"The Blue Side is the famous Death Butcher Oral in the underground boxing arena, he is a fearsome hunter from the distant Far North Ice Field, where they are said to hunt large predators such as polar bears, so let's wait and see for today's match."

Dry!

The commentator on the stage is talking about a lot of energy, but Shota below doesn't have any good mood.

If he had been in a regular game, he would never have met such a guy, but now he has nothing to do.

Nearly two meters tall, shirtless to reveal his almost ape-like body hair, just by visual inspection that guy should weigh two or three hundred pounds, even before he got close to the light fist, he already smelled a strong body odor.

This damn bastard hasn't showered in a while.

"Ding Dong!"

The small bell of the game rang and Shota rushed directly towards him, and a large part of the reason why he was so active was because he was not sure.

This guy's habit of not taking a bath caused his hair to be knotted and put in front of him, and Shota had no way to use his heart at all, so he had to test the reality with his body first.

"Wow! Look, this time it was the Pharaoh who took the lead in attacking, which was very different from the previous ones. Could it be that the Pharaoh, the Lord of the Underworld, heard something from the unjust spirits of the underworld and suddenly became so alert? ”

No! No, I didn't hear anything.

I really want to complain about his extremely middle two remarks, but now the conditions don't allow it.

In the face of such a disparity in height, he has no way to create an effective attack effect, but he still has to keep attacking to form an attack advantage, otherwise once he falls into the disadvantage, everything will be over.

"We see that although the Pharaoh's attack is very smooth, there are very few places where it causes actual damage to Oral, is there no way to face the ice fields of the extreme north, even the Hades from the Nile!"

Bastard! Can you keep that mouth shut!!

As a player on the stage, Shota certainly has more experience than those spectators, this guy's arm span and leg length occupy too much advantage, and although he has a body like a mountain, he has the agility of a leopard and the alertness of a rabbit.

His offensive looks gorgeous, but Shota knows that the actual attack on him is actually limited.

How should I break this game? At this time, he was already a little anxious in his heart.

"Tadamoto, did you think of anything when you saw the scene in the ring today?"

"What comes to mind?"

Seeing that the situation on the stage was somewhat deadlocked, the commentator tried to slow down the scene.

"I remember the last time I saw such a big difference in size was in Mr. Bruce Lee's "Tower of Death", when he was also ......"

Tower of Death! That's right!!! Hearing this word, Shota suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and a person's image appeared in an instant.

There is one trick that can be said to be an offensive weapon for this kind of person with a large difference in stature, and that is the low whip leg!

The great martial artist Mr. Bruce Lee has already proved the feasibility of this move with facts, so Shota directly came to his fingertips.

"Huh? The Pharaoh players seem to have changed their routines, you see. ”

Because his face was hidden behind his hair, Shota couldn't feel his expression at all, but fortunately, he already had a target, so he wanted to continue to attack Olar's next game, and it didn't take long for him to get results.

"It seems that our Pharaoh's attack effect has taken effect and caused some damage to Oral, but it seems that our Arctic Hunter is not very interested today, he is just doing simple defense and not even fighting back, is it possible that this is ......"

Just as the narrator finished speaking, the guy suddenly carried Shota's whip leg and rushed towards him with a bull rush.

There was no chance to react at all, Shota was directly hit into the corner of the rope by the air, and his back hit the guardrail hard, and at that moment Shota was in a trance.

This...... Is it still human!

This moment was enough to wake him up, although I don't know why that guy didn't have the desire to do it, but if he really fights, it won't be a surprise that Shota will die on the stage.

Almost instantly, the bloody look of his face appeared in his mind.

Just when Shota was in a trance, Oral just took a deep look at him behind the hair, and then walked off the stage on his own.

"Oh my God! What's going on here?

What was the force that made this proud hunter of the far north step off his stage, what did the pharaoh do, is this the pupil of death that can make people lose their will in an instant with just one look!

Is this a mysterious power from ancient Egypt? Oh my God! ”

Standing in the middle of the ring, Shota could barely look directly at these low-to-explosive middle words, and of course he knew why the commentator kept saying these words.

Obviously, anyone alive can see that there is a lot of inside story in this match, but there is no doubt that Shota, who is still standing in the ring, is the biggest beneficiary.

So in order to alleviate this embarrassment, the commentator on the stage desperately said these words of the middle two, but in his passionate statement, he also kept giving Shota a look in the ring.

The game opened with a lively start and ended in a daze, and in the lounge he sat on a stool holding his hand.

This is still his body safe and sound after a competition, although the absence of injury made him feel a lot more relaxed, but the process of this game is inevitably a little ......

"Stinky boy, did you find someone to do this?"

As soon as he entered, the old man stood in front of him menacingly, and Shota saw that his beard seemed to have been burned by something.

"Do I have to do that?"

"This ......"

The old man hesitated.

"Is it really not you?"

"I would have thought, but if I had that money, I wouldn't have come to play."

Hearing him say this, the old man was really relieved.

That's right, too! If you buy a player to fight black boxing, the price is really too great, and even the old man doesn't have that skill, let alone him.

"Forget it, you don't care about this matter, I'll take care of the rest of the matter, you can play with peace of mind."

Straightening this out, he rubbed his chin and turned his head out with a depressed expression.

"Damn bastard, I don't know how to respect the old and love the young, I dare to do this to an old man like this, I ......"

Glancing at him, Shota knew what he meant.

Since it was an open fake boxing in the ring, the boss behind the scenes must have asked Xingshi to ask for the guilt, but this was just like what the old man said, and he didn't plan to stay in this circle for too long anyway.

It's better to appear in front of some people as little as possible, and save some trouble in the future. But looking at his hands, he still couldn't help but think crankily in his head.

"Who the hell is he? And what is the purpose? Could it be that there is some secret behind this fake fist? ”