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Shangguan Huo returned to his luxurious office, changed his flattering face as soon as he entered the door, and said to Yuan Zidan, who was sitting on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed: "Danye, it's really good for me to be able to appreciate your face this time, you can rest assured, 1 million will be paid to your account immediately!"

"Hmm!" Yuan Zidan snorted softly with an expressionless face, as if he didn't care about this little money at all. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He looked at the white wall with misty eyes, revealing a trace of confusion and worry, as if he had a lot on his mind.

His hair is very short, but the bridge of his nose is very high, and his face is hard and clear, even if he sits on the sofa, he looks like a devouring beast, and his whole body reveals the smell of iron and blood.

As an underground boxer who has won all battles, he not only has ruthlessness, but also murderous energy.

Some people may compare the lethality of professional boxers with underground fighters, but there is no comparison at all, and a second-rate black market boxing champion can easily kill a world-class boxing champion in a matter of minutes.

What's more, a top domestic black boxing champion like Yuan Zidan is not an exaggeration to say that he is a murderous weapon.

After all, boxers in formal occasions are bound by subtle rules, and when they meet underground fighters who do everything, it is really a show, and it is unreasonable to meet soldiers.

It can be seen from Shangguanhuo's trembling performance that he is so afraid of Yuan Zidan in front of him, and this time he was able to invite the latter over to show his face, and it was only because the backstage boss in Kyoto spoke reluctantly.

Shangguan Huo is also the number one person in the underground forces in Tianzhou City, although he does not mix with the underworld and only concentrates on taking care of his boxing ring, but no one dares to underestimate him.

But such a person didn't even dare to breathe out when he stood in front of Yuan Zidan.

"That, Danye, it's your turn to play soon!"

"Hmm!" Yuan Zidan was still tepid, and his eyes didn't roll.

Shangguan Huo laughed awkwardly a few times and gently withdrew.

"Hurry up and get ready, let the tanks play, make a bigger noise!" he walked out of the office and commanded his men in a cold voice.

The audience already knows the two sides of the next matchup, tank vs. Yuan Zidan.

Although many people have heard of Yuan Zidan's name, rumors must be rumors, no one has seen the actual combat with their own eyes, and many people still think that the victory rate of tanks is greater.

Tank has always been the winning general of the Tianzhou City Underground Boxing Tournament, with 86 consecutive victories and 47 kills of opponents.

Because he is bloody enough and brutal enough, every time his opponent is directly killed by a knee hit and a headshot, that kind of bloody scene is not something ordinary people can bear, but it makes these rich people crazy.

This kind of competition, only after watching it up close, will you understand that life is the least valuable thing for black market fighters.

"Tank, tank, tank!" was already loud and loud like a tsunami from the audience.

The reason why the tank is called a tank is because of its extremely strong physique, like a land tank that crushes everything. This figure alone is enough to attract the attention of many people.

If the opponent doesn't have a certain amount of attack power, even if you hit him, I'm afraid it's almost like tickling.

Tank, who didn't know whether it was excitement or fear, turned red, and he waved his fist: "Kill!" was the slogan he shouted every time he played.

Screaming slogans with all his might, a simple word for killing, represents death and killing.

The tank was using this roaring atmosphere and hysterical shouting to boost his fighting spirit, and now he felt that even if Yuan Zidan stood in front of him, he could blow it up with one punch.

The host has already run to the stage, and he seems to be more excited than anyone else: "The invincible tank is already eager to try, next, we invite Yuan Zidan, who is called the 'killing machine', to play!"

"Yuan Zidan, killing machine?" Chen Qi, who was sitting drowsy on the side, suddenly heard this name, his eyes flashed, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but make a funny arc.

The cheers gradually subsided, and all eyes were quietly waiting for the appearance of the legendary No. 1 master of Kyoto's underground boxing.

After a full five minutes, just when there was almost a riot in the audience, Yuan Zidan walked out belatedly.

His steps were calm, without the tension before the life-and-death battle, as if he was just going to a friend's banquet with ease, not in a hurry.

Someone muttered softly, this kid is too arrogant, doesn't he think he doesn't put tanks in his eyes?

Although the tank standing on the stage was faintly afraid in his heart, his face was already a little unbearable, and Yuan Zidan's performance was a naked contempt for him.

The tank made up his mind with gloomy eyes that even if he died, he would make the other party pay a heavy price.

The tank was able to win 86 games in a row, not by luck, but by strong strength as a backing, and the will of the beast that would never admit defeat.

Yuan Zidan walked lightly on the stage, and in a short way, he walked for a full minute, and if he could be given a yellow card for a negative game in an official boxing match.

The audience burst into applause, obviously dissatisfied with his attitude.

It's a pity that Yuan Zidan didn't care about other people's opinions at all, he just said lightly to the tank with an expressionless face: "I promised Shangguan Huo not to kill you!" The implication is that if you don't kill you, it doesn't mean that you can leave standing up.

A sentence that was lighter than walking immediately ignited the tank's fiery anger.

"It's not certain who kills whom!" Tank gritted his teeth, his eyes shining fiercely.

The referee had already smelled the strong smell of gunpowder and nervously announced: "Our rule is that there are no rules until one side falls!

In an inconspicuous place under the stage sat a gorgeously dressed middle-aged man, holding a cigar in his mouth, and said with a smile: "Wu Guang, how many moves do you think this tank can support?"

The young man sitting next to him was dressed very strangely, with a bunch of red stripes tied to his head, his face lines were very three-dimensional, like a sculpture, and he was only wearing a short black shoulder, and his knotted muscles were like steel wires twisted together, which was terrifying.

He was silent for three seconds, and then slowly spoke: "Three moves!"

The competition on the stage has begun.

The tank shook his arm, the bones all over his body crackled violently, and he had to go all out in the face of Yuan Zidan to have a chance.

"Ahh This is his famous 'Arhat Chong Boxing', and it is easy to open the monument and crack the stone.

Yuan Zidan clasped his hands behind his back, as if he didn't see the fist that was about to arrive in front of him, and just made a slight movement to raise his toes.

The next moment, a whip shadow was thrown out with a mark that was difficult to catch with the naked eye.

"Bang!" As soon as the tank's fist was halfway through, his body flew out sideways as if it had been hit by a real tank, and then rolled to the ground and stopped moving.

The cheers of the audience stopped abruptly, and the changes on the stage were so fast that they were even faster than they thought.

"Is this the end?" said one viewer rubbing their eyes.

"It's so strong!"

"That's amazing!"

The cigar in the middle-aged man's hand shook, and the cigarette ash fell all over his body.

The young man known as Wu Guang, his pupils shrank suddenly, and a surging battle intent emanated from his body: "I haven't seen him for three months, he has become stronger again!"

"That's interesting! Don't worry, it's not the time for you to duel him!" the middle-aged man smiled, and an inexplicable meaning flashed in his eyes.

I all know that Yuan Zidan is strong, but I didn't expect it to be so strong, one move to KO the tank, this is still the result of the pre-game statement to show mercy to his subordinates. Otherwise, if that kick is kicked in the head, it will be terrible to think about, and it is very likely that the tank's head will be blown off like a watermelon.

Chen Qi smiled and nodded: "Yes, it's progressed!" WeChat search "Kujiang.com", pay attention to the name of the later work, and read the full text of the genuine version for free!

(This is an addition to the 200 Devil Fruits)