If York just ran like a tank, then the current black boxer is a heavy tanka, with a weight of nearly three hundred pounds, the ground made a dull sound of "dong dong", and as it got closer and closer, Yan Murong could feel the ground trembling.

"Whew-"

The black boxer's arm, which was longer than Yan Murong's thigh, swung up, and his fist smashed into Yan Murong's head with the sound of whirring wind, and his mouth was slightly grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth inversely proportional to his skin, as if he had seen Yan Murong's head splashed red and white by his fist.

Yan Murong didn't move, with a faint smile on his face, watching the huge fist get closer and closer to his head.

"This kid must be scared silly, haha, you see, his head is going to be blown off in the next second."

Seeing that Yan Murong did not move, there were bursts of shouts from the stands, some mocking, some screaming, and some reminding him to fight back - it was obvious that they wanted to see a good fight, not a one-sided torture.

Mo Jiana's expression was even more solemn at this time, her fists were clenched tightly, and a trace of worry flashed in her eyes.

Is she worried about Yan Murong? Maybe, but she knew that Yan Murong would never die. With the Yan family's status in China, if he had an accident in France, and it was at his own invitation, the entire Betancourt family would not be able to afford this responsibility.

Not to mention that the Betancourt family is not good, not even the Capet family.

Unlike the United States, China is not something that any one family can control.

No, I'll have to go to Larson. Morgana thought.

At this moment, Mojana had just stood up from her seat, and the scene in the field stunned Mojana.

Yan Murong moved, the corners of his mouth were still smiling, his fist was raised quickly, and he smashed into the black boxer's fist with an extremely fast punch.

"Oh my God, this kid is absolutely insane, or scared silly."

"Crazy, he must be crazy to dare to go toe-to-toe with Bill."

"Bang-click-"

There was a muffled sound mixed with the sound of bones breaking, but the reality stunned everyone.

In their eyes, the thin man who should have had his arm off was still standing motionless, while the big black Bill's body flew upside down and slammed into the floor, the fist had been released, and the whole palm was weirdly twisted into a ball.

The scene suddenly became silent, and everyone's eyes widened, as if they couldn't believe the scene in front of them.

In their imagination, it should be the small man who flew upside down, not Bill, who looked like a moving hill.

How is this possible? Everyone was surprised to think, there is still someone who can fight Bill's hard punch without moving, oh, it must be this Chinese kung fu.

Yan Murong smiled and looked around, seemingly satisfied with the effect he had caused.

This black fighter is very pitiful, the number of people who die in his fists has exceeded double digits, no one has ever dared to fight him like this, and no one can win against him. As for the pity, it is because he doesn't know that Huaxia has a peerless martial arts, called internal strength.

Yes, when Yan Murong punched out, his internal strength exploded instantly. It is different from pure strength, so no matter how great Bill's strength is, it is also defenseless in the face of invisible internal strength.

"Oh, I almost forgot, I'm a doctor." Yan Murong condescendingly looked at Bill, who fell to the ground with his fists clenched, and said with a smile. "Do you need me to take a look at it for you?"

Although Bill couldn't understand Yan Murong's words, he also knew that the man who had won against him was laughing at himself, and he endured the sharp pain in his hand and struggled to get up from the ground.

"How good it is to lie down." Yan Murong sighed helplessly. "I hate to talk to people with my head up, and after a long time, my cervical spine will get sick."

"Ahh

Bill didn't care what Yan Murong was saying, the pain didn't make him afraid, but aroused his anger even more, he yelled, and as soon as he raised his leg, he swept towards Yan Murong's head.

One of this guy's legs is about as thick as a newborn baby elephant, and if this kick is swept, the end result will be a head bursting like a watermelon.

Yan Murong was willing to let him kick, his body was slightly on one side, one hand stretched out, a Tai Chi push hand removed the strength on his leg, and at the same time, the other hand lightly touched the crook of his leg, and then quickly retreated, standing with his hands and looking at Bill who fell to the ground again.

Bill was sweating coldly on his forehead at this time, and the leg that Yan Murong was in the middle of the point was sore and numb, and he couldn't use any strength at all, and now he finally knew that this guy who looked like he could be slapped flat was not so easy to deal with.

As much as he doesn't want to admit it, he must also admit that he has already lost.

"Sorry, brother." Yan Murong walked up to Bill, looked at him apologetically, and said. "I'm not racist, but you have to die today, do me a favor, I need you to help me stand up."

Bill seemed to understand Yan Murong's words, and knew that this guy didn't intend to let him go, his eyes were full of anger and unwillingness to forget Yan Murong, struggling to stand up again, but the soreness and numbness in his legs made him have to give up struggling.

"Don't look at me like that." Yan Murong shrugged his shoulders. "Actually, even if you die, you won't be wronged, after all, you've killed a lot of people, haven't you?"

As he spoke, Yan Murong's hand reached out to his waist, and then, a silver-white light appeared in his hand.

"I told you I was going to kill you." Yan Murong's smile became brighter and brighter, and he leaned towards Bill step by step, and at the same time, the soft sword in his hand also swung out.

"Ahh

Bill's scream came, and a bloody arrow erupted from his hand, and the middle finger that had been tried on Yan Murong Bi also left his palm with the scream.

"I said, I'll cut it first." Yan Murong smiled, and the soft sword in his hand swung out again.

With each swing of the sword, Bill had an extra wound on his body, and as he screamed, the wounds became more and more. Gradually, the boxing ring was like a bright red stall.

Hmm--another sword sweep, Yan Murong finally stopped, but Bill's body was covered with criss-crossing wounds, the whole person was convulsed, and blood flowed all over the ground, even if he was sent to the hospital now, he couldn't be saved.

"Three thousand knives is too much, I'll spare you today." Yan Murong shook the soft sword in his hand, and the blood beads on the sword dripped onto the floor. Yan Murong put away his soft sword and stood with his hands in his hands, the blood under his feet reflected a breathtaking light under the illumination of the light. At this time, he was like a demon standing in the Shura field - but this demon was still smiling brightly.