That Zhang Shao took a sip of red wine and nodded: "Come and sit down." ”

Then he looked at Wang Su again and said with a smile: "This is the fighter you invited?" ”

Graphite hurriedly said, "Not really." Zhang Shao, this is the brother of Wang Suwang, a master! He gave a thumbs up and glanced at the person who spoke just now: "This time will definitely open Zhang Shao's eyes!" ”

Zhang Shaoke nodded dispensably: "Let him prepare." ”

Graphite said hello, and took Wang Su to a wall, but it was a door, the same color as the wall, and ordinary people would never see it at a glance.

Push the door in, and it's a lounge-like room, which is huge. There were more than a dozen of them, all sitting quietly and silently.

These people are either fierce or vicious, and they all show their most intimidating side.

Presumably the fighter who will compete tonight.

Shi Shi said: "Brother Wang will rest here for a while, and when it is time for you, someone will come to inform you." ”

Wang Su nodded casually, found a place to sit down, and closed his eyes.

It stands to reason that Wang Su should take a closer look at these opponents to see what they are doing. For example, other people, although they do not say a word, their eyes are scrutinizing.

But for Wang Su, no matter what boxing skills these people practice, and no matter what hole cards they have, in fact, in essence, it has been presented in Wang Su's mind.

It's like a torch, very dazzling, big and small, bright and dark. Who is strong and who is weak, Wang Su can know without using his eyes at all.

Besides, no matter how strong these people are, they are not in the eyes of Wang Su. It's just that as a qualified warrior, a general who came out of the sea of corpses and blood on the battlefield, Wang Su is used to fighting rabbits with lions, so even if the opponent is weak, he will not be negligent.

In fact, the boxing tournament has begun here.

It's just that in the lounge, it's a mental confrontation. In the ring, it is a direct collision of flesh. It's dull and silent in this lounge, you stare at me, I stare at you, and they all want to overwhelm each other and gain a psychological advantage.

Time flickered, and more than ten minutes passed.

In between, two more fighters came in.

Finally, a guy in a suit walked in, handed out a sign with a number on it, and said, "Fighters, according to the number, whoever shouts, will appear." Then he said, "There is a newbie joining today, which one is it?" ”

When Wang Su heard this, he knew that he was talking about himself: "It's me." ”

The man stepped forward: "As an underground fighter, you need a loud nickname, you can take one." ”

Wang Su smiled slightly: "It's called the general." ”

"General? Not bad. The man smiled, wrote it down, turned and left.

The rest of the fighters looked at Wang Su with great disdain. And the general, why not the emperor?!

Wang Su naturally didn't care about the eyes of these people, just ants. He glanced at the sign in his hand, it was thirteen. That is, the thirteenth.

There was a faint cheer in his ears, and then the man in the suit and leather shoes pushed the door and shouted: "One, twenty-four!" ”

The two of them got up in unison, glanced at each other, their eyes were murderous, and then strode out of the lounge.

I vaguely heard the host outside shouting: "Let's invite today's No. 1 boxer and No. 24 boxer." The No. 1 boxer, the soldering iron head, is proficient in Xingyi Snake Boxing, fast speed, ruthless moves, with a record of twelve wins and zero defeats, and as many as seven fighters have died in his hands, he is an extremely powerful fighter. The No. 24 boxer supports the heavenly hand, is proficient in the Great Sage Drape, has fast moves, has a good body, and the record is also 12 wins and zero defeats, so you might as well let the No. 1 boxer go. Spectators, bet now......"

Although separated by several walls, Wang Su could still hear clearly.

He couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

I laughed at myself in my heart: "I am a traverser, I have calculated the creation of immortal kings, and I have been a great general." I didn't expect to be watched by people here today, it's really ridiculous... But it's nothing, the face identity has nothing to do with me. As long as you can achieve the goal, you can do everything, and it's okay to just play black boxing. ”

The shouts and roars outside are like waves, one after another. Wang Su could even imagine that those social elites who were usually superior to others were shouting at this time, and even made all kinds of unusual actions.

A boxing match doesn't last long, but it takes only a few minutes to finish. There were cheers and shouts of scolding. Those who cheer must have made the right bet, and those who shout must have made the wrong bet and lost money.

This kind of underground boxing match is not an ordinary competition. Once you get started, it's all your might. Between lightning and flint, you can decide the winner and the loser.

One after another, one by one the fighters were called out.

Some came back intact, others didn't. Either they died in the ring and were dragged out and buried. Either they were seriously injured and healed.

In the end, only Wang Su and No. 12 boxer were left unplayed.

The number 12 boxer was a black man who wanted to come from abroad to make a living. He is tall, and he is afraid that he is not two meters, half a head taller than Wang Su. And he was extremely burly, and his bare arms were full of knotted muscles, and when he stood up, it was like a wall of cement and steel.

In comparison, Wang Su is too simple.

At his level, he is completely able to collect his breath, like an ordinary person, unobtrusive. But if he is vigorous, the monstrous murderous aura can make people frightened and even scared to death!

Such an example was not unheard of by Wang Su when he conquered the world in the last world. Those generals and elite soldiers who have experienced the battlefield, with just one look, can be frightened by him, let alone those with this modern peaceful background?

Even if he was fighting black boxing, he was not taken seriously by Wang Su at all.

"Twelve, thirteen."

The black man glared at Wang Su viciously and strode out. Wang Su got up slowly, slowly and logically, and followed out of the lounge.

"Now it's our No. 12 and No. 13 fighters."

"The number 12 fighter, the Black Devil, is from Africa and is proficient in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. In his hands, there was never a living mouth. Every opponent was strangled by him! ”

"The thirteenth boxer general, a novice, has no record."

"Now for the audience to place bets!"

Wang Su walked past the stands and walked down the stairs to the middle ring. The black devil, a black man, was already standing in the ring and was showing his muscles to the audience.

Every time he made a move, it caused a burst of exclamations from the surrounding spectators in the stands.

As for Wang Su, it was completely ignored.