quickly pushed backwards, looking extremely fragile.

The heels of both feet made two grooves in the ground, but Zhang Ben laughed fiercely, suddenly lifted his foot suddenly, and then stepped down hard!

Boom!

The whole person is frozen!

Macro's castration at this time has reached the end, and it is impossible to advance an inch, as if he has hit the World Trade Tower, and there is no way to move forward.

"Whew-"

A tiger roared.

Go to hell!

Zhang Ben roared wildly in his heart, suddenly raised his left paw, and grabbed towards his temple fiercely, with a click, Macron only felt that it was dark in front of him, and he was suddenly dizzy, and his eyes were full of stars.

Then Zhang Ben raised his right claw, and grabbed his left temple fiercely, Macro only felt that his stomach began to cramp, and he was nauseous, his feet suddenly became weak, and the whole person began to shake, and everyone only saw that Zhang Ben suddenly slapped his hands fiercely twice.

But it wasn't until the big screen played back slowly that they could see clearly that the Chinese boy's fingers had been embedded in a ring of skulls around his temples.

And as Macro's entire body began to crumble, Zhang Ben's last blow also shot, going straight to Macro's occipital bone acupoint, and with a click, the entire back of Macro's head was slapped into a piece, completely deformed!

If you can survive in this way, it is really Shangyanjing who will not let you die.

But how can this killer move created by Zhang Degong keep you alive?

From the beginning of Macro's savage collision, to Zhang Ben's hard resistance and then to the three grabs of lightning and fire, the time still did not exceed ten seconds.

In ten seconds, the tiger's three grasps made Lac lose 35 million, that is to say, Zhang Ben's grasp is worth at least 10 million, which is really an incomparably expensive three grasps!

(To be continued)