"Buying a suite in Knightson? Little brother, you have to think clearly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoNot to mention the urban area near the Magic Guild, even if it is from the city center of the Magic Guild outside the third ring price, it costs 100 gold coins per square meter. The Magister gave Merlin a detailed account of what he had just said he was joking.

Merlin continued to sip on the melon seeds, and by the way, he threw the skin of the melon seeds into the bottle of jasmine tea that had just been filled.

While watching the second challenger appear, he replied absentmindedly: "Didn't you also say it, the odds are about one hundred to one, I pressed a hundred gold coins, and if I win later, it won't be a problem to buy a 100-square-meter house." ”

It is said that it is a odds of 100 to 100, but it is not. The Magister, who sat next to Rollin, was well versed in the peripheral model of this boxing club. Morgol, who was standing on the stage, would not lose, and he could not afford to lose.

Although Garkison is a city with an undercurrent, everyone who lives here, including the creatures of Azeroth of different races, does not like to take risks. Most of them don't like to touch things that can make a profit without losing money.

The half-elf boy in front of him can press out a hundred gold coins, which means that this pattern is about to be broken today, and it seems that today is not in vain.

Magister nodded, and he smiled and said, "Actually, I really want you to win. Brother. ”

Merlin didn't answer, his trademark pale eyebrows furrowed slightly, giving the Magister a meaningful look.

"The veteran soldier from Orgrimmar has shown his strength for the glory of the Orcs today, and although he has failed, he has been defeated. However, in the boxing club, victory and glory ultimately belong to the strong, and he still belongs to Mogol. Next, it is the last battle of the day, the victory of the third battle, which will determine the position of the champion and the glory of tonight! Now, let's have a third challenger! The host's magnetic voice suddenly became high-pitched, and two beautiful and sexy human girls writhed their bodies to announce the start of the third game.

"Uh, that's how, yes, that's our third challenger today. An ordinary-looking, teenager? The host swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, and he glanced at the registration office, only to find that the troll receptionist was shaking the money bag to continue.

Merlin slowly stepped into the ring, and the strong human uncle opened the iron door of the ring for him.

After getting into the ring, Merlin also asked about the smell of blood in the ring. There are iron nets all around the ring, and in order to show the pure strength of the confrontation, the battle here is almost a life-and-death struggle.

The cheers continued, and the audience had few unusual doubts about the opponents Mogol had encountered. What they care about is whether the Mogol will win three in a row.

Merlin stood in the ring, patrolling the ring through the cracks in the iron mesh. He found out that he didn't even have a single supporter.

Sure enough, as the magister said, only he bought his own periphery.

It seems that the house should not be a problem? Merlin's hesitant face turned, he shrugged his shoulders and unleashed his skills.

The two-headed ogre's fists slammed into each other, like the sound of a hammer falling on a boulder, and vaguely, Merlin seemed to feel a diffuse airflow.

"It's good, but I'm sorry, I'm going to win today."

"He's talking to you, Mo?"

"Kill him, Gore!" The two-headed ogre let out a low roar and charged towards Merlin.

In terms of brute force confrontation, this boxer's power is indeed much stronger than the Tang Hangu he met yesterday.

An offensive that used the shoulder as the first point of attack quickly reached Rollin's body.

Pandaria has a fighting technique called drunken boxing, which is a very special martial art. This kind of move is not about seeing the move, but about a kind of artistic conception that is difficult to understand.

As an apprentice, Merlin was taught by Zhu Talan, so he had a very clear understanding of Mogol's attacks.

The shoulder rush was pulling away, and he was betting that Merlin wouldn't dare to take his own attack. This is also understandable, after all, he is a teenager, and he doesn't have much power in his own right.

Mogol didn't think it would take much time to defeat this elven boy who was not afraid of death, he wanted to kill with one hit, and then please the audience in this way.

After the left shoulder charge, he had three straight punches. It was impossible for the teenager to stop his attack.

The unexpected situation occurred, and Merlin, who had pulled his pace, barely made a dodge movement, he moved back with his front foot and his center of gravity pulled behind him. Using the technique of drunken fist, he attracted the flow of the white tiger's breath inside the body.

This is the power, the power that comes from epiphany and hard work.

I don't care what bullshit offensive you have after that, this punch is enough to make you stop the attack and slowly savor the pain in your shoulder.

"Bang!"

The center of gravity shifted back, and the White Tiger's breath directly pushed Merlin's right fist. It seems that a punch that did not use any force, but it produced a huge thrust.

The fierce attack of the Mogol was instantly repulsed and crashed into the iron net on the edge of the ring.

The sound of metal clashing was like a wake-up call, shocking all the audience. Fight Club, at this moment, became silent.

Merlin's hands and legs slowly moved forward, and his mountain-like body slowly overwhelmed Mogol's body.

That punch had already shocked Mogol, and as a professional boxer, he knew very well that he was no match for the teenager.

"Hit, Mogol,"

"Waste, you're scared, come on!"

"Quick, on! Aren't you the champion, get on it. The silent clubhouse erupted suddenly, and every audience member who had crushed the periphery clenched their fists, waiting for the situation to turn around.

Mogol rested his right hand on his left shoulder, gasping for air, beads of sweat oozing from his brown-yellow forehead.

"What move did you just use, I don't understand."

"Gore, warn you. You'd better throw in the towel quickly. ”

The Two-Headed Ogre Lord regained his pre-attack state, and then alas, his momentum was completely gone.

Merlin took a deep breath and raised his right fist, which Mogol subconsciously resisted.

Taking advantage of this small opportunity, Merlin's left fist had already crossed the Mogol defense line and turned into a palm slapped on the abdomen of Mogol.

The white air flow spread in an instant, and a powerful force pushed Mogol to stumble a few times and fall to the ring.

This is the first time such a scene has happened, and the sudden quiet atmosphere makes the entire fight club look extremely embarrassing.

The fury of the audience, coupled with the contrasting performance of Mogol as the champion, the scene was almost out of control.

Merlin didn't care about that, the corners of his mouth went up, but he didn't have the joy that a winner should have, he just reminded the host: "Hey, I won." (To be continued.) )