"Haha!"

The middle-aged man named Dongmu on the opposite side smashed his fists at Zhao Mu like a rain of bullets, and the latter did not dodge but raised his arms to protect his head. Each punch smashed on the muscles of Zhao Mu's arms or abdomen accurately, and the penetration force was extremely strong, and each punch would leave fist marks and penetrate Zhao Mu's body.

"Rejoice! Again! ”

Zhao Mu didn't seem to have the intention of punching, but just avoided the fatal fist at the necessary moment, fist marks, and sweat began to produce on Zhao Mu's body, but the momentum of the whole person was constantly growing.

Dongmu knew that it was not a way to go on like this, and the retracted left fist was originally intended to rush out with a jab, but who knew that the left fist suddenly changed its stance, the fist was clenched, and the whole person took a step back, and drove the left arm to swing out with a left hook with a waist rotation.

The force was great, more than three times the hesitation of the previous jab.

"Pounds!"

One punch opened Zhao Mu's left waist and abdomen, if he was an ordinary person, his waist at this moment, not to mention that the internal organs were all shattered, I am afraid that his body would be torn apart. However, when it hit Zhao Mu's waist, the sweat that overflowed from his abdomen was all dispersed into water threads, and Zhao Mu's whole person only shook his center of gravity slightly.

"Very good!"

Zhao Mu's defensive posture was withdrawn, because Dongmu's blow was similar to a desperate bet, and he couldn't adjust his body in a short period of time to make a move, let alone defend. When Zhao Mu's right hook came from Dongmu's left side, it was already unstoppable.

There was no previous scene against Qi Xue, when Zhao Mu punched Dongmu's head, the blood scattered with ghost energy, and the soul essence in the center was scattered together.

"It's changed!" Qi Xue, who was standing next to Xiaoqin in the audience, looked at Zhao Mu at the edge of the stage, and an incredible expression appeared on her face, "I didn't expect that there would be such a person in the world." ”

"Whew...... Drink ......" Zhao Mu exhaled and inhaled, his eyes closed.

The two people who were closer to Zhao Mu's side. Suddenly, his head exploded and he fell to the ground for no apparent reason. This scene made the tens of thousands of spectators in the audience can't help but stand up from their seats. A prison envoy killed a three-time champion in a matter of seconds with just ordinary fists.

"That man seems to be called Zhao Mu, and I heard him talking to the executioner at the beginning."

As Zhao Mu's name passed throughout the gladiatorial arena, "Zhao Mu! Zhao Mu! Shouts began to ring out in the mouths of the ghosts in the audience.

This cheer seemed to bring the scene back to before, in a normal-sized ring, each time Zhao Mu finished a game. The three referees will go on stage to carry away the dead opponent's body, and the cleaning staff will also come up with a mop to clean up the large amount of blood stains on the table, and win the respect and worship of the audience with the blood of the opponent.

"You!"

The huge fat man in the center of the gladiatorial arena had crushed the body of one of the fighters, even throwing the body directly into his mouth and chewing it. In the past, this scene would have excited the audience, but what the huge fat man heard was the audience shouting the name of another person.

Two fat hands supported the ground, and the fat and invisible head leaned towards Zhao Mu who was standing on the edge of the stage.

"I, Mahaqi, will crush you."

"Oh, can you wait a little longer? It's a little hot. Zhao Mu did not change his coat when he first came to the stage, and he was also wearing trousers and black leather shoes, and his tight clothes restricted his movements.

A heavy black jacket slides down the center zipper. The black jacket thrown into the audience made a loud 'clang'. When a ghost creature who liked Zhao Mu very much left his seat without permission and ran to try to pick up the black leather coat, he found that the black jacket was like a rock and extremely heavy.

Two pairs of hard leather shoes were thrown off the stage, making the same heavy noise.

Whether it is a leather coat or a leather shoe, it is a piece of clothing made of special materials in the room, with only two functions, which are not easy to break and extremely heavy, and Zhao Mu usually carries this weight when he lives.

Zhao Mu, who bent down slightly, didn't care about the situation on the field at all, and slowly rolled up the hem of the black trousers with his hands very carefully, and moved slightly on the stage with his bare feet to adapt to the feeling of lifting the restrictions.

After getting up. Buckle your right hand at the top of your white shirt, remove the red tie tied to it and unbutton the top two buttons.

The lower feet are extremely relaxed and begin to adjust the pace. The arms are stretched forward, and the four fingers are bent back and forth in front of the huge fat man, and there is a longing for primitive collision on the face.

"Come on." Zhao Mu snorted lightly.

The body of the huge fat man Mahaqi was the kind of belly ghost that Zhang Chen had seen in Liu Nuo's rare seed yàn room, which was formed by hundreds of starving ghosts and resentful spirits devouring each other.

A fist several meters wide with a trembling fat punch bombarded down towards Zhao Mu's position, just one finger thumb already had the size of Zhao Mu's body, the audience held their breath, in everyone's opinion, Zhao Mu should use his flexibility to dodge this punch and then find a chance to hurt the other party.

But that's not the case on the pitch.

"Drink ......," Zhao Mu exhaled softly. Gradually spread your legs shoulder-width apart, grasp the ground tightly with your toes, and squat down with your knees just level with your toes. This is Zhao Mu's parents because they can't afford to raise him and send him to Shaolin Temple, Zhao Mu's daily compulsory course - horse step pile.

Zhao Mu could only hold out for half an hour at the beginning, and then stood from early morning to sunset. At this time, Zhao Mu was standing on the gladiatorial platform. It is as if the center of gravity in the whole human body grows countless roots and pierces hundreds of meters deep into the ground.

Facing the fat and huge fist, Zhao Mu just threw out a seemingly ordinary right punch.

"Bang!" A loud noise came down from the stage, and the audience could see a visible shockwave spreading over the point where the two touched, but the ending made everyone dumbfounded.

The fat fist and the fat arm directly collapsed into meat residue and sprinkled on the gladiatorial arena the moment they met Zhao Mu. And Zhao Mu, who was standing on a horse walking pile, did not move at all.

"Whew......" Zhao Mu inhaled lightly and withdrew his outstretched right fist.

"Ahh Hundreds of scattered starving ghosts screamed in their fat arms, and the belly ghost's body collapsed heavily from the deprivation of its center of gravity, just as it was about to stand up with its other hand. Zhao Mu's body, which was originally standing at the edge, disappeared, and it was hard to imagine that he could reach such a speed with a mortal body.

In front of the belly ghost's eyes, a fist the size of a sandbag hung in the air.

"Bang!" The room shook slightly, and the fat-bellied ghost's head dented, and the entire massive body began to disintegrate and float into the air and disappear.

Because the position of the belly ghost was replaced by Zhao Mu, there were still eight people left on the field who all looked at Zhao Mu in the center. Even the expressions of the two players who Qi Xue warned at the beginning began to change slightly. The situation on the field was completely one-sided, and all the momentum was condensed on Zhao Mu's body.

Except for the man who was about the same age as Zhao Mu and sat cross-legged and did not move, along with the old man, they all regarded Zhao Mu as the strongest opponent.

A young man who didn't look like a martial artist, with a weak body, stepped forward towards Zhao Mu, who had previously used his body's extreme flexibility to break his opponent's joints without being harmed.

But when the young man took a step towards Zhao Mu, who was standing in the center, the whole person directly turned into flesh and blood and sprayed on the field, and few people could see what had happened just now.

"Let's go together."

Immediately after that, when the six people, including the old man, surrounded Zhao Mu, each of them would not fight for more than three seconds, and they would definitely die if they hit with one punch.

"Bang!" The last punch was unexpectedly blocked when it turned and struck, or it should have been pinched to be exact. The old man seemed to be proficient in Huaxia Kingdom's kung fu, and locked Zhao Mu's right fist with two elbows, and at the same time kicked Zhao Mu's head with all his strength.

"Your brother Zhao Mu has surpassed the limits of this place, and no one can stop it, even if he only needs to use the physical ability of ordinary people to be able to break up a high-level ghost thing." Qi Xue, who was standing beside Xiaoqin, gave an extremely high evaluation.

When the flying side kick of the old man on the stage had not yet touched Zhao Mu, the left fist of the gap hit the abdomen at a speed that was not visible at all, and the bones in the old man's body were extremely strong, and they did not collapse directly because of the punch. However, the moment he landed, a punch smashed his head to pieces.

"Zhao Mu! Zhao Mu! ”

Now only Zhao Mu and the last person are left on the stage, who first moved his shoulders, and then gradually retracted his legs and stood up from the ground.

The corners of Zhao Mu's mouth smiled slightly, although he was sweating like rain at this time, but his body did not have any loss.

The moment the right fist is thrown, the opponent also throws the same right fist. The two fists collided together for the first time in a situation where there was no winner, and the people in the audience who were cheering for Zhao Mu calmed down because of this scene.

The two of them withdrew their right fists at the same time, and swung them out with their left fists, and they still didn't win or lose when they collided together.

However, for Qi Xue and the drunken boy who watched the game from another place in this huge building, it seemed that the winner had been decided. If you look closely, the collision of the two fists is not something that is not incompatible, but one is struggling to attack, and the other is helplessly unloading. As long as this goes on for a long time, it will be Zhao Mu who will win in the end.

But the game suddenly ended early at this time.

"You're amazing." After Zhao Mu threw down this sentence, from the beginning of the game to the present, his feet, which he had never used, began to change, and after a punch was unloaded by the opponent, to the surprise of everyone on the scene, a perfect and impeccable side kick hit the opponent's waist.

The body of the last contestant could not withstand the explosive force of Zhao Mu's legs, which was compressed at one point, and tore from his waist, along with the soul marrow, and the flesh and blood organs in his body were all shattered.

A champion is born. (To be continued......)