Money is a good thing, he can make a person ignore him for a while, and even be willing to fight with flesh and blood against the thick-skinned and thick-skinned oneself.

York was tall, but he was not slow, and he ran towards the lion like a heavy tank.

The lion also seemed to sense the danger coming, let out a low roar, took four paws, and ran towards York.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer, and the distance between a man and a lion is getting closer.

"Bang-"

A moment later, a muffled bang sounded in the cage, and the lion pounced on him as he approached York, and at the same time, his two front paws also showed their sharp claws, trying to pounce on York with his huge body, and then tear his throat with his claws and teeth.

In the end, the ferocious lion also underestimated the "dinner" in front of him. As it pounced on York, York jumped to his feet, and the two huge bodies collided before falling to the ground with a loud muffled thud.

Yan Murong in the stands couldn't help but nodded, which could be regarded as a compliment to York. This guy is tall and strong, and his head is not benzene, and he knows that the speed of the lion cannot be compared, so he can only get close to his back and stick to it to have any hope of winning.

A man and a lion kept rolling on the ground, making the people in the stands let out one exclamation after another.

It was at this moment that York finally found an opportunity, and took advantage of the rolling to roll and ride on the lion's back.

The lion is not an insect, even if there are some amphibian insects, its angle of view is only 360 degrees, not to mention that there is a back of the head in the way, it is basically impossible to see the back. So, it's a blind spot for them. Similarly, the back is also a dead spot for the lion's attack.

Feeling ridden on his back by his own "dinner", the lion was completely furious. It is the overlord of the grassland, the king, the king, how can it be possible to let a non-racial creature ride on its back? This is something it can't stand - of course, even if it's of its own kind, it can't stand the other person riding on its back. In the world of lions, this is undoubtedly a provocation of the naked ~ naked ~ naked.

"Roar—"

I can't bite it, I can't catch it. Finally, the lion began to go berserk. With an angry roar, it began to shake its body wildly, trying to shake York off from its back.

The opportunity was rare, and York naturally did not let it succeed, and clamped the lion's belly with both legs as if riding a horse, grabbed the thick mane around its neck with one hand, and raised it high with the other.

"Bang-"

"Bang bang bang-"

A series of fists rained down on the lion's huge head, striking it in pain, but the pain only aroused its wildness even more.

York is nearly two meters tall, weighs ninety kilograms, and the strength of one punch is one hundred and fifty kilograms, so many punches only make the lion cry out in pain, and it does not really hurt it, but makes it even more determined to kill York.

Under the pain, the lion no longer swayed, but tilted his body, trying to drop York off his back, but York refused to let go, and was pressed to one leg by the lion like this, and his face changed in pain, and he still refused to let go, still holding its mane with one hand, clenching his fist with the other, and smashing into the lion's head with a crackle.

The sound of fists, roars, and the excited shouts of people in the stands weaved into a special music in this basement, and even Yan Murong felt a little enthusiastic.

No wonder they all like to watch these things, Yan Murong thought to himself, it turned out that it was much more refreshing to watch others fight with beasts than to go into battle himself-of course, there were so many people, and only Yan Murong would think so. At least the first choice of other people when facing such a large and ferocious beast is to run as fast as they can, not to roll up their arms and sleeves to fight with it.

York also had red eyes, and his fist crackled and landed on the lion's head, and gradually, he got tired, and the frequency of his fist swings began to slow down, and with each blow, a low roar came out of his throat, which was venting anger and fear.

At first, the lion struggled to get up, but York's strength was not small, and the fist slammed into its head, making its vision gradually blur, and its mouth let out a low wheez, and then it stopped moving.

After a few more punches, York also felt that the lion was already out of breath and out of breath, so he stopped waving his fist, and after lying on the lion and gasping for breath for a while, he endured the piercing pain from the leg that was crushed by the lion, pulled his leg out, and then turned over and stood up, limping to the edge of the cage.

"Wow!"

The audience erupted in screams of excitement, and many women began to shout York's name, and even two stinking shameless ones shouted that they would fight with him in the hotel bed at night.

York's leg was a little deformed, but this guy was also a tough guy, and now it was him who was victorious, dragging the broken leg, and York raised his hands and waved them into fists to the audience, with a smile on his face.

Mo Jiana turned her head to look at Yan Murong, but found that Yan Murong did not have a smile on her face, and her eyes were not on York, but instead staring at the lion, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Isn't it exciting?" Morgana asked.

"It's exciting." Yan Murong turned his head, looked at Mo Jiana and said with a smile.

"Then why don't you scream and applaud?"

"It's not time yet." Yan Murong chuckled and shook his head.

"What do you mean?" Mojana asked with a strange expression. The lion has fallen to the ground and is dying, and this brutal fight is over, why is it not yet time? When?

Without waiting for Yan Murong to answer, a burst of exclamations answered Mo Jiana's question for him.

York was cheering, York was celebrating, but just as he was celebrating his victory, the lion on the ground, which was dying, suddenly stood up, and in the midst of the exclamations of the people, a pounce pounced on York, who was facing away from him.

The speed of the lion was so fast that the audience only had time to exclaim under this pounce, and then the bloody scene plunged them into excitement and madness again.

Unprepared by York, the lion pounced on him and bit off his head in one bite.

A second ago, York was cheering for his victory.

In the next second, his head was ripped out by the lion along with his vertebrae, and blood and brains were scattered all over the ground.

Thus, York, who had thought he had been victorious, became the dinner of the lion who pretended to be dead.

PS: The third watch, there was originally another watch, but I was a little sleepy and couldn't hold on. Starting tomorrow and going until next Friday, there will be five more changes a day, 10,000+ words.