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"Buy me a hundred bets Murakami and kill him."

"I bet on Murakami, I hope he can maintain his winning streak!"

"Hehe, I like to press the cold, Xiaoxiao came to the edge of Huaguo, hoping to fabricate a miracle."

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The palatial seats, with their glass seats and crystal dimming lamps, are extremely extravagant, just like the ancient Roman fighting, forming a circle and raising their bells, constantly betting on their staff.

Especially on the nearby seats, soft sofas, fruit plates and drinks, bikini beauties surrounding, obeying orders, and even staging a hand-to-hand fight directly, no problem, customers, is God, because those who can sit on it are all the top rich people in Southeast Asia, although they appreciate the game, they pay more attention to enjoyment.

The death arena is the place where the rich play with their lives, and the contestants squander their lives and go here, the underground cemetery, where mercy will be laughed at, cruel, and welcomed.

"Kill him... Kill him.. Kill him......"

After the bet is over, the game is about to begin, and all the rich people are cheering for their bets.

Murakami, staring at the blade in front of him, half-exposed, sharp scars, beast-like pupils, in the death fighting arena, which one is not? There were no less than five who died in his hands, and now it is the sixth, and Murakami flipped the dagger in his palm, and the cold light flashed, and he killed him directly.

"The people of the country?"

Feng, it was Leng Feng, with red eyes, looking up to the sky and roaring, bullying himself.

Bullish energy!

The fists were red, the wind was whistling, and the two of them were like cannonballs, slamming up.

"Die! ~”

Murakami snorted, cold light and two daggers, with a tricky trajectory, intending to kiss the throat.

"It's you who died, Ko Ri !!"

The punch was strong with the wind, Leng Feng leaned back with a thrust, blocked his wrists with both hands, and punched his knees, hitting his jaw directly, and flying it out in one fell swoop.

"How is that possible! Isn't it a five-game winning streak? Seeing his face, he was knocked away by the player who entered the field for the first time, and he was taken aback on the field.

Leng Feng, whether it is his head, or his strength and insight, can be said to be the most prominent one among the reserve members of the Dragon Group, and he entered the Reserve Dragon Group with only one purpose, that is, to become stronger, he wants to personally slash the soul of the country, before that, he can't die.

Looking at Murakami, who flew out, Leng Feng took advantage of the situation to pursue, swept up in an instant, coldly approached Murakami, threw a punch, and fired with all his strength, and smashed his strong fist like a mallet.

Bang! ~

There was a loud bang, fast, too fast, and before the rich man on the field could react, Murakami's brain was shattered, and he couldn't die anymore when he died.

"This?"

Everyone's eyes "swished", and they all turned to the corner of the arena, looking at the figure called "Feng", full of surprise, of course, just an accident, similar lore, not every time.

Violent head with a gun, maybe the rest of the dragon group has experienced it, but a punch to a person's head, the bloody and white sticky paste, made the other reserve members of the dragon group somewhat uncomfortable, fortunately, Leng Feng taught them a bloody lesson in advance.

At the end of one game, Ximen Zun will make a profit of 100,000 US dollars, undoubtedly all on the next one, all fifteen games, all under ten consecutive games, rookie events, Ximen Zun is very confident in them, if they can catch it, because the higher the winning streak, the lower the odds.

To put it simply, if a fighter with a 100-game winning streak enters the arena, their odds can only reach 1.4 or 1.3, not to mention more than 300 consecutive fights, the odds can be considered good if they can have a little bit of one, that is to say, if you press one hundred thousand dollars, one bet will make a profit, only 10,000.

It was Xiao Liu'er who entered the scene closely, and the lancet she carried with her weapon had not been touched for nearly half a month, which made her feel a little nostalgic for her old friend.

In the arena of death, there is no distinction between men and women, female fighters are not common, but it is not uncommon, and even outside of Yum, there is a female fighter, known as, the Bloody Witch.

"In the second game, it is Zhelf from Russia, and Liu from Huaguo, please bet as much as you like!" Since they are all newcomers and have no winning streak, the host simply brought it.

"Beauty, I like to watch beauty competitions, beauty, I will press you 100 bets." Many wealthy people paid attention to Bo Hongyan, and while pressing, they did not forget to shout loudly to Xiao Liuer in the underground space.

"Idiot, it's the same as a beauty pageant, come, give me a hundred bets, Cairf, let this girl understand that the death arena is a man's paradise." There are far more rich people who bet on Cairf than Xiao Liuer, because they like to enjoy it, and if they can bring back a good amount, it will be the first enjoyment in life.

Sou! ~

Quick-paced meteor, obviously, Childf, known for his speed, the steel claws in the palm of his hand, grabbed head.

For! ~

Steel claws, lancets, the first collision, the two of them are separated with one touch.

For! For! ~

Short soldiers, collisions are constant, one after another, in the space that can accommodate the space, the move is deadly, and if there is a slight difference, it will definitely be hated by this.

Childf, at this time, he was a little embarrassed, but he was still full of fighting spirit, his blood was boiling, staring at the woman in front of him, he was very shocked, and he didn't move his real character, afraid that he would really die at her hands.

"Beauty, kill him, kill her."

Looking at Huaguo's Liu so sharp, the fat rich man on the field was in high spirits, and his big belly trembled and trembled, which made people dare not compliment.

"Kill! ~”

Gilf, his eyes sinister, burst out of his speed again, sharp steel claws, suddenly flipped, the sun under the scorching sun, suddenly reflected on his eyes, killing the shock.

"Liu'er, be careful!"

Shen Weibing, Su Yuan, the two of them were taken aback, they didn't expect this guy named Charff to be so despicable.

Laugh at! ~

Three blood arrows flew out, and in a dazzling eye, Xiao Liu'er was hit by his side, and the lancet, in danger, slashed his arm, causing him to dodge and kick it away.

Blood, drop by drop, one step slower, it is estimated that the whole face will be ruined, now Xiao Liu'er, feeling the three hideous claw marks on her face, trembling all over, the strength of the brute bull in her body, it seems that under this note, she has broken through the bottleneck, and the whole body is overflowing, and the color is even more demonic red.

"Bastard, I'm going to kill you!! ~”

Half of her face was ruined, there was no doubt that Xiao Liu'er was angry, the lancet in her palm, demon red, carried out all over her body, and pressed away quickly, like a shadow, and her body speed actually surpassed Charff, and before Cherf could make a defense, the blood-colored lancet was inserted into his heart, and the audience was shocked.

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