"Oh God, this black man is so powerful, I can't believe he's killed so many beasts. ”

"Don't worry, the boxing stadium will not deceive people, it will be announced after the investigation is clear, just like the Demon King, if the information is lacking, just say it directly, let us judge for ourselves, this time I bet on the Black Panther!"

"Yes, the panther is very powerful at first sight, and I bet on the panther too!"

"I ...... Let's believe in the Demon King, I'll bet $1,000!"

In the midst of the discussion, five minutes passed quickly, and the amount of bets on Mu Qingcheng rose to $8.5 million, and those who bet on Black Panthers reached 100.5 million, with odds of 1 to 4.2!

According to the regulations of the organizers, the income of the fighters is divided into two parts: appearance fee and commission.

The appearance fee is divided into grades, 200,000 US dollars per game, and doubled for every 10 games, according to this calculation, starting from the 91st game, the appearance fee is only 2 million US dollars, and it is far from enough to repay the 300 million huge debt of Karina's family alone, so the achievement is very important, and the player can get a 5% commission on the amount of the bet, and the more people who bet, the higher the income.

Looking at the dismal bet amount, Mu Qingcheng's face turned pale!

The panther also received a lot of flowers, and after putting the flowers down, he raised his middle finger and smiled disdainfully: "Little white face, the audience's eyes are bright!"

"That's because they're blind!" Mu Qingcheng raised his middle finger at the surrounding audience without showing weakness!

"It's too much!"

"MD, what's wrong with not betting on him?"

"Black Panther, come on!"

The audience booed discontentedly.

After a while, there was a "bang!", the gong sounded, and the game began.

The black panther stretched out his five fingers, slowly clenched them into a fist, smiled coldly at Mu Qingchengsen, and pounced like a leopard!

Black people have long legs and high hips, large stride, among the black, white and yellow people, the yellow people have the lowest crotch and the shortest legs, and they can't run black and white people congenitally, which has nothing to do with physical explosiveness, it is purely a congenital deficiency, the black panther did not deliberately urge, and the ordinary step is a two-meter stride, surrounding Mu Qingcheng left and right, forward and backward, really like a flexible leopard, waiting for the opportunity to attack.

Even if this style of play is extremely physically demanding, but it is difficult to capture the true body of the black panther if you change others, the spirit must be tense, and the consumption of energy is greater, but Mu Qingcheng has divine sense, he was inexperienced in the previous game, and he did not open his divine sense, this time with the sound of the gong, he opened the divine sense, under the divine consciousness, the black panther's body shape and the transformation of virtual and real are extremely clear, and he can't get a minute.

'Compare the body?' Mu Qingcheng smiled coldly, his footsteps slipped, and he threw a punch into the air!

The panther suddenly froze, and this punch sealed his path, and if he didn't change direction, his lower abdomen would automatically send him up and take a punch.

He hurriedly turned to the side and flashed to the left, and Mu Qingcheng punched in the air again, this punch still blocked the route of the black panther.

"How did you do that?"

One punch can be regarded as a fluke, but two punches are definitely not a fluke, the panther jerked back several meters, and asked in shock.

"How stupid does it have to be for someone to ask such a stupid question? You just rely on your body to be flexible, but if you run into me, you are unlucky!" Mu Qingcheng smiled strangely, and then groaned loudly: "Ten thousand hates, hatred is at the end of the world!"

A monstrous hatred suddenly rose, and the audience was cold, and the black panther was also like meeting a natural enemy, the cold hair exploded, and his heart was filled with an unspeakable fear!

Yang Lao changed color and said, "How is it possible?"

Mr. Ma felt furious in his heart, and couldn't help asking, "Old Yang, what's the matter?"

Yang Lao said solemnly: "This kid is not simple, he actually integrates the artistic conception of ancient poetry into martial arts, his first word should be Wen Tingyun's "Dream Jiangnan", ten million hate, hatred is extremely at the end of the world, straight out of the word hate, ten million straight through the next sentence, full of resentment gushing out, saying that there are tens of millions of hatred, which shows that the amount of hatred is endless, it seems to be repeated and scattered, and there are countless generalities, although there are thousands of hates, but the hatred is only at the end of the world.

This son is a genius with words. “

Mr. Ma stared straight at Mu Qingcheng, his eyes flashing again.

Milan also asked: "Sofia, do you understand what's going on?"

Sophia shook her head: "I don't understand, even I can't understand what Mu Qingcheng reads, Miss Milan, I think we should learn Chinese." “

Agnes was a strange light in her beautiful eyes in an instant, and she actually muttered in Chinese: "Ten thousand hate, hatred is extremely at the end of the world, the mountains and the moon don't know what is in their hearts, the water and wind are empty and the flowers in front of the eyes, swaying the blue clouds!"

In the eyes of little Rockefeller, Agnes had always been detached from the world and did not show much interest in anything, and this was the first time he saw Agnes fascinated, and a very uncomfortable feeling welled up in his heart.

In the boxing ring, the black panther knew that he had to take the initiative to attack, otherwise he would be affected by this strange artistic conception, and his will to fight would only become weaker and weaker.

This kick was fast and accurate, there was no way to dodge, Mu Qingcheng grabbed it, and at the moment when he was about to catch it, the black panther leg shrank, rotated with his waist force, and punched Mu Qingcheng's heart!

This punch is similar to a sneak attack, and it is also his proud move, many masters are folded under this punch, but unfortunately, Mu Qingcheng has a sense of consciousness and is aware of his various movements, so he shrank his right shoulder back, and then pushed, and hit straight away with a punch!

"Bang!", at the place where the two fists clashed, a large splash of water splashed, the black panther trembled, and couldn't help but take two steps back, but Mu Qingcheng only took one step back, and the white fog around him was filled!

One of Yang Lao's disciples lost his voice and said: "This black man is crazy, he will use dark energy when he comes up, and use it once or twice, but I'm afraid he won't even be able to lift his legs." ”

Yang Lao explained: "You don't understand, the black panther can't get rid of the influence of the artistic conception, the more it drags on, the more unfavorable it is for him, he can only take action to see life and death, he is forced." “

Another disciple asked, "Master, do you see that man's method of dissolving the dark energy is so peculiar, is it used to dissolve the inner strength? Is there really internal strength in the world? What is his principle?"

"Hey~~ The teacher is not a person in this way, how do you know!" Yang Lao sighed regretfully and continued to look.

What does it feel like to be in the dark?

In addition to the strength of several times that of ordinary fist and foot attacks, there is also a huge heat that comes along the strength of the body, this heat is the heat accumulated by the opponent's locked pores, like a volcanic steam, as if to make the blood boil and evaporate, Mu Qingcheng suddenly burst into a demonic attack, dissolved layer by layer, 48,000 pores were fully opened, and the heat poured out, and the white mist that diffused made him look like a man among the gods.

Looking at the black panther again, after the dark energy has passed, there is a bit of a slump.

After all, with the dark energy pouring out, in addition to the heat, there is also their own spirit, martial arts masters make moves, usually will not easily send dark energy, if you can't hit the opponent, the result will be like a black panther, there will be a time of weakness.

Of course, a real master has a lot of savings, and it is impossible to be weak even if he sends several dark energies, but obviously, the panther is not.

Mu Qingcheng naturally wouldn't miss it, and after retreating, he immediately attacked wildly, not giving the panther a chance to recover.

"Shan Yue doesn't know what's going on in her heart, and the water and wind are empty and the flowers in front of you!"

These two sentences explain the depth of his hatred from the side, like the ripples of the wind sweeping across the water, like the colorful chaos of flowers falling with the wind, and like the ethereal blur of white clouds swaying in the sky, and the abstract hatred becomes vivid and palpable.

Mu Qingcheng's fist momentum is like these two words, extremely chaotic and turbulent, and it is impossible to predict it in advance, because every punch and kick is spontaneous, different from the ordinary number of punches and feet, and the black panther has not recovered from weakness, so he can only protect the vital point, trying to block with his arms and elbows.

All of a sudden, there was a bang, Mu Qingcheng opened and closed, fighting around the black panther, the magic power penetrated into the black panther through his fists and feet, accumulating into a lot, destroying his meridians, dozens of punches passed, the black panther's fist gradually dispersed, and he and Dao would be consumed alive if he continued like this, suddenly with a loud roar, ignoring Mu Qingcheng's fist, his head was lowered, his legs kicked heavily, and he hit straight like a cannonball!

This was his desperate blow, he was hit, and if he didn't die, he was seriously injured, and many people held their breath for a moment and watched nervously.

"Swaying blue clouds!"

Mu Qingcheng's body swinged, narrowly avoiding the pitch-black head, his arm flicked again, and he slashed down with one palm, with a click, hitting the panther's neck and breaking the neck bone on the spot!