"It's been a long time," Aaron scratched his banana head, his long, distinctive hairstyle giving a cynical impression, "It's been a month, right?" ”

"One month and three days," Tieli King added.

Aaron smiled: "Your memory is still so good. Then you should remember our original agreement, this house is my due payment, so you don't mention 'my territory' in the future. ”

King Tieli didn't want to quarrel with him, so he changed the subject: "This is indeed your private residence now, but as your friend, you can always let me sit a little longer." There are 10 minutes left before the game, so I'll just sit for another 10 minutes. ”

Aaron shrugged, if the Iron King put down his noble status as a vigilante and played a scoundrel, no one could do anything about him, he was at his own convenience.

Time passed minute by minute, and finally at 6 minutes and 09 seconds, the wide doorway was suddenly filled with a mass of muscle. The uninvited guest tried to squeeze into the chamber, but after several attempts he couldn't get his body in, he took a deep breath and contracted his muscles to the limit as hard as he could, and finally stuffed it in.

"It seems that your players are more idle than you," Aaron said without even opening his eyes.

"What's the hurry, there are still more than three minutes before the official game." With that, King Tieli said to the uninvited guest, "Ivan, why did you come in without Mr. Aaron's permission?" ”

The Caucasian giant named Ivan was not inferior to Black Jack's height, and the most impressive thing was his horizontal dimensions - a full one meter and a half wide, and with a loose robe, it looked like a square body.

Ivan pointed to Aaron who was lying on the bed very rudely, and said, "Boss, why did you cancel my game, what is worse than this waste?" ”

King Tieli said quietly: "Aaron is my partner and my friend, so you are not allowed to talk to him in this tone. ”

Ivan, who is the top player in competition, is not afraid of the accusation of the Iron King, and scolds at Aaron: "No, I want to challenge him." ”

"Challenge?" Aaron sat up lazily, opened his wistful eyes, and finally focused on the giant Ivan. "Did you drink too much vodka and the alcohol burned your brain? King Li, aren't you afraid that I will miss and hurt him? Don't blame me for influencing your game then. ”

Tie Li Wang made an embarrassed expression: "It's very difficult for me to do this, Ivan has his own dignity and assertiveness as a martial artist, since people are not worried about affecting the game, it is not easy for me, the boss, to hinder it much." ”

Ivan got the tacit approval of the boss, and walked to the bed in a few steps, not too verbose, waving a punch the size of a sandbag was a jab, and the sturdy big bed collapsed in response, and was divided into two with the fist as the boundary, but Aaron was no longer on the bed.

"Play really?!" Aaron's voice came from behind him, and Ivan nimbly turned around and moved with his right foot as the axis, taking advantage of the momentum to swing his iron fist again to prevent Aaron from sneaking up from behind.

Aaron took two steps back with a more agile body, just enough to give him a punch to the head, the whistling wind causing his banana head to sway from side to side, and the steel gloves almost brushed the tip of his nose.

"Well, the speed and strength are good, and he deserves to be the second king." Aaron was not intimidated by Ivan's momentum in the slightest, but commented on the opponent's fighting skills with relish.

Ivan couldn't help but roar when he heard the words "second king", like a muscle stuffed with cotton immediately swollen and bursting, and the green tendons covered on it were like earthworms wriggling in the skin, and the speed and strength of his fists increased a lot. In the countless fist shadows, there was a swishing sound that broke through the air, and the frequency was consistent with the fist strike.

The Iron King knew that Aaron's careless words violated Ivan's taboo. As a descendant of the Slavs, Ivan has a proud strong bloodline and an unusually strong body, and is a rising star in the Russian professional boxing world, not defeated in the real world, but defeated in the 4D world world under the force field armor of Black Jack.

The proud Ivan was ashamed of his life, and no one dared to mention in front of him words that would stimulate his former defeat, and the "second king" touched his nerves. There is only one "king", and the "second king" is equivalent to slapping him in the mouth in the eyes of King Tieli.

Ivan continued to launch more and more fierce attacks, and the shadow of the fist filled the space of a hundred square meters, and Ivan threw all his strength to form a small whirlwind of punches, sweeping the entire secret room, slapping the interior decoration to pieces, and even the bulky gym equipment was knocked to the ground.

The amount of force consumed by such a fierce attack is very huge, but Ivan is like a perpetual motion machine, never knowing how to get tired. Rao is like this, and he didn't hit Ah Lun, who dodged flexibly, with a punch. He jumped like a civet cat, dodging left and right, and Ivan's fist tried to close the distance between the two, but it could not change the fate of the shot.

No matter how powerful the force is, it can't be hit, which is equivalent to self-consumption.

Finally, Ivan forced Aaron, who had changed positions rapidly, into a corner, and with no way to escape from the left and right, Ivan was confident that it would end up in what he thought was a game of cat and mouse.

But Arun sneered disdainfully, kicked his feet lightly, and jumped over Ivan, who was more than two meters high, like light smoke.

If Ivan had seen him fly in his pants, he would never have shown a shocked look, and certainly would not have thought that Arun would have a considerable opportunity to hit him hard after he landed.

"You're just a dodge-only coward who has the ability to fight me and see who qualifies for the second event."

"Oh, you think I'm scared of you?" Aaron put away his nonchalant expression and began to become serious.

He doesn't mind others misunderstanding his strength, nor does he care about other people's one-sided views of him, but there is one thing that must not be tarnished by others, and that is his courage. As a true martial artist, he will never allow others to insult his courage.

So, he jerked in his nimble limbs, quickly raised his hooked right foot to protect his chest and abdomen, and put his two forearms together to block his face and heart, which is a defensive stance in Muay Thai. Ivan's punch roared and slammed into his slender and slender body.

Aaron didn't fall to the ground as expected, but maintained his position as if he hadn't been hit. But the Iron Fist, which was stagnant on slightly darker skin, vetoed the speculation.

Ivan felt himself not smashing on flesh and blood, but on the iron wall of the mountain. The exaggerated thick fist arm was a little unable to withstand the shock force that came and trembled slightly.

"Steel!" Ivan didn't expect the other party to use this flawed defensive skill, and spit out a few words viciously between his teeth: "You are too big." ”