Black market boxing has a high mortality rate and is one of the highest mortality rates in the world. Because of the mortality rate of black market boxing, black market boxing cannot be counted as a competition. All black market boxers are centered on killing their opponents, and every move and style is to make the opponent die.

They have no morals, no norms, and some just use how to kill each other in the shortest possible time.

Martial artists, a group of people who practice martial arts with moral norms. They have their own rules and their own standards of behavior. They usually compete with each other in a competition under the rules, and the pursuit is a stronger physical breakthrough.

Professional soldiers are different from martial artists, and even more different from black market fighters. They don't have too many skills, and even many professional soldiers are originally ordinary people, and they slowly become professional soldiers after entering the army.

On the battlefield, instead of a single corpse in the ring, they were confronted with a torrent of bullets and ubiquitous artillery fire, as well as hundreds of corpses of our enemies. One second he was still alive, and the next second he could be blown to pieces by a grenade, and he would be torn to pieces by a bullet.

They are not faced with the chance of death, they are faced with the threat of death without any chance.

Do black marketeers face Gatling gun fire? Does the warrior know that Magnu's pistol bullet can explode as much shrapnel as possible in the center of the brain when it penetrates the head? Has a black market fighter ever fought a helicopter gunship with his bare hands? Does the warrior understand that the bazooka is actually used to fight tanks?

They haven't faced it, and they don't understand it. Because the threat to them is so small and so small that it is less than a tenth of the battlefield. If you drag them to the battlefield, I'm afraid they won't even know how they died.

The real professional soldiers simply look down on these people, because you can't expect the survivors who crawled out of the mountains of corpses and blood to look down on this group of people who fought for money and saved for excellence.

Every professional soldier who has experienced the flames of war knows the most sophisticated killing techniques, and every professional soldier who charges a heavy machine gun under an order knows that death is only a moment.

Shi Junwang is a professional soldier who has experienced countless battlefields, so he can move forward and be truly indomitable.

Standing in front of him was not a missile, not a machine gun, just an insignificant person. Even if this person is too strong to be stronger, it can't make him feel any fear.

"Bang!"

The right hand that King Shi grabbed at the brutal Marcus suddenly turned into a fist, a steel-like fist, and slammed into the opponent's arm protecting the throat, making a dull sound.

Marcus took a few big steps back when he was hit, and a pained expression appeared on his face.

His well-trained arm was unharmed, but the powerful impact hit his throat with his own arm. It didn't hurt my throat fatally, but it was definitely not a good feeling.

But this is not over at all, King Shi Jun still charges forward. It's like hearing the trumpet on the battlefield, no matter whether there is a minefield in front of you, no matter how many machine gun bunkers are waiting in front of you, and no matter whether there is a dense artillery area in front of you, as long as the trumpet is blown, you have to charge, even if you will die in the next second, you have to charge and charge again.

Because he is a professional soldier, the moment a professional soldier hears the trumpet, he forgets his family, his friends, and even the motherland and the people. Forgetting a qiē, they will throw up their legs and charge without hesitation, watching their comrades fall one after another until they finally fall.

On the contrary, as long as you can't fall, you will always charge under the command of the Charger!

King Shijun, who rushed in front of Marcus, smashed another punch into the opponent's face, in the simplest and most direct way.

Charged by the beasts of war, Marcus had little ability to dodge, and could only wave his arms again to block.

"Bang!"

The fist slammed into the arms of the brutal Marcus again, knocking him backwards and falling to the ground, and the steely arms were directly scattered by Shi Junwang's second punch, and he let out a convulsive tremor after scattering to the sides of his body.

Two punches, just two punches, the king of world martial arts, Marcus, was knocked to the ground by the crippled King Shijun; With just two punches, his steel-like arms trembled and weakened.

This is the strength of King Shi Jun, the strength before he was crippled!

With a "whew", King Shi Junwang jumped on one leg, and his strong body did not come to the air like a normal jump, but like a free-falling shot put, he spun half a circle and smashed it towards the brutal Marcus who was lying on his back.

He jumped not to ascend, but to use the power of his leap to deliver a more severe blow to Brutal Marcus.

"Boom!"

Marcus rolls and dodges, and King Shi slams into the ground, and the attack misses.

But at the moment of failure, the king of Muroshi County stretched out his intact leg and slammed it into Marcus's face.

"Smack!"

Kicked in the face, Marcus' head shook like a rattle. In the trembling, his mouth opened uncontrollably, and a face was almost deformed.

The charging Shi Junwang continued to pounce on Marcus, who was hit hard in the face, pinched the opponent's neck, and threw it at the hard mountain rock.

Brutal Marcus's body flew towards the rock, slamming into the rocks before slamming into the ground.

Shocking blood appeared on the rock, and Marcus, who had smashed to the ground, convulsed, and his open mouth kept vomiting blood.

Shi Junwang's strength is too strong, so strong that he can casually throw a big living person more than ten meters away, and the other party who smashes it instantly loses its combat effectiveness.

The barrage of attacks in the charge was carried out in one go, giving no gap in the sigh at all. When the charge is completed and the attack becomes, the brutal Thomas has been beaten by the king of Shi Jun, and his life and death are unknown.

Lame person? Crippled? Hehe.

"Roar!!

King Shi Jun's eyes widened angrily, his hands clenched into fists, and he raised his head to the sky and roared, like a raging lion.

After so long, he can finally be his old self. Critical hits? The King of Fighting? Get out of the way, get as far as Lao Tzu goes!

"I'm King Shijun!" After the roar, King Shi Junwang opened his fists and roared into the sky: "I am the martyr brother Lian!" The only big brother! Roar!!! ”

roared into the sky, at this moment, it seemed that there was only one person between heaven and earth, King Shi Jun. His feet hit the ground, his head was up to the sky, even if one leg was lame, even if the skull was plastic, it could not prevent him from standing up to the sky.

Zhukov's face was like ashes, Li Xian was very excited, and all the Kham people were about to cheer, but Xiao Yuanchao, who was so drunk that he didn't know who he was, stared at the brutality lying on the ground.

He clearly saw Marcus slowly turn over and get up, wiping the blood from his chin expressionlessly, and looking at King Shi Jun with his eyes.

This is a pair of eyes without any feeling, calm, quiet, bottomless......