The fat man bet 100,000, the big head considered it, and bet 200,000 to support his brother, plus a few small bets that were lazy and lazy, the bets on the gangster added up to less than 500,000, and the bets on the Russian boxer were more than 7 million.

Compared to the number of gamblers of more than 300 people, more than 8 million is actually not much, after all, this is the first challenge, and people are still relatively conservative in betting.

The bastard looked frizzy, but when he stepped into the ring, the entire arena suddenly became extremely quiet.

At the same time, the expression of the confident Russian fighter also became solemn.

The two are similar in size, and even in muscles, the difference is that one is Caucasian and the other is yellow.

The two of them stood in the ring, their expressions were unusually cold, obviously, both of them had a feeling of meeting opponents in chess.

The atmosphere became inexplicably oppressive.

Tian Hong sighed.

"What are you sighing about?" The fat man, who was staring at the ring, couldn't help but ask.

"You're going to lose." Tian Hong said lightly.

"Why?" The fat man didn't seem to take winning or losing seriously at all, and asked curiously.

Tian Hong shook his head and did not speak, this kind of judgment, in addition to intuition, is also a kind of quite large statistics, that Russian boxer is a Russian national boxer, although he is a retired boxer, but it also proves that his combat experience is quite rich.

On the other hand, the gangster under the big head is only good at street fighting, although he has learned "Wei Ergang", but the time is still short, the practice is not enough, in this kind of competition, it is difficult to occupy an obvious advantage.

Combined with all kinds of data, the probability of a mixed bag is more than 80%.

Of course, for Tian Hong, data is only auxiliary information, and it is more based on intuitive judgment.

It's moving!

Just as Tian Hong was thinking, the ring moved.

The first to move was the fierce thug, who took the experience of street brawls to the extreme.

The first strike is strong, and the last strike suffers!

The gangsters did not have formal combat training, and a lunge stepped over, and a swing fist smashed directly into the root of the Russian boxer's ear, the fist wind whirred, the momentum was terrifying, and this punch smashed down, I was afraid that my head would be smashed.

"Peng!"

Sure enough, as Tian Hong guessed, ginger is old and spicy! The Russian fighter came first, with a left hand, blocking the thunderous punch; The right hand slammed into the thug's chest, and the big fist slammed into the solid chest, making a muffled thud.

Under such a heavy blow, the thug actually flew upside down in the air and fell to the ground hard.

There was a burst of boos from the audience, and people couldn't imagine that this gangster couldn't stop a single move.

"Get up for Lao Tzu!" Big Head stood in his chair and yelled.

"Phew!"

Just when people were disappointed, the thug actually stood up on his back, spit out a mouthful of bloody spit, and actually strode towards the Russian boxer, with an unruly look on his face, looking extremely arrogant.

The Russian fighter knocked out his opponent with a punch, and instead of showing a happy expression on his face, he became more and more solemn, and a pair of fists were raised in front to protect the important parts of his body.

Only he knows how much power he has with that heavy punch just now, and even a professional fighter can't withstand that heavy punch.

The strength of the opponent made him feel a huge pressure, and this gangster who didn't seem to know the art of fighting seemed to contain a strange power in his body, and he could feel the strength of this power.

"Old Maozi, come on, let you know that there are heroes in our C City!"

The thug smiled evilly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and strode towards the Russian boxer, when he was less than five meters away, his body accelerated impressively, and he flew up and kicked the Russian boxer's small stomach, the action was fast and ruthless.

This action, if it is a street fight, is definitely a hundred trials, but unfortunately, he is facing a professional boxer, a boxer who has undergone rigorous training and has rich fighting experience.

This kick is doomed to be fruitless!

The Russian boxer's body was extremely light and gave way sideways, but the thug was like a tireless machine, kicking wildly in the way of street fighting, and this kind of undisciplined beating forced the Russian fighter to retreat left and right.

Inexplicably, people felt an eerie atmosphere.

It stands to reason that the gangster's attack was full of flaws, but the Russian player was beaten to the point where he could only parry.

The audience can't see why, but the Russian boxer knows that this vulgar Chinese gangster is like taking an aphrodisiac, and his crazy kicks can't actually cause harm, because the unstructured blow is not worth mentioning for a professional fighter like him, but because the opponent's speed is too fast, those flaws seem insignificant......

The Russian fighter is completely in a position of being beaten, struggling to hold on.

"Hehe, I'm going to win, that's the benefit of being small." The fat man glanced at Tian Hong triumphantly.

Tian Hong smiled slightly and didn't argue, his eyes staring at the ring.

In fact, Tian Hong was still sure that the gangster would lose, but he was also secretly surprised, the speed of this gangster's cultivation of "Wei Ergang" surprised him, and he actually had a bit of a taste of horizontal kung fu.

The essence of the cultivation of "Wei Ergang" is to practice kung fu horizontally, the ability to resist blows, this gangster began to withstand that blow, which surprised Tian Hong, and now the gangster's performance is very good, but unfortunately, this gangster has not undergone systematic training, and failure is only a matter of time.

In fact, if Tian Hong knew that this gangster was the best among the hundreds of gangsters who cultivated "Wei Ergang", he would not be surprised.

Things started to change in the ring.

The Russian fighter seemed to have mastered the rhythm of the thug's brawl and began to fight back in an orderly manner.

From this moment on, the challenge began to get miserable.

Russian fighters don't attack easily, but every attack hits the gangster's face, and the skin is open and blood is flying.

The gangster's ability to resist blows is terrifying, his face was beaten to a bloody blur and he is still frantically counterattacking, in this counterattack, he can occasionally hit Russian fighters, although he does not pose a threat to Russian fighters, but he pulls the game to **, many gamblers who bet on Russian fighters applaud and shout desperately for him......

As time went on, the Russian fighter was able to get faster and faster, and he was in complete control of the pace of the fight, but he was never able to knock out his opponent with the heavy punches he did at the beginning, because the thug was always close to him, and he couldn't pull the distance to deliver heavy punches.

It is precisely because he can't knock down with heavy punches that the whole battle looks unprecedentedly miserable, the gangster's teeth have been knocked out, the bridge of his nose has also been knocked out, and his ** upper body has been drenched in blood, but he is still fighting tenaciously.

Inexplicably, people want to end this game sooner, including those who bet on this gangster.

"Peng!"

Eventually, the idea came true, and the Russian fighter was already in a panic, spotting an open block and knocking the thug to the ground with a heavy punch.

"One!"

"Two!"

"Three!"

……

The short referee immediately knelt down beside the thug and shouted the numbers.

"If it's a man, stand up for me!" The big hair roared wildly, and the green veins on his face bulged like a devouring beast.

"Eight!"

"Nine!"

The referee's counting voice suddenly became slow, people's hearts beat wildly, and at the moment when the big head roared, the suppressed blood in people's hearts suddenly became boiling.

Stand up!

Stand up!

Stand up!

People's eyes were fixed on the thugs who had fallen in the ring, and they were silently thinking in their hearts.

It seemed that people's willpower had worked, and the thug moved his body when the referee counted to nine, and then, in fact, he staggered and stood up tremblingly.

"Boss, I'm sorry ......"

"Peng!"

The thug struggled to his feet, opened his bloody mouth, said a word, and then, like a stake, fell straight down, fainting.

"Papapapa......" A thunderous applause rang out, not for the Russian boxer, but for the fallen thugs, and even the people sitting in the first row put aside their reserve and applauded desperately.

There seems to be a nerve throbbing in people's hearts, and all the people sitting here are the characters of C City, but at this moment, they are infected by the unyielding spirit of this gangster.

The Russian fighter in the ring walked over to the thug and bowed deeply.

Undoubtedly, this gangster is a worthy opponent, and he knows very well that this gangster can easily defeat him with a little training.

Defeating someone who doesn't know how to fight is not something to be proud of.

At this time, many people began to regret not sending their capable men to fight, but it was too late to regret it, and if they wanted to play, they had to wait for the next challenge.

The thugs were carried down by the paramedics, and the No. 3 and No. 4 fighters went on stage.

No. 3 is a black man of about 1.8 meters, and No. 4 is an American with a big waist and a round waist.

The host didn't introduce much to the two, this kind of competition is more of a naked competition and gambling, and unlike the challenge, people don't care about the background of the fighters at all.

After the last match, this one looked boring, but there were still a lot of bettors, and there was not a lot of interest in the ring, and people were looking forward to the next challenge.

In five minutes, the black man was victorious, and one of the white man's legs was broken alive, and looking at the black man's fierce appearance, the two seemed to have a common hatred.

It wasn't until the end, when they heard the palpitating sound of broken bones, that people were shocked to wake up that this was not an exhibition match, but a brutal underground boxing match.

"Awesome!" When the second round was over, the fat man came back to his senses and gave a thumbs up to Asada Hong with an admiring expression.

Tian Hong smiled and nodded, took a sip of tea elegantly, and glanced at the crazy big head, the big head seemed to have sensed, and his restless mood became much quieter, nodded to Tian Hong, and sat down on the chair again, but there were still some signs of fidgeting.

The festival started again, and the atmosphere became lively.

The organizers sent a white boxer, one meter nine tall and weighing one hundred and eighty-five kilograms, it was impossible to tell whether it was muscle or fat at all, and the curly golden hair made him look particularly strong, and when he grinned, the yellow teeth that were exposed made people sick.

Seeing this giant like a mountain appear, the gamblers couldn't help but gasp, and the boxers who were eager to try it all retreated......

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ps:**Coming soon, I hope the red ticket will come like a storm......