Botai is a boxer. Unprofessional boxers.

Since he was a child, he has been trained by his master in an almost brutal way, allowing him to use every inch of his body as a weapon of attack.

When he was 17 years old, Master died, and he became a murderer and began to flee.

Escaping to a city where no one knew him, he gradually realized that he had really become a ferocious killing weapon as his master wished, and he spent five years in this small city to become a storage that made others tremble, during which he didn't know how many people's bones were broken, how many people died, and at that time when he was reckless, he was endured by several local forces and began to hunt down.

He was grateful to his master for making him strong enough to escape with his skills in the pursuit of a group of people, directly kicking and breaking the necks of several people, and also breaking all the ribs of several people.

He liked the sound of bones shattering, and the way blood splashed under his fists. That kind of picture made him addicted. It's a pity that more and more people are chasing him, so he can only stay away from home.

Tossing and turning, he came to the mud bombardment. Came to this place where the lights and wine fascinated him.

There were too many things that were not available in his home city, and there were too many things that fascinated him, and he was very skilled, and by virtue of his skills and the means he had learned in those five years, he quickly gained the favor of some people, and became a guest of many people in the night. He was twenty-six years old.

Then, he was arranged to start black market boxing, a place where his skills bloomed to the fullest and he enjoyed cheering unbridledly.

He likes East Asian women, so he fights East Asian people, that kind of not tall body, that kind of immature attack, that kind of fragile defense... The crisp sound of all breaking under his fists and knees especially fascinated him.

With a grin, Botai began to wrap the bandage. Round and round.

Today, he has also been invited to fight with people, and he is also an East Asian.

East Asians. Botai folded his hands, which was the etiquette of his hometown, and it also meant 'I'm going to eat' in this country. The faint smell of blood on the mottled bandages made him very intoxicated, and there were his own, and more of someone else's.

Botai sniffed with pleasure, then gently kissed the bandage on Fitte's wrist.

He's feeling excited right now. He decided that he would break all the limbs of that East Asian opponent into comminuted fractures later.

The door to the break room opened, and Botai stood up and walked out grinning

"Keeping everyone waiting!! The players in the flower group this time are still the previous Xia You players!! And this time the opponent is..."

At this time, the referee's face could not see the impact of the previous accident at all, but his voice was even more hoarse:

"The terrifying eight-handed murder weapon from Thailand that makes people tremble when they hear its name: Broadcast-Thai !!"

The referee's voice was very excited, and the cheers of the people in the martial arts group below were even more crazy, and their faces were already irregularly flushed with excitement. On Hasegawa's side, his face collapsed instantly.

"How could you invite him!"

Hasegawa looked at Buntai, who lifted the rope and stepped into the ring, and then glanced at the proud president of the martial arts group opposite. He didn't look at Xia You much from beginning to end.

The reputation of the murder weapon Botai is already thunderous among them, this kind of character is no longer something they can invite if they can say please, and I don't know how the other party asked him to come, it seems that the other party has made a heavy investment for this competition.

Not only Hasegawa, but except for Fujimura and the tattooed man in the flower group, everyone is already not lucky with Natsuyu.

Hands, feet, elbows and knees can kill, and the name of the eight-handed murder weapon is not in vain.

"Then look forward to it!! A showdown from an exotic land!! ”

The referee's high-pitched voice completely ignited the restlessness in the hearts of the martial arts group, and everyone roared with red eyes, as if they were about to pour out all the previous humiliating grievances:

"Bothai!! Botai!! "Botai! Don't be merciful! Kill him!! "Lord Botai!! Please go and kill as much as you like!! "Hit!! Kill that posing monkey!! ”…

The messy shouting made people's eardrums ache, and looking at the crowd's surging emotions, Botai grinned.

He couldn't quite hear what they were shouting, but he could hear them shouting their names, and he heard the words 'kill'.

He enjoyed this enthusiasm very much, and he wondered if he should satisfy them, change the original intention of breaking the limbs of the East Asian on the other side, and change it to kill them directly.

Anyway, he had killed people in the ring before, and no one came to the door, and he was cheered even more.

Thinking about it, he raised his eyes and looked at Xia You, and decided to choose to beat him to death. Because this East Asian looks pretty good-looking.

It's just that it's better to kick the ribs one by one, or to have the skull broken...

When Xia You came out of Botai, his eyes were already firmly locked on him.

He didn't know what was called anger and what was fierce before, but he felt it from this person.

Especially the grinning eyes that looked at him made Xia You feel extremely uncomfortable. He saw the other party looking at his parts one by one, and the feeling of choosing how to torture and kill the prey made Xia You's gaze cold.

"Click, click..."

The sound of machinery coming from above made Xia You look up, but he saw that above the ring, an iron cage-like thing was slowly descending, and the black and cold feeling made people feel no better, and there was a faint smell that made Xia You uncomfortable.

And at this time, the referee's voice also began to sound:

"Ahem, in order to prevent previous accidents, we deliberately lowered this beast cage and let the two... Belch! ”

The referee's voice stopped abruptly because Xia You moved.

Without saying a word, he rushed to Botai.

The descending iron cage also paused in mid-air, and the people who were still waiting to shout also began to cheer. With his eyes open, he was looking forward to how Xia You would be tortured and killed like a rag doll by Botai.

Xia You ignored them, and the calm in his eyes couldn't hide the overflowing cold light.

Fighting cage.

Botai didn't understand, but he did. In the eyes of these people, he is not only a thug who can fool at will, but has also become a fighting beast for entertainment.

His anger had reached a critical point, and Xia You felt that he needed to vent it now.

And the Botai in front of him, who regarded him as his prey, was the first person he Xia You chose to vent.

Seeing Xia You rushing over, Botai grinned, his body did not dodge or dodge, but his kicks kicked out like ghosts.

This is the whip leg that makes countless people hate, and it is a whip that makes mud bricks also powder. On the strength can make the thigh bone of the person who is kicked shatter, and the strength can make people perceive the stinging pain, only then can they know that they have been kicked.

As countless times before, Botai seemed to be able to see Xia You being stopped by him.

It's just that Xia You dodged the blow he was bound to hit.

In other words, he couldn't see how Xia You dodged at all.

Botai's pupils shrank, he was slightly stunned, and then there was a pain

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