Muto no was shirtless, and only wore a pair of black shorts on the bottom.

He is nearly 1.9 meters tall and weighs 100 kilograms, and there is hardly a trace of excess fat on his body, and his whole body looks like a fierce muscle made of iron and steel.

It gives a great visual impact.

In order to stimulate these watching guests to place bets, the people of the club arrange for the fighters to show their strength when they come out.

At this time, after Muto no entered the iron cage, he first moved his fists and kicks a few times.

Immediately, under the gaze of everyone, he did not make any extra movements, just raised his foot and kicked, and easily kicked a wooden board ten centimeters thick and one meter five long into two pieces on the spot.

Then with a palm, he easily split a board of the same size into two pieces

"Okay, good wow..."

"Such a powerful force, it seems that it is right to bet on him to win, and the killing god is invincible..."

Seeing Muto No's amazing strength, everyone in the audience broke out in exclamation again, and basically the people who cheered for him were those who bet on him to win, which seemed to account for more than half of the total number.

These people still have to rely on him to make money, so naturally they have to grow their momentum with him.

Muto no is twenty-seven years old and a martial arts idiot.

Having practiced various martial arts since he was a child, he became obsessed with hand-to-hand combat, vowing to fight the invincible opponents in the world.

There are too many protection rules for formal boxing matches, and he can't play his fists and kicks at all, and in his opinion, it's like a child fighting, and there is nothing to watch.

So he chose the bloody and brutal underground fighting, and he felt that this was the place to show his strength.

In three years, he has fought 123 boxing matches, never defeated, has a lot of combat experience, and has never had an opponent who can survive under him, which can be called a real killer in the fighting arena.

The name of the god of killing is famous in the entire underground fighting world.

Generally, boxers in the circle are frightened when they hear his name and dare not compete with him.

It is said that the world's kung fu is out of China, and Chinese kung fu is out of Shaolin, what is Chinese kung fu in his eyes, and what is Bruce Lee, who was touted to the sky by Chinese people, but he didn't live in the same era with himself.

Otherwise, in the face of his own fists and feet, there will still be only a fiasco.

It's been a long time since anyone dared to take the initiative to challenge Mutono, and this time a master from the Shaolin Temple in Huaxia declared war on him, provoking his killing, and it was bound to trample the other party under his feet.

What bullshit Chinese kung fu, just fists and embroidered legs.

He wants everyone to understand that only his own fighting skills are invincible, and any kung fu is a fist in front of his absolute strength.

Five minutes later, Shaolin monk Xuankong also played, he was also shirtless, and his lower body was wearing a pair of beige long cloth pants worn for practice.

Xuankong is twenty-six years old this year, he grew up in the Shaolin Temple, and he also learned some authentic Shaolin boxing, and he has also reached a crazy level of kung fu, which is very combative.

After so many years of hard training, he has developed a body of copper skin and iron bones, and a diamond physique.

Not only is his strength infinite, but his skills are also vigorous and flexible, and his punches are weird and tricky, and he is extremely ruthless.

Two years ago, he was expelled from Shaolin because he crippled his fellow senior brother, but he was brave and fierce by nature, and he was not willing to live a peaceful life as an ordinary person, so he chose the path of underground fighting.

He felt that this was the place to show his strength, and in two years, he participated in 117 boxing matches, never defeated, and made his own place in the domestic underground martial arts world.

He is known as the 'Demon Monk'.

I heard that Mutono, who is known as the killer god of the island country's martial arts world, came to China to fight a few boxing matches without meeting an opponent, and no one dared to take the initiative to challenge him again.

Muto Ye was even more arrogant and shouted to others that Huaxia Kung Fu was all fists and embroidered legs, and he was vulnerable in front of him, and Xuankong was angry when he knew it, so he challenged him.

Today is the day of the decisive battle, and he wants to let Muto no know the power of Huaxia Kung Fu.

In terms of appearance, Xuankong is much smaller than Muto Ye's head, his height is only one meter eight, which is half a head shorter than him, but the muscles and skin on his body look like the eighteen bronze men of Shaolin.

It's very shocking, and it doesn't lose to each other.

"Humph!"

After Xuankong came on the field, Muto Ye snorted coldly, staring at him expressionlessly, a fierce murderous aura shot out of his eyes, he didn't have to say anything, this look had proven everything.

Feeling the murderous aura from the other party, Xuankong didn't pay much attention to it, but just casually took a one-meter-long steel bar with a diameter of five or six centimeters handed over by the club staff.

"Hah!"

He let out a loud shout, and at the same time worked with both arms, and in the blink of an eye, he bent this steel bar, showing his super arm strength and wrist strength.

"Good, good, good, Shaolin Kung Fu is the best in the world..."

"This skill is really good, it looks like a bronze man, no, I should believe in my Shaolin Kung Fu, or re-bet, choose him..."

There was also a burst of screams and heated discussions in the audience, and the bets on him to win accounted for a small half, almost one or two hundred.

However, after Xuankong showed such a hand just now, a small number of people who originally bet on Muto no began to waver in their hearts, thinking that he was still more powerful.

Then I saw these people running to bet in a hurry.

After witnessing the strength of these two people, those who have not yet placed bets immediately go to bet, and those who have already placed bets have also temporarily changed the objects of betting.

There are still thirty minutes of warm-up time before the official start of the war.

In the past twenty minutes, the two people in the iron cage have warmed up first, after all, it will be a life-and-death battle, and they must not be sloppy, and everyone in the audience will bet and the like.

"Virtuous son-in-law, in your opinion, which of these two do you think will win?"

Liu Siming naturally brought Chen Yufeng over for this purpose, knowing that he was a martial arts person, he must be accurate in looking at people.

"Bet on the Shaolin warrior monk to win. ”

Chen Yufeng said casually.

"Are you sure? Father-in-law, I'm betting 20 million on this one. ”

"I said he won, and he has to win. ”

Chen Yufeng just said so.

"Okay, yes. ”

Liu Siming knew that Chen Yufeng was powerful, and his son-in-law said so, what were he afraid of.

ran over on the spot and bet 20 million.

Obstruct--

At half past twelve in the morning, with the beating of war drums, the life-and-death battle between the god-killing god Muto no and the demon monk Xuankong in the iron cage officially began.

There are no rules, just kick your opponent down.

The smell of gunpowder between the two was already very strong, and as soon as the war drums sounded, there was no superfluous nonsense, and they fought together in an instant...

The more than 500 spectators in the audience held their breath and watched the battle with wide eyes, for fear of missing a wonderful moment, although the picture would be a little bloody and cruel, but it could not scare these people.

It can arouse the blood in these people's bodies even more...