In the spirit of the Kham heritage and the twenty-year battle contract, the battle between Kham and Zhukov will be fought in a fighting style. 【】

Zhukov, the leader of the Zhukov training camp, used to be a member of Kham, but in the end he chose to go out and set up the Zhukov training camp, forming a complete opposite situation with Kham.

Many years have passed, and it is impossible to verify why Zhukov chose to betray. That was half a century ago, and even if it could be verified, it would be meaningless. A man in his seventies, a man who doesn't know how many years he can live, and who doesn't have the kung fu to make a reversal of what happened fifty years ago, whether it is his problem or not, is Khamba's problem after all.

Three days later, Zhukov walked into Kham with the brutal Marcus and several training camp killers.

Not to go, exactly, for Zhukov. He was carried up by four men. Marcus was the only one who actually went into battle, and the other four men carried him up and down the mountain.

In the sheep intestine mountain road, the sniper let him go, and then continued to hold on.

In the Kham Valley, Li Xian and his people were waiting there. Each of them had a solemn expression on their faces, ready to fight to the death.

Zhukov landed on his feet, swept his eyes at Li Xian and the others, and said with a smile: "It's been twenty years, and we came to fight on time." ”

There is a flat open space between the two sides, separated by more than 30 meters from each other. And this clearing is the place where the two sides fight to the death, very simply, without any superfluous cumbersomeness.

"Let's get started." Li Xian stared at Zhukov.

"Of course, you're ready, and I'm ready, ready to fight. But before the battle, I would like to ask, does the agreement made twenty years ago still count, and has there been any unilateral change of opinion? Hehe. Zhukov raised his trembling right hand and stared at Li Xiandao: "Even if there is a change, it doesn't matter, I will still follow the previous agreement." ”

Zhukov's face was full of confidence, he was not afraid of Khamba's return at all. Because Kham is pedantic from beginning to end, never knows how to change, never knows how to change. They only know how to use the so-called bullshit spirit and inheritance, the inheritance from generation to generation, to blind their hearts.

In this world, any so-called inheritance spirit is not advisable. Because the world is changing, people have to change with it. If the changes of man cannot keep up with the changes of the world, it means that this person will eventually be eliminated.

"No change." Li Xian stared at Zhukov and said, "Five games, if we lose three games, then we will quit here and wander for twenty years!" ”

This was the agreement of twenty years ago, if Kham was defeated, they would have to give up this place to Zhukov. Wait until twenty years later, and then fight in martial arts to fight for this ancestral land that belongs to Kham.

"Good, I don't have any problems with it." Zhukov smiled, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to fade from this smile.

Twenty years of wandering? How could he possibly let the people of Kham wander outside for twenty years? As long as the people of Kham go out, they will be greeted by death. Zhukov will not wait for the next twenty years, because he will not wait and will not see.

The problem now is victory, and victory is almost a foregone conclusion.

"Let's get started!" Li Xian's eyes began to show a scorching battle light.

"Let's get started." Zhukov smiled and nodded, waving at Marcus beside him.

It's as simple as that, no pomp, no audience, no cumbersome rhetoric. Because this is a real fight for life, and a fight for life can be carried out in any situation and on any occasion.

It is not easy to have an agreed time and place.

"Mr. Zhukov," Marcus said to Zhukov, "I have to tell you something, I have a dollar in my account!" In other words, you underpaid me a dollar! ”

"Oh, is it? After the fight, I will pay you 10,000 times. Zhukov said.

"It means different, I just want you to pay me one dollar less!" Marcus looked into Zhukov's eyes and said, "Do you know what you can buy for a dollar?" In Africa, you can buy a hundred pieces of candy for a dollar, you can buy a kilogram of wheat bread, and you can buy ......"

"But I don't have any money on me, not a dime!" Zhukov's anger rose.

He had transferred all the money he asked for into his account as Marcus had requested. A dollar short? A dollar short? What is a dollar? A dollar is nothing compared to a $150 million, and a person with $150 million will never bend down to pick up a dollar!

"You're missing me a dollar!" Marcus is persistent.

Zhukov couldn't wait to kill Marcus with one shot, and when he was about to fight, this guy couldn't get along with him for a dollar!

As if sensing Zhukov's anger, and as if he was afraid that the money he had already received would fly away, Marcus shrugged his shoulders and no longer cared about the one dollar he had underpaid.

Seriously, Zhukov never knew he owed Marcus a dollar. All transfers are whole numbers, and that is simply not possible. But Marcus says owes, that's owes!

The Kham people who watched this scene were puzzled, but doubts were doubts, and they now had to face the brutal Marcus, known as the king of martial arts, regardless of the relationship between Marcus and Zhukov.

"I'm Marcus, and many people like to call me brutal, but I don't like the name." Marcus, who walked to the center of the field, nodded at the Kham people in front of him and said, "I respect the true warriors who defend the dignity of warriors to the death, so I will let you die very happily, and I will never give you any chance to endure any pain." That's the only thing I can express, and that's my sincerity. ”

Standing in the arena, Marcus wasn't very straight, and the clothes he wore weren't the best for martial arts. Instead, he wears casual clothes, a bit of a hunched waist, and his body doesn't look terribly strong.

But even so, no one dared to underestimate him. Because everyone knows what kind of terrifying power is contained in Marcus's body, which is completely disproportionate to his body.

Staring at the enemy who once punched his father to death, Li Xian's eyes did not rise with hatred, but calmness and vigilance.

"That's right," Marcus looked at Li Xian and said to him, "Your father is very good, I admire him, because he taught me one thing, so I will play five games in one go." As for the rest of the training camp, forget it, they were only born to kill and don't deserve it. ”

Li Xian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he had a feeling that the brutality didn't seem to be the same as before.

"I'll do the first one." A stocky man walked out and walked in front of the brutality.

The man was dressed in coarse cloth crop clothes, and even his shoes were stained with mud, looking harmless to humans and animals.

But whoever knows about him will bow down to him.

If nothing else, just crazy for his name.