Monk Zhu pointed to a sandbag in the room: "Boy, you go and try to punch it." ”

This sandbag is not an ordinary sandbag, it is all specially made, not to mention ordinary people, even those beginner martial artists, it is difficult to impress this sandbag with one punch.

Ma Han glanced at it lightly, slowly walked to the sandbag, and punched out, the sandbag shook suddenly, but it didn't move at all.

"Hahaha...... This is what you call a little martial artist, and the strength is not as good as some entry-level guys......" Monk Zhu laughed, and before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped.

After Ma Han punched out, he turned his head and walked back, and after taking two steps, the sandbag began to spin rapidly as if it had been struck by some force, and the sandbag was of excellent quality and could withstand this force, but the horizontal bar hanging the sandbag clicked suddenly, breaking from it, and the sandbag slammed into the ground.

Monk Zhu was taken aback, but he had presided over the boxing competition here for many years, and he was also well-informed, so he immediately said with a smile: "I smiled, I smiled, I didn't expect that the little brother not only has deep internal strength, but even his martial arts skills are outstanding." ”

The third uncle also took a deep look at Ma Han, raised his head and said with a smile: "Monk Zhu, how is it?"

"The strength is good, especially this guy's appearance is too deceptive, I watched the first few games, and there will be a lot of gains, in this way, today's ten games, I will arrange for you to the last one, so that you can take a closer look at the first few games, so that your kid has a preparation, don't die in the field for the first time, I will have to lose." Monk Zhu took out a document from the table in front of him, threw it to Ma Han, and said casually: "Sign it, but you have to see it clearly, whether you live or die." ”

Ma Han took the document, glanced at it briefly, and glanced at the third uncle, the third uncle nodded gently, Ma Han simply took the pen and signed it.

These are all rules, and Ma Han can't be an exception, so it's better to procrastinate than to sign it neatly.

Monk Zhu was really satisfied, and explained by making an exception: "You can rest assured, our boxing is to make money, not to send you to death, so every time we fight, we are several masters, and after carefully studying your strength, we let you play, so basically every boxing match is evenly matched, so that there is something to watch, if it is obvious that the difference in strength is huge, then it is not to give money to others?"

Monk Zhu glanced at Ma Han, and then said: "Of course, there are exceptions, such as newcomers like you, we can't thoroughly understand your strength, so the first few games are rough estimates, but presumably you have no problem, in the end, you give yourself a code name." ”

Ma Han suddenly remembered what he said casually about the soft water gate, so he opened his mouth and said, "Water God." ”

Monk Zhu smiled: "The tone is not small, hehe." ”

"Are you done?" asked Ma Han.

Monk Zhu nodded: "After a while, the tenth scene will call your nickname, and you can enter directly." This 10,000 yuan is your admission fee, if you lose, there are 10,000 yuan, but you will generally not be allowed to play in the future, if you die, we all said in the contract, only 20,000 yuan in compensation. If you win, look at your opponent and give out rewards. ”

Ma Han asked slowly: "If you lose once, you are not qualified to play again?"

Monk Zhu smiled: "That's not, if it's an old boxer, it's normal to lose a few times, after all, no one can win a hundred battles, but a novice like you, if you lose without winning once, no one will look at you next time, no one will look at you, naturally we won't let you play again." ”

Ma Han nodded, quite satisfied in his heart, as long as he played, no matter whether he won or lost, at least 20,000 yuan had already arrived, if he won, it would be more, and the money from boxing was really fast.

The third uncle got up: "Since it's done, then we'll go out and wait for news." ”

Someone outside was shouting on the loudspeaker: "In the second game, the black wolf vs. the driver, please bet as soon as possible, the time is only twenty minutes." ”

"Black wolf, an entry-level intermediate martial artist, has a record of twenty-three wins and nine defeats, what he is best at is a lethal blow, he is good at winning with speed, it is said that a pair of iron fists are extremely powerful. ”

"The driver, the nickname does not have a trace of majesty, but those who are familiar with it know that the driver's record is not much, only eleven times, but, friends, pay attention, these eleven times are all wins, a pair of iron legs, can easily kick and break the big tree. ”

"So today's game, in the end, the black wolf can win, or the driver can win? The information has been fully introduced, friends who need to bet, hurry up and bet, play more to win more, and win less under less. ”

In the center of the ring, there were two people standing, both wearing soft trousers, one thin and the other tall. There was a crowd all around the ring, and it was just the second game at the moment, except for a few people, most of them had not yet fallen into that state of excitement, but they also slowly began to get excited, and from time to time someone shouted a few words.

In the venue, many waiters held plates in their hands, registering the bets placed by the audience.

Ma Han looked carefully, the black wolf was thin and small, but his hands were one size larger than the average person, and he had obviously practiced boxing techniques such as iron sand palms, and the driver on the opposite side was tall, and the muscles in his legs were extremely obvious.

"Who do you think will win?" asked the third uncle happily.

Fan Biao preemptively said: "I think, the one nicknamed the driver can win." ”

The third uncle smiled: "Because you are tall?"

Fan Biao pouted: "Third uncle, don't laugh at me, I think that the driver has momentum, his expression is very calm, and the main reason is because of the record, since this driver can win consecutive victories between the same ranks, there must be his tricks." ”

The third uncle nodded and asked Ma Han, "What do you think?"

Ma Leng thought for a moment, and said slowly: "The probability of the black wolf winning accounts for eighty percent. ”

The third uncle raised his eyebrows: "Why?"

"It's also because of the record, do you see the reaction of everyone in the stadium?" Ma Han hesitated for a moment, and only said one of the reasons: "At this moment, most of the audience in the stadium are buying the driver to win, I just think that if the driver really wins, wouldn't Monk Zhu lose a lot?"

There is another reason, Ma Han didn't say it, Ma Han relied on the peculiarity of his exercises, and he could slightly feel that the strength of the black wolf in the field should be slightly stronger, but this feeling has no basis, and it is not very obvious to say it, so Ma Han didn't say it.

In the end, whether this feeling is accurate or not, Ma Han doesn't know yet, just like this third uncle, Ma Han can't feel his true strength.

The third uncle smiled: "I also think that the black wolf can win, but what you said is not all right, the boxing tournament here has been held for more than ten years, and it is opened by a person with a background, but he doesn't care about winning or losing a game, let alone a game, even if it is accompanied by the dealer in ten games today, people can afford to lose." ”

"Where did these spectators come from?" Ma Han couldn't help but ask.

"There are everywhere, some are rich and rich, some are looking for excitement, some are bringing disciples to the trial, and there are all kinds of characters. The third uncle smiled.

At this point, the boxing match begins!

The black wolf and the driver confronted each other for a while, and the black wolf took the initiative to attack, pressing up flexibly while looking for the driver's flaws.

The black wolf's eyes lit up!