The vast universe is full of stars.

On both sides of the galaxy, there are three planets, arranged at strange angles at the moment.

At a glance, the silver future star, the earth and the Pangu star, the three stars show a trend of alignment.

However, if you look closely, you will find that Pangea's position is above the other two stars, forming an upwardly raised horn, with a faint momentum of rising.

The King of the Exalted stood on the throne of the silver future star, looking at the astrolabe, and his heart was shocked.

The astrologer Zeus stood beneath the astrolabe, leaning slightly, and the hand holding the scepter of the stars trembled uncontrollably.

"It's ...... Corner of the Beads! ”

He looked at the pattern on the astrolabe in disbelief, his voice excited and frightened, and an eerie glimmer of light emanated from the star stone at the top of the scepter, and the golden filaments crisscrossed in the glimmer were being slammed into by a stream of blue energy, as if they were about to break through the wall.

"Is that day finally coming?"

The King of the Exalted muttered to himself at the astrolabe, and the wind blew his inky black robes, and his sword-like face was like frost that would not melt for thousands of years, making him look a little more lonely.

"Dusty face, did you see that?"

"If I had chosen you in the first place, would you be by my side at this moment, witnessing the dawn of rebirth with me?"

An imperceptible tenderness welled up in the eyes of the King of the Exalted, and in a moment it returned to coldness.

The last time the beaded horn that has not appeared for hundreds of millions of years appeared was when the kingship changed. The power of the Exalted, represented by the king's ancestors, took over the Silver Future Star and became the overlord of the planet.

However, now that the horns of the beads have suddenly appeared, I am afraid that the pattern on the silver future star is about to change!

The King of the Exalted looked at Zeus indifferently, a chilling killing intent flashing in his eyes.

"Stand down." He commanded.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Zeus was in a cold sweat and hurriedly turned around.

At the moment when he turned around, the king's right hand suddenly stretched out, and on Zeus's back, wisps of life qi flowed back in a steady stream, pouring into the king's palm.

Zeus's face was terrified, his limbs could not move, his face and body withered and aged at a visible rate, and at last only a layer of skin and bones remained, which crumbled into a cloud of dust with a click.

The Star Scepter fell to the ground with a "clang".

The light of the star stone gradually dimmed, and finally turned into an ordinary gray stone.

……

Earth, Paris, France, Marais.

Little Red Door Bar.

Tucked away in the middle of the city, few people know that there is an underground boxing ring behind the secret door of its warehouse.

In addition to those with platinum cards, only black market boxers are allowed to enter the ring.

"Squeak!"

The red carved wooden door was pushed open.

The guests of the bar stopped their lively conversation and turned their eyes to the door.

Jiang Chenxi, who was dressed in black, had his long hair tied up high, and he stood at the door proudly. With fair skin, sharp eyes, the wind blowing her flying black hair, and a cold temperament as cold as the wind.

Some of the guests stopped their entertainment and their eyes were straight.

What a sassy woman!

Jiang Chenxi ignored those burning gazes, walked through the crowded bar hall, and went straight to the secret door of the warehouse.

"Ding Dong!"

She rang the doorbell in front of the secret door, and the black surveillance camera flashed a red light.

After a while, the door opened automatically, and there was a world behind the secret door.

Jiang Chenxi stepped in, secretly praying in his heart, hoping that the missing agent No. 7 had not been shot by the dark web.

Walking through a long and narrow staircase, the view suddenly opens up.

A scantily clad Latina beauty blocked Jiang Chenxi's way.

She looked Jiang Chenxi up and down, her voice was lazy and sexy: "This young lady, are you watching the game or the game?" ”

"Competition."

The Latina looked at her with interest, "Do you know the rules here?" Those who lose will be ......"

Jiang Chenxi interrupted her: "Those who lose will become the prey of the winner." ”

The Latina beauty gave her signature smile: "That's right. But since you are participating in the competition for the first time, you are not qualified to choose an opponent, so would you like to do the same? ”

Jiang Chenxi's words rang in his mind: "This mission must only succeed and not fail." If the mission fails, the information that Agent 7 has worked so hard to gather may be intercepted by foreign forces, and the consequences will be unimaginable."

She suppressed the uneasiness in her heart and said without hesitation: "No problem." ”

"Of course, if you win, you have free reign over your opponent and let him do anything, including ......"

The Latina beauty didn't continue, her lips curled and she winked at her.

Jiang Chenxi ignored her with a cold expression, and asked quietly, "I heard that if you win here, you can freely choose other loot in the winner's pool?" ”

According to the information provided by the superiors, Agent 7 is in the winner's vault. She's here to rescue Agent Seven.

"Of course. And you'll get an additional €50,000 bonus. The Latin beauty smiled and said, "But miss, you must understand that once you compete, it doesn't matter if you live or die." There are no rules in the ring, the winner is the rule. ”

The corners of Jiang Chenxi's lips hooked up a contemptuous smile: "Understood." ”

"However, I have never entered a word in my dictionary."

The Latina beauty smiled noncommittally, a dark glint flashing in her eyes.

She didn't tell Jiang Chenxi a word that was circulating in the underground boxing ring.

There is no chastity in the boxing ring.

For this kind of underground boxing ring, which is gender-neutral and has no rules, the defeated female fighters often end up miserable.

"Then please come with me, the arena is on the second floor." The Latin beauty made a gesture of invitation and motioned for Jiang Chenxi to follow her.

From the first floor to the second floor, there is a special soundproof elevator.

Jiang Chenxi carefully looked at the surrounding environment and planned the best escape route in his heart.

"Ding."

The elevator reaches the second floor. As the door opened, there was a flurry of cheers, accompanied by screams and roars.

Jiang Chenxi swept around quietly, and followed the Latin beauty to the dressing room backstage without changing his face.

The air was filled with the smell of blood, the locker room was dimly lit, and there were discarded needles in the corners, Jiang Chenxi frowned, it was the smell of residual stimulants.

She quickly took off her black leather jacket, revealing her black sports bra and shorts.

Toned body with well-proportioned muscles. The twin peaks are towering, and the slender legs extend all the way to the full buttocks. The small waist and peach buttocks outline the plump curves, which makes people think about it.

The Latina beauty stared at her, a little unable to take her eyes off.

I have to admit that even as a woman, Jiang Chenxi's figure makes her feel so good that she is a crime.

Jiang Chenxi wore an extremely thin metal bracelet on her wrist, which was a miniature anesthetic needle given to her by her superiors, which could get her out of danger at a critical moment.

The smell of the locker room made her a little uncomfortable, and she took a deep breath to relax herself.

But when she walked to the bright light of the entrance and saw the scene on the stage, her previous confidence and relaxation disappeared cleanly.

I saw that on the 6.1-meter-square boxing ring, an African-American man with lumpy muscles roared, pressed a sexy and plump white woman to the ground and beat him to death. The white woman looked unconscious, her face was bruised, blood was stuck in her hair, and her hands hung lifelessly.

No one stopped, only cheers and euros of cash falling from the stands.

There is also the Manis thrown on the stage by the do-gooders, the largest kind.

Jiang Chenxi saw that the African man raised his hands above his head, smiled arrogantly, and his strong arm pinched the white woman's neck, lifted one arm, and held it in the air, like a demonstration of a victor.

Even Jiang Chenxi, who was accustomed to seeing all kinds of scenes, couldn't help but close his eyes at this time and couldn't bear to look at it.

"Shhhh

Jiang Chenxi heard the sound of her clothes being torn, followed by the woman's screams of pain.

By the time she opened her eyes again, the scarred white woman had been carried off the field.

When her stretcher passed, Jiang Chenxi's beautiful eyes widened.

In the most secret part of the white woman's body, she saw the exposed, half-amputed fist gauntlet......

Jiang Chenxi felt the anger in his body burning, and his clenched fist was ready to be unsheathed at any time. Even if she doesn't want to be nosy, she doesn't plan to let go of the lumpy muscular man easily.

At this time, someone in the stands noticed Jiang Chenxi, who had entered the preparation area.

"Look at that little!"

"How many rounds do you think she'll be knocked down?"

"Up to three."

"Such a beautiful chick, you might as well take it home and enjoy it."

"I think she should come for money, it's better for my brother to spend some money, keep her in captivity, and be on call."

"Hahahaha, I'll see it."

Jiang Chenxi ignored these foul words, her eyes swept over coldly, and the powerful aura made the speaker look stunned, and he was immediately silenced.

The Latin beauty walked to the sign-in desk with a twist of her ass, asked for a certificate of life and death, and handed it to Jiang Chenxi.

Jiang Chenxi took out a pen, wrote her name in a smug manner, and handed it to the Latin beauty.

The Latin beauty took the life and death situation and glanced at it, and frowned puzzled when she saw the name of the signature column: "Your Grandpa?" (English means "your grandfather.") ）

"Yes, my stage name." Jiang Chenxi said seriously.

Black market boxers don't use their real names, they always use stage names, and Latin beauties don't say much. She handed over the life and death report to the sign-in desk and signaled that Jiang Chenxi could go on stage.

Jiang Chenxi unhurriedly put on protective gear and gloves and walked to the boxing ring step by step.

She walked very slowly, but with great momentum.

Her eyes were full of cold anger, and every step she took seemed to trample on the hearts of the audience, domineering and trembling violently.

The intention of killing suddenly rose on the field, Jiang Chenxi stood on the battle platform, his long hair raised without wind, like a Shura from hell.

The sturdy African-American man stood on the stage and looked at her defiantly, his eyes roaming around her with impunity.

Head, neck, chest, waist, buttocks, legs, ankles.

Every muscle line, every body curve, is telling a word.

"Beautiful!"

One more is too strong, and one less is too soft.

Rigidity and softness, smooth curves, the perfect combination of strength and softness!

The African-American muscular man's throat moved, he swallowed, and the nobles in the stands screamed excitedly.

Jiang Chenxi stood on the battle platform, looking at his opponent with a wide eye.

The African-American man looked at her with the eyes of his prey, "Chick, you look delicious." With that, he smiled lewdly, and his white teeth stood out against his complexion.

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Chenxi's figure was as fast as lightning, and he had already stepped forward and punched the African man in the stomach.

The African-American man didn't expect her to start fighting without saying a word, his stomach hurt, and he fell to one knee.

"You're breaking the rules." The African-American man roared angrily.

Jiang Chenxi didn't give him time to breathe, she picked up the arm of the African man, and raised her hand to make a beautiful over-the-shoulder fall.

"Bang!"

The African-American man was slammed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. There was a clicking sound, like the sound of bones breaking.

"Poof!" A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and he tried to get up, but found that his internal organs were lying on the ground as if they had been shattered, convulsing constantly.

"Rules?" Jiang Chenxi took a cold sip, "I'm the rule." ”

The eyes of the people in the stands were fixed in the air, silent, and they couldn't squeeze out a word for a long time.

Did the Beastmaster be defeated before he could make a move? The Beastmaster is the stage name of an African-American man.

Three seconds, just three seconds! It only took three seconds for this seemingly small woman to lay down the top three Beastmasters!

Why does she have such amazing power?

Even the people who used to speak foul language were shocked in their hearts at this moment, and they were silent.

Jiang Chenxi pointed to the stands, his voice was sonorous, and his eyes were arrogant: "You guys, remember my name!" ”

She said word for word, "Your Grandpa!"

Her voice raised, and the next sentence was almost yelled.

"Your uncle will always be your uncle!"

With that, he stomped on the softest place below the lower abdomen of the Beastmaster.

The sound of "poof" came out, and everyone's hearts trembled.

"Ah~~~~" The Beastmaster's heart-rending screams came from the battle platform. The male spectators in the stands, as if they felt empathy, felt a tightness in their lower bodies, and a cold sweat broke out behind their backs.

Your uncle will always be your uncle!

This sentence lingered in their hearts for a long time and lasted for a long time......