"Remember me, Joseph, a boxer at the Utah Boxing Club of the Greater Commonwealth of America, who is good at death chain punches that can kill one cow, no, two bullfights!" When the white man saw that Gao Heng didn't speak, he thought he was scared, and he didn't care how many people could understand his earthy western American accent.

However, Gao Heng can definitely understand, after all, he is proficient in Chinese. The referee can also understand it, he is a professional screened out of the Shura Legion.

Standing in the ring, Joseph chattered, showing off his noise, and also put on red fist gloves, and slashed at the air in front of him in an orderly manner, and then shouted: "Boy, do you see, this is the stunt created by Joseph's boxing champion, a powerful death chain punch, hey, you shouldn't have been so scared that you can't speak, right?" ”

This guy is wearing a pair of big pants, deliberately opening his coat to reveal his fluffy chest, raising his fists and roaring, which can be seen in his triumph.

Gao Heng was speechless, sure enough, the loser group was so wonderful, no wonder he was eliminated.

"Referee, can we start?" Gao Heng couldn't help it, he was really afraid that standing in the ring with such a talker would be lowered by him.

"It's OK to go." The referee was also a little tired of Joseph, but he knew that this white man still had some ability, except that his IQ was not very good, and the power of his fists hurt a lot.

"Well, you can get out." Gao Heng's fluent and standard New York accent made Joseph stunned for a moment, and his face suddenly became very exciting.

And then, no more.

A small tornado swept him up in the blink of an eye, its edges spinning and twisting like knives, cutting countless cuts in his body, not fatal, but making him look miserable. And after a whirlwind, he slammed into the floor outside the ring.

Joseph just roared angrily and got up, and was trying to find Gao Heng desperately, when the referee had already walked over with a straight face.

"Mr. Joseph, it's a pity. You're completely out. ”

It turns out that Joseph's record is two wins and two losses, this is the last game, and if he wins, he can successfully qualify. Advance to the preliminary round. However, he met Gao Heng. And a player like him who is huge and inflexible, facing the extremely fast spinning dragon is simply a tragedy, and he can't dodge.

"Bastard, I'm not convinced. That kid must be cheating! When Joseph saw Gao Heng's victor-like smile in the ring, he immediately became angry, and even the referee roared, and even foamed at the other party's face. This is his own death.

The referee's face sank, and he, who was only chest high in Joseph, suddenly turned sideways with a cold snort, and stuck his foot on Joseph's right foot, making his center of gravity unstable. Joseph roared like an angry bull. His hands clenched into fists and his head lowered, as if he was planning to make a headbutt.

But the referee hit him with a short body and threw his shoulder, and Joseph fell to the ground holding his waist, and then the referee kicked Joseph in the stomach, making him lose his combat effectiveness in pain.

"Dare to insult the referee, carry it away, oh, beat it up and throw it out." The referee beckoned to two staff members. watched Joseph be dragged to the ground and carried out, and then said coldly, "Next." ”

It was also Joseph's bad luck, since this referee could be selected from the Shura Legion and entrusted with important tasks. is obviously an elite, and naturally has good skills.

In the next game, Gao Heng became a spectator, but nomad and Xiao Chen took turns in the ring. The nomad relied on the two skills of horror and spirit burning, so that the two opponents suffered a big loss under carelessness, and fell into a state of stasis and trance respectively. Then he was knocked out of the ring. In the third game, Nomad was very thrilling because his skills were cooling, and finally won narrowly thanks to the hands of Deadpool and Mage, and advanced to the preliminary round.

Xiao Chen was also lucky. He had a fight with Zhao Liyu, the bronze sword was half wasted, the physical consumption was not small, and the means were understood by the onlookers, so the losers' group lost two games in a row at the beginning of the game, and he was almost red-eyed. In the end, Nomad gave him the D-level skill punch and kick combination, and Xiao Chen relied on this combat power bonus to finally win the next three games.

"Ratcha, these people are very poor at training all aspects of the body, but the various methods are quite weird, I don't feel like fighting skills, but like legendary witchcraft." The referee narrowed his eyes and spoke softly to Ratchai, "If they can do well in the preliminary round, they may be recruited unusually, after all, you also know that wizards are quite rare, and they will definitely arouse the curiosity of the organization's higher-ups." ”

"Witchcraft? Head-lowering division? "Ratchai's heart is a little weak, but the Nanyang head descending master is all weird, killing people invisible, and it is the most fearful. However, there are many witchcraft factions, and Bow Down is only one of them, so Ratchai quickly recovered, gritted his teeth and said, "Innu, do me a favor and let Pa Song fight that guy." As he spoke, he pointed at Gao Heng.

Thinking that Gao Heng might be favored by the high-level because of witchcraft, and then become his colleague, how could he be willing, if it weren't for this guy, he wouldn't be laughed at by Tai Sang and others.

"Alright then, I'll try." Referee Innu hesitated for a moment, thinking that Lacchai's brother Sachai had received the guidance of Lord Sagate, the Tiger of Muay Thai, and was considered a registered disciple, for Sachai's sake, he finally agreed.

In Gao Heng's second game, the opponent was a dragon and tiger martial artist from Hong Kong, named Li Hua, who was good at using iron rods.

This time, Gao Heng did not abuse his skills, but took out the Wind Slashing Tang Knife and fought with the other party.

"Hell, how did he hide such a big knife?" Ratchai couldn't help but exclaim.

Although the knife skills are sparse, the victory lies in the fact that the C-level weapon is sharp enough for the opponent not to dare to touch it. After fighting for a while, this Dragon and Tiger Martial Master suddenly jumped out of the battle circle and opened his mouth to admit defeat.

Seeing Gao Heng's surprised eyes, the Dragon and Tiger Martial Master named Li Hua smiled: "I came to play with Brother Long, and I don't care so much about winning or losing." And I know that if you put that whirlwind skill last time, I'm sure I'll lose, so don't waste it. Everyone is Chinese, you keep your tricks to fight the barbarians. ”

Speaking of barbarians, Li Hua glanced at Ba Song on the wall. He was not stupid, so he naturally saw that Gao Heng and the others were targeted.

"Thank you!" Gao Heng's heart moved, and he asked in Cantonese, "Is the Brother Long you are talking about a flying dragon?" ”

Wyvern is a well-known and popular movie star, but he is also a storyteller who creates his own flying stream, and once he catches a flaw, he will disrupt the rhythm of his opponent with his agile skills.

"Do you know Brother Long?" Li Hua was taken aback.

After chatting a few words about "I've heard of ......", Gao Heng started the third game of the lower bracket, and if he wins, he will be able to advance smoothly. But Ratchai was ready to stop him.

The referee, Innu, pretended to draw lots, and then announced the results.

In the third scene, Gao Heng vs. Ba Song.

Hearing his name, Ba Song opened his eyes, slowly walked into the ring, and pulled the corners of his mouth at Gao Heng, revealing cruelty and coldness.

"I'm used to kicking people to death in the ring, because that's the medal of the strong!" (To be continued.) )