"I suspect that the polar bear will stand still and let that kid fight, that kid will be tired and panting, really, this is the biggest disparity I've ever seen, there is no doubt that the polar bear wins, but I don't understand, how dare that kid come up, isn't he afraid of death?"

"yes, I can't think of any reason other than that he wants to taste what it's like to be abused to death, and I'm betting on a polar bear!"

"Oh, what a strong man, I'm sure to bring me unparalleled happiness, waiter, waiter, help me send me a bouquet of flowers to a polar bear, the note reads: 4132 will give you $10,000 to spend the night with you!"

A lady in her forties couldn't bear it anymore and beckoned to the service staff.

A bouquet of flowers is 1,000 US dollars, and the boxing ring draws 50%, and only by sending flowers can you be eligible to hand a note to the boxer.

"I'll send three bouquets, and I'll pay $30,000 to spend the night with polar bears!"

'Five bunches, fifty thousand dollars!'

Not only stopping at this, but also several noble ladies sent flowers to the polar bear as if they were comparing, expressing a strong spring breeze once wished, the polar bear was full of flowers in his arms, kept sending flying kisses to the stage, and also picked a little thumbs up to Mu Qingcheng, and then pressed down violently!

"Oh, oh!"

"Polar bear, polar bear!"

Suddenly, there were bursts of cheers on the stage, and many people waved their fists and shouted loudly, like crazy demons, they understood Mu Qingcheng's appearance as a bloody feast presented by the organizers, and it was an appetizer before the official competition.

At this time, the rich male voice rose again: "Please be quiet, now I will introduce to you the basic situation of the two players."

Polar Bear, a Russian, graduated from the Siberian training camp three years ago with the first place, threw himself into the Syrian battlefield, killed more than 500 terrorists, and was awarded the Damascus Lifetime Medal of Honor by Assad himself.

The fighter is characterized by strong strength, rich martial arts experience, tenacity of will, and strong fighting spirit, no matter how strong his opponent, he can always fight until the last moment.

Demon King, Chinese, professional student, no other information, zero results in the boxing field.

Now the five-minute bet begins, please place your bets!"

The bunny girl and the waiter hold the bettor and shuttle through the stands on each floor, among which the waiter is a handsome guy, specially serving single ladies, and the boxes on the first and second floors can place bets automatically without the need for people.

The numbers on the big screen began to flicker non-stop, and the amount of money under the name of the polar bear continued to rise, while the name of Mu Qingcheng was always zero.

Yang Lao carefully looked at the two people in the field, placed a bet of 100,000 US dollars in the name of the demon king, and then turned his head and asked, "Mr. Ma, what about you?"

Mr. Ma smiled bitterly: "Although I sympathize with that kid, but business is business, betting is betting, to be honest, I am not optimistic about him, even if I bet on him, he can't get this money, so I bet on polar bears!"

After saying that, a hundred thousand dollars were placed in the name of the polar bear.

"Huh? Someone actually bet on this kid, isn't it panicked because of the extra money?" Some people found out that under the name of the demon king, there were more than 100,000 US dollars, and they turned their heads to look around, wanting to see who would be so stupid.

"$1.1 million, and someone gave him another million dollars!"

"Who the hell is it?"

Many people inquired around, and those who were inquired said they didn't know.

In the box on the first floor, the man known as Little Rockefeller turned his head and asked, "Agnes, who do you think I should go?" “

Agnes said lightly: "I only chat with you and don't give any advice." “

"I'm sorry, I was abrupt, but I made a rare comment on him, and I bet on him, so what. Little Rockefeller shrugged his shoulders apologetically and gave the Demon King a million!

With the end of this bet, the five-minute betting time ended, the demon king had a bet of 2.1 million US dollars, and the name of the polar bear had 98 million US dollars, almost breaking 100 million, but what Mu Qingcheng did not understand was that the difference of nearly 50 times was 1 to 12.3.

Sophia also said: "Miss Milan, every time I don't understand how this odds are calculated. ”

Milan chuckled softly: "You don't understand, it's right, the odds calculation is very complicated, and it is not completely determined by the bet amount, in short, the boxing stadium can not lose money, but also to ensure stable income, so it is not welcome to bet too much difference in the game, which means risk, so for this kind of game, the boxing stadium will try to narrow the difference in odds within a reasonable range, of course, I don't know the specific calculation formula." “

"I see!"

Sophia nodded and looked at the ring.

A tall referee appeared on the sidelines, and said with a cold face: "This game is a no-rule fight, no time limit, weapons and protective gear are not allowed, with the goal of completely knocking down the opponent, before the end of the fight, the fighter is not allowed to leave the ring, if anyone deliberately delays time, they will face severe punishment from the organizers, start now!"

As he spoke, there was a loud bang, and the referee struck the gong violently.

The polar bear had one arm and a golden cloak falling down, and then a flexible hollow somersault volleyed over the railing as high as one and a half meters, and stood firmly in the center of the ring.

"Chic!"

"Polar bears will win!"

"Polar bear, I love you!"

There was an uproar in the room.

Mu Qingcheng walked over slowly, lifted the thick hemp rope around the railing in a decent manner, stretched out one foot first, then leaned out, and honestly drilled in.

"Grass!"

"Day!"

"MD, can he punch or not?"

The audience booed.

Sophia smiled bitterly, "Miss Milan, this is probably the ugliest entrance ceremony ever." “

In box No. 1, Rockefeller Jr. made the same opinion, but Agnes said noncommittally: "I only saw composure in his eyes, maybe he didn't care about other people's opinions, and he didn't bother to please the audience with fancy moves." “

I hope you're right, this might be an interesting Chinese person. Little Rockefeller spread his hands out, and his eyes showed a look of deep thought.

In the boxing ring, the polar bear couldn't help it, pointed at Mu Qingcheng and laughed: "Boy, you commit suicide, you can suffer less!"

Mu Qingcheng clenched his fists with both hands: "Don't talk nonsense, let's start!"

"Die!"

Polar bear punches in the chest!

This punch is completely different from boxing, it seems to be a combination of sanda, karate, and military fighting techniques and other pure fighting martial arts, just from the boxing momentum, Mu Qingcheng instantly deduced three subsequent changes.

Moreover, the polar bear's moves are sophisticated, it seems to be real and imaginary, it seems to be turbulent, but it retains three points of strength, and it is by no means as reckless as he shows, and he is worthy of being a character from the Siberian training camp, and he is also worthy of having withstood the test of blood and fire on the Syrian battlefield.

Mu Qingcheng believes that even if Kelly falls against the polar bear, she will suffer, but unfortunately, the polar bear has met him, and his Heavenly Demon Skill has advanced to the second order!

In the box on the second floor, a disciple asked, "Master, how is this polar bear?"

Yang Lao said lightly: "He has survived until now because he has not met a master." ”

As soon as Yang Lao's comment fell, Mu Qingcheng slipped his footsteps, turned sideways to meet him, didn't care about the bowl-sized fist at all, swiped his palm and cut in, right under the ribs of the polar bear, and in an instant, the magic power exploded, and he pushed violently!

"Boom!"

This palm was like a muffled thunderbolt, and the polar bear's fist grazed the tip of Mu Qingcheng's nose, but he himself was spurting blood, and he hit the thick hemp rope on the sidelines upside down, bounced back, and fell heavily on the hard granite ground!