Even though Ye Guyun's figure has completely disappeared from the fighting arena, many viewers still haven't come back to their senses. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's over?what's going on?what's going on?

The astonishing outcome and even more astonishing process plunged them into extreme confusion.

It was the figure clearly lying in the fighting arena and the extremely arrogant and exaggerated laughter in the audience that completely woke up the group.

Jossack lay on the stiff ground of the arena with his limbs stretched out like a "big" character, blood streaming from his mouth and nose, and his square nose, which looked like a lion's nose, was now squarer, no doubt because the bridge of his nose had collapsed. His eyes were closed, his body was limp like mud, and if it weren't for the one or two convulsions that sprung up from time to time, he would have thought that the lion-headed man had been killed like this.

Apparently, he was in a coma and will be in a coma for a long time.

What is even more obvious is that he lost, and the defeat was crisp and unbelievable.

Yes, it's incredible, all the spectators, except for one guy who was laughing maniacally, would not have imagined that the process and outcome of this game would be like this. In their opinion, Jossac, who has won four consecutive victories and whose strength is obvious to all, and who is better than the nameless opponent in terms of size, strength, speed, explosiveness, and even skill, is almost impossible to lose, and the result of losing in one round like the one in front of him is really ...... How different from the Arabian Nights?

It's just one round......

Don't you want to exaggerate......

Frank's arrogance was perfectly countered by everyone's jaw-dropping, and he was laughing in an extremely pompous tone.

"Ha~ha!Win money~~!Win money~~!Win money~~!Ha~Hahaha!Have you won?Come on~!Who! Silver jackals, right? Lose money! Lose money! Oh, no! I have to study the odds carefully, I have to calculate how much I have earned...... Ha~ha!No matter, it's so cool~~!!"

While laughing, he also twisted his deformed and rounded body, doing a series of exaggerated dance moves, which was very "angry".

Maybe Frank really has a good talent for comedy, his performance is really quite exciting, the tone is in place, the action is coordinated, very infectious, in short, people want to beat him up.

The recovering audience gave the vulgar nouveau riche unkind looks, hateful, contemptuous, and jealous curses - so cute! Frank replied to him with a smile like a boiled pig's head, and made everyone grit their teeth with anger.

"I just like your angry and helpless look~!"

Ye Guyun and Luo Qi returned to the stone room together. Ye Guyun was very calm as always, but the corners of his slightly upturned mouth still vividly showed his joy of victory - fortunately, this guy has not yet fallen to the point of being a weirdo. Compared with him, who was holding (sao), Luo Qi, who was a bystander, was even more excited and excited, along the way, the eldest young master of the Duke's Mansion was like a curious child, pulling Ye Guyun to ask various questions one after another.

"Ye, you're amazing!"

"It's fine. ”

"That guy's level is too inferior!"

"Well, it's okay. ”

"Who is stronger between him and Gomez? He shouldn't be as good as Gomez, right?"

"He's stronger, it's just about his fists and kicks. ”

"Why didn't you even make it through a round?"

"He was careless......"

......

The two quickly returned to their original positions and began to "wait for the vicissitudes of life and melancholy" again.

For Ye Guyun's safe return of victory, the others in the stone room only felt a little surprised, and there was no other reaction. Underground boxing is a difficult and unpredictable industry, and the underground boxing ring is a rich place for all kinds of dark horses, and from time to time one or two new faces will emerge that can overturn the famous and strong. And when this new face gradually becomes another famous and strong person, it is likely that the new face will be knocked to the ground and repeat the mistakes of the predecessors. There are too many such examples, and those who still dare to mix in this industry are naturally familiar with it.

Seriously, there is a certain amount of joy in the hearts of these people. Jossack, the fierce lion, was a very troublesome existence for them, and although he was not feared when faced with him, no one did not need to weigh it carefully, and now that he was accidentally killed, it was definitely a good thing. And Ye Guyun's face began to be secretly remembered by some people.

The fighters in the stone chamber always leave in pairs, and soon return alone. Of course, there will be times when two people return together, either staggering or lying weakly. But no matter whether it was one person or two people who returned, when they reappeared, they always had a blue nose and swollen face and bruises all over their bodies, and they looked very miserable. These injuries are necessary, and most of the fighters are just "practitioners" in the industry, and they need "fatal" injuries to please the audience, and many of them are even deliberately made by them - since the audience is addicted to this bite, they need to do their best to satisfy it, although this habit is a little perverted.

Scars, for this group of people, are not badges of honor, but only testimonies of profession.

There are only a few people who really come for the ethereal huge bounty or the more ethereal so-called challenge like Ye Guyun. It is easy to understand that these "minorities" will be the most vicious, the most unsparing, and the most unruly in the fighting arena, and therefore, they are also the most vulnerable group of people.

The so-called targeting is not only the joint plot of the "practitioners", but also a series of elaborate calculations from the organizers, that is, the group of gray men.

Just like just now, the confrontation between Jossack and Ye Guyun is a classic example of this kind of calculation, and the classic is that whoever wins will be in the best interests of the gray man who is the setter:

If Jossack, the semi-first-class favorite who was only deliberately manipulated by them to win four in a row, wins, it doesn't hurt to let him advance to the challenge, and the already "tired" audience needs a new explosion as a thrill, and the long-lost challenge is a good idea. Anyway, the end result was manageable - with Jossack's skills, he couldn't have won even one of the Challenger matches.

For the evaluation of the strength of each participant, as the long-term organizer and the biggest beneficiary of this event, the man in gray is naturally much more accurate than the other parties involved.

As for Ye Guyun, oh, Saphius in the gray-clothed man's account book, the idiot, the weirdo, and the hillbilly who clamored to fight 10 as soon as he came, really won the victory, and it was not bad. After all, the time has come for Jossack, who has been created, to end, and his end can also make the gray man who sits in the village make a lot of money! At the same time, through this competition, they can also have a preliminary understanding of the strength of Saphius, a "minority" of unknown origin who appeared for the first time, so that they can have a better next step.

It's safe to say that the purpose of designing this match has been fully achieved, although the strength of that Saphius is surprising. And it is precisely because of this that Ye Guyun is honored to be on the list of key concerns of the man in gray, in other words, he is going to be targeted. Of course, this kind of targeting is not to be a pure mastermind behind the scenes, trying to devise every possible way to resolutely prevent him from winning the ultimate victory - like the brain-dead villains in most dramas, but to study how to make every game of his game earn the most for his own organization.

Even if someone can defeat all their opponents, win the championship of the event, and have the name of enjoying the huge reward of 100,000 gold coins in the end, the man in gray may not turn against him. As long as the gray-clothed man can earn several, ten, or even a hundred times the income of 100,000 gold coins in the process of winning the championship, they don't mind giving this person a full bonus.

Fairness, commitment, generosity...... Bright and shiny tall hats like to be worn by the man in gray on his head—and no one would dislike them.

Of course, if the premise is a loss, everything has to be said separately.

In terms of mercenary, the man in gray has always done a perfect job.

In terms of Ye Guyun's next schedule, this principle is still followed. The people in gray arranged for Ye Guyun to be famous and powerful, and they all belonged to the "minority" that was considered to be more ferocious, rather than other favorites who were more famous but were only manipulated by themselves.

This is to take into account Ye Guyun's surprisingly strong strength, the people in gray don't want to let the one-sided situation like the first game happen again, as the organizers, they want their game to not only have gimmicks, but also exciting.

Although the selected players were all strong and better than the other, what happened next surprised the gray man again and again.

Ye Guyun's second opponent is a young martial artist with elven blood. Because of his bloodline, he has many obvious elven characteristics, such as slightly pointed ears, handsome appearance, bluish complexion, relatively thin body, and innate agility and speed beyond ordinary humans.

Reasonably, he's an agile fighter with an edge for agility and speed, and he's learned grappling skills with ease, aiming to push his talent to the limit. Moreover, this guy didn't know where to get a pair of magic boots that could multiply his movement speed for a certain amount of time, so his advantage was greatly enhanced by an incalculable amount.

An intuitive feeling is that when he decides to exert his best speed to circle around his opponent at high speed and wait for an opportunity, it is difficult for others to detect his figure with the naked eye.

When facing Ye Guyun, he did just that, which won an exclamation from the audience.

Then, there is no then.

Ye Guyun threw a punch towards a seemingly empty direction with an expressionless face, and the next moment, the figure of a half-elf fist suddenly appeared there. With a cry of pain and a volley of blood, the emaciated figure swept backwards. By the time the process of first making close contact with the ground, then rubbing it through a series of frictions, and finally stalling and halting, everyone could see his condition: he had been punched in the face, bleeding profusely, looking miserable, and the bridge of his nose was probably crooked, anyway, his handsome appearance looked a little awkward at the moment, and he could only lie quietly on the ground, not moving—no doubt, he had passed out in a deep coma.

Everyone was stunned!

Ye Guyun straightened the front of his black coat, and then calmly walked outside the fighting ring.

The third opponent is a Roshan.

His height is six feet, which is not too tall, but he is extremely strong, his shoulders are four feet wide, and his whole body is covered with bulging and knotted muscles, especially his limbs, which are as thick as stone pillars, exuding a barbaric and terrifying atmosphere.

If there is any disadvantage in terms of body size, it is that the limbs are shorter than his body, and even less than the proportions of ordinary people - this kind of short-handed, short-legged Wang Ba body shape is naturally not conducive to attacking. On the contrary, it is relatively conducive to defense (low center of gravity, stable lower handicap). In view of this, this guy has long since cut off the idea of working harder on offense, and he only pursues to give full play to his Wang Ba attribute to the extreme.

He's a defensive fighter.

His strategy in duels has always been defensive counter-attacking.

Defend solidly, then wait for an opportunity to counterattack.

His defenses have reached the extreme of what his body can achieve. The greatest function of that rock-like muscle, which has been painstakingly trained, is to resist blows -- to put it in layman's terms, it is called beating. The effect has always been perfect, and this guy has never been seriously injured in a fight.

Whether it's self-confidence or blindness, anyway, this guy will never take the initiative in the fight, always put on a defensive posture, focus on dealing with various attacks, and wait for the opponent to beat and show flaws, and then use the powerful power that comes with the terrifying muscles to win.

This time was no exception.

Ye Guyun expressed extreme helplessness about this. Regardless of his teasing, Wang Banan only knew how to arch his body, tense his muscles, and put his hands upright in front of his face, maintaining a strict defensive posture, and standing still. Obviously, he doesn't plan to move even one more step, unless, as an opponent, you have the ability to make him compromise. Compared with Ye Guyun's hook fingers, although this action looks very different, the meaning to be expressed is actually the same, which is nothing more than to inform the opponent:

You're going to beat me!

"So it can only be fulfilled!"

Ye Guyun walked briskly towards Wang Banan, stood still in front of him, no matter how he looked at it, he looked like he was going to talk cordially instead of waving his fists, and then suddenly moved.

The two whirring punches, powerful and fast, with wind and thunder, looked full of momentum, but they were just two false moves that were too realistic. Because it was too realistic, Wang Banan, who was focused on defense, firmly believed that these were two onslaughts, so he decisively removed the thick arms that were blocking in front of his face - it was better to resist with his hands than with other parts, he planned so.

And then, and then there was no more......

The arms that had been removed from the ground could not touch anything, but the exposed face door was really hit in the next moment: just a punch, another punch, a familiar punch.

Ye Guyun punched his opponent in the face again......

If there is a difference, there is. This time, he used a little more internal strength, and he also used defense-breaking tricks such as fighting cattle across the mountain-Ye Guyun was afraid that he would not be able to knock down this extraordinarily strong opponent with outstanding defense with just one punch, so he deliberately added a little more doorway, the effect is very good, but ordinary people can't see it.

Clapping his hands, Ye Guyun stood still, tilted his head and glanced at the other party, only to see that Wang Banan still maintained his original posture, not moving at all, but there was an extra fist mark on his face, and blood was coming out of his nostrils. Ye Guyun smiled, he stretched out a finger and gently touched the other party's chest, and then, the entire Roshan followed the momentum, straight upright, and fell down with a bang.

Ye Guyun straightened the front of his black coat, and then calmly walked outside the fighting ring.