The iron fist that was sitting on the corner mat to recover, saw the torture wind walking slowly, and the cruel and violent eyes were still full of arrogance and disdain, but in the depths of the pupils, a trace of caution flashed.

To be able to achieve a record of 253 consecutive wins, the fist of the iron fist is one thing, and the brain is naturally not bad!

The layman Rodneygus can't understand it, and only speaks with his record, but Iron Fist knows very well in his heart that the fighters who can enter the top ten are actually not disparity in their fighting abilities with each other, and if he is not careful, he will also die tragically in the ring.

Here, in the face of the cheers of the audience, Xing Feng didn't care too much.

Steadily came to the front of the stage, walked up the steps, bent down through the rope stretched by the two bodyguards, and stood by the corner mat, so that he could look at the iron fist for a long time.

The two exchanged glances, the smell of gunpowder was full, and the external body information of the iron fist stepped into the eye of the torture wind.

The body is covered with dark muscle bumps, like small hills, and the height is more than 1.9 meters, and the weight is at least 130 kilograms.

At first glance, it looks like a humanoid bulldozer!

If it was the punishment style 2 months ago, in this kind of boxing ring where weapons and hot weapons cannot be used, I really wouldn't dare to be tough and pure strength with him.

After all, the purpose of training special forces is different from that of black market boxers who specialize in physical strength training and are always overwhelmed by death.

In such a small range of hand-to-hand combat in the ring, it is really difficult to say whether the winner or loser.

But now......

Xing Feng grinned, retracted his gaze, and began to warm up.

"Yo-ha!" With an elongated strange scream, the host, dressed in a metal hanging leather coat, appeared on the stage in a high-profile manner, "Ladies and gentlemen, the peak showdown is about to begin, are you looking forward to it?" Excited? 'Kanmao' North Nose, let's go crazy. ”

"Shhh——,h......h

"Kanmao, follow my rhythm, come, this way, this way, who is this-" The host knelt on one knee and dragged his hands into an exaggerated gesture.

"Iron Fist, Iron Fist, Iron Fist......" all the audience shouted in unison.

"yes, yes, yes, this is Iron Fist, our invincible warrior, the iron-blooded killer."

The host stood up, stepped over to Iron Fist in two steps, and continued passionately: "253 knockout wins, 240 kills, this is our king, his iron fist will pierce everything, unstoppable!" ”

After listening to the host's passionate shouts, the atmosphere on the field soared again, and all kinds of whistles, screams, and cheers were mixed together, as if they were about to shake the roof.

"Wow, look, look, black hair, black eyes, yellow skin, this is a mysterious master from the East." The host's microphone turned into the audience, "Bastards, shit, tell me, who is this-"

"Crazy, crazy, crazy......" is a derogatory title for the host, not only no one is angry, but like some kind of catalyst, it instantly ignites the entire audience, shouting in unison and exploding, rushing out of the boxing ring and straight into the dark sky.

The men and women who were loitering outside the arena, taking drugs, and "hand-to-hand combat", heard this ear-filling cry and realized that something big was happening. They stopped what they were doing, paid a high ticket fee at the door, and quickly ran into the ring.

Hundreds of people flocked to Hulala, and the indoor venue, which was originally quite spacious, was suddenly packed.

Seeing that the atmosphere had been brought to the peak, the host's emotions became more and more high-pitched, stretched out his hand and pressed down, and after the chorus chanted slightly, he shouted excitedly: "This is a mysterious Chinese boxer, he is a real madman, he has won 153 games in a row, and he has not even dodged a single action, is this China's iron kung fu, gold and iron cover kung fu?" God, I can't believe it, it's amazing. ”

"But, but...... This miracle has appeared, he belongs to our Chinese boxer, this is an act of madness, he is our immortal god of war, tonight, mad god of war, he-"

The host pointed to the torture wind, lengthened the last note, climbed onto the rope in two steps, and shouted: "Unmatched!" ”

"Unbeatable, unbeatable, unbeatable......"

Hearing the chorus of the audience, Xing Feng raised his hands, waved at the stage, and said with a secret smile: "The identity of this system seems to be very popular here, yes, very interesting." ”

After the host introduced the identities of the two fighters, taking advantage of the emotions of the audience, they had been fully mobilized, and then the profits of the underground black boxing were the majority-

The market is open to the audience!

Since the two are ranked similarly, the odds range is not large, and the odds of winning and losing are "1 to 0.5" for Iron Fist and "1 to 1" for madmen.

It is not difficult to see from this odds that the audience is more interested in Iron Fist!

In fact, the same is true, the size and size of the Iron Fist are larger than the punishment wind, which is more eye-catching, and in terms of ranking, the Iron Fist should also have more advantages.

In addition to the odds of winning or losing, there are many "fancy handicaps", such as life or death, battle time, finishing moves, and so on.

There's even a weird handicap - whether the "madman" will dodge or not!

After the opening procedure of the boxing match was completed, the host stepped down, and under the referee's two hands opened, and then the retraction gesture, Xing Feng and Iron Fist walked to the middle of the court at the same time.

Unlike regular boxing matches with hand guards, black market boxers are bare-handed, with a maximum of a few loops of cloth wrapped around the end of their fingers.

And the torture wind and iron fist are relatively direct, and there is not even a strip of cloth.

"Bang~" The four fists collided, and the referee let go of his hand and waved, "Let's go." ”

As soon as the words fell, he took a few quick steps back, jumped over the rope and jumped off the stage.

The Black Market Ring is a true irregular fight, except for the use of weapons, legs, feet, heads, and even biting, kicking, and eye-piercing can all be used until one side falls.

Without rules, the role of referees is naturally very small!

It's nothing more than ringing the bell to stop the game when the opening and the end appear, or when one side voluntarily admits defeat.

Of course, this throw in the towel is useless a lot of the time!

After the referee left, Xing Feng and Iron Fist each withdrew their fists that had touched each other, without any nonsense, and at the same time quickly took a step back, and instantly made another move.

In the boxing ring of life and death, there is no polite fake trick like that in other places, everything relies on fists to speak!

"Bump~"

The tentative fists collided violently, and then separated.

The iron fist exerted eight points of force, and felt that the fist was like hitting the iron plate, and his expression suddenly froze, and he became more cautious.

And the punishment style, which only showed five points of strength, looked very relaxed.

"It's worthy of the nickname Iron Fist, this fist is harder than Thor, but it's a pity...... It's not the same anymore, hehe! The impact was absorbed by the system, and he felt the fierceness of his strengthened body, and a playful smile welled up in Xingfeng's eyes.

He took a step forward, lifted his right leg, turned it into a big whip, and whipped it violently.