Sizzle~~~~!

In the audience, Frank took a deep breath of cold air, and he twisted his fleshy face into a wrinkled orange, as if he wanted to express his pain, but it looked more like constipation. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Sizzle~!It hurts!It hurts to look at it!It's another time!It's deliberate!It's definitely intentional~~!" Frank denounced loudly, "Deliberately aiming at the opponent's face and punching it?Is it a face-slapping maniac?It's too perverted!It's too perverted~!"

He naturally showed a look of righteous indignation, and he really looked a little like an upright righteous man, but where would these people in the audience eat this?

Anger at violence is fake, but it is true to be angry about victory! Justice, justice, don't make such childish jokes, it's not funny at all!

Stinky and shameless nouveau riche! vulgar! disgusting!

Most people may have a lot of disdain in their hearts, but no one will stand up to fight Frank, not a single one. In fact, in addition to Frank, there are quite a few "gentlemen" in the auditorium, on the entire second floor, who are doing things of the same nature as this nouveau riche's different kind of.

They were cheering for Ye Guyun's victory.

Clapping, shouting, hugging, and even dancing - spinning, jumping, I close my eyes~~ - each way is extremely forceful, and it seems that it is impossible to express the surging joy in my heart at this moment.

It's reasonable, very reasonable, but it's just a natural right to be a winner. They won the game, they made a lot of money, and their stakes multiplied several times, and they should be so celebrated and cathartic.

Betting on Ye Guyun was not a difficult decision. All of you here may not have great wisdom, but as a gambler, you certainly have no shrewdness. The successive victories were the most powerful proof, and they could easily reverse Ye Guyun's initial impression of the lack of strength in their hearts, so that these people would always carefully consider this new option before throwing away their gold coins.

Some people voted, some people didn't, so some people earned, and some people lost. This is the reason for the different reactions in the audience.

In addition, the distinctive style can undoubtedly earn a lot of popularity for Ye Guyun in a short period of time.

"Haha! Another victory! Worthy of the devil in black! Saphius is too powerful!"

"Saphius's code name is fantastic! bold, confident, creative, and, apt!"

"Yes! I have no doubt that he has devil-level strength! All opponents are just one punch! It's terrifying!"

"Moreover, he is still a handsome guy~! That melancholy look makes me heartbroken!"

"Uh, man, I think it's better for us to keep our distance......"

"From the perspective of pure appreciation, I also think he is quite handsome. ”

"Uh, another ......?"

"Is that act of tidying up his clothes his personal signature? I have to admit that it is too stylish!"

"There's an indescribable temperament. ”

"I think his special outfit is the biggest highlight!"

"yes! I've never seen anything like it...... Looks...... Hey, I don't even know how to describe it, anyway, I just think it's good. If there is a ready-to-wear style, I don't mind buying one right away, but I don't know where this point of sale is that still exists only in our minds. ”

......

The audience who won the money was talking, the audience who lost the money was talking, and all the gray men who were the organizers of the event were also talking about it at this time.

Their discussion was particularly "enthusiastic", and although it had not yet reached the level of heated debate or quarrel, the atmosphere was undoubtedly solemn and tight. This is the case for most occasions when discussing dumping and mending pots. Of course, as a tight-knit organization, there is no such bad thing as mutual accusations between the gray men.

Of course, all kinds of emotions are indispensable. The layout that I thought I was in control inexplicably deviated greatly from the predetermined track, and rushed towards the foreseeable reversal of the sky, and no one would feel too good about this kind of thing.

Shock, depression, confusion, hesitation, annoyance, frustration...... All kinds of tastes, lingering in the heart.

For Ye Guyun's strength assessment, the gray man will of course put it in a very high position, the fact is that after seeing the disparity in the results of the first game, they have already elevated it to a level that they think is too overestimated. Unexpectedly, this guy's real level is even higher than the already high position in their hearts.

Just like the Wang Banan who had just fallen, a powerful boxer who was ranked extremely high in the account books of the man in gray, was known for his outstanding and exaggerated defense, I thought that with this, even if he couldn't defeat Ye Guyun, who might be stronger than him, he would be able to drag him back for a while, and join forces to dedicate an offensive and defensive battle to the audience that is no longer disparity. But the reality is that it's still just a punch......

How powerful is this guy who came out of nowhere?

What kind of opponent do we need to put on him?

Or even: Can we stop him?

These questions were constantly raised in the impromptu meeting of the Gray Men, but it seemed that a unified result could not be discussed for the time being. The only thing that is certain is that the original manipulation scheme cannot be continued, it has been disrupted and doomed to fail.

Now, a new solution is needed.

Ye Guyun once again stood at the entrance of the fighting arena, and it was his fourth match next.

Unlike before, this time, he was warmly welcomed. At the moment when his figure appeared, the sound of cheers like a tsunami suddenly sounded, if the sound wave was tangible, I am afraid that he would have been pressed into a very standard persimmon. However, he did not feel the slightest sense of joy, even in the aisle, Rocchi was already moved by this excited scene. He doesn't like the feeling of being fanatically followed, he hates celebrities, and he is related.

Frowning slightly, Ye Guyun walked towards the center of the field with a serious expression. His opponent was holding his hands, facing the rostrum, standing there quietly, leaving only one side for Ye Guyun, and it seemed that he had been waiting for at least a short time.

Perhaps sensing the footsteps, the man turned his head at the right time to look at his opponent who had finally arrived, and then, on his face that was neither handsome nor ugly, burst into a smile.

A seemingly harmless smile.

Ye Guyun was silent and didn't say anything, just like his usual performance before. Only he knew that the discomfort and irritability that had suddenly risen after entering the arena deepened with this smile. He didn't like this man, he didn't like it very much. This person has too many bad characteristics on his body: the eyes of the yin owl, the playful smile, the sudden upburst of standing out of habit, some subconscious small movements, and the thick bloody aura around the body...... He will be an assassin, a cool official, or a sadist, no matter how you look at it, he is not a good person in the broad sense of the word, and he will only be the most determined villain in any novel with normal three views.

The villain stretched out his hand to Ye Guyun, intending to have a good exchange with the latter, or taking the opportunity to publish a series of classic lines that must be equipped as a qualified villain, who knows, the irritable latter has no desire to communicate at all, his response is very rude and rude, and even behaves more like a villain than a villain - he handed out his right hand, stretched out his thumb, and then poked it straight down angrily, the posture is called a neat! It's over, the next moment, his figure is no longer in place, he suddenly sprinted forward, an arrow step, crossed this short distance that can shake hands between the two sides, as if teleporting in front of the villain, the outstretched hand turned into a clenched fist, rushing towards the other party like thunder!

Wow~~!

The audience, which had only cooled down for a while, boiled again in an instant, and everyone's faces were filled with surprise and excitement - hehe, the show is coming!

The audience was so happy, Saphius, this maverick devil in black, really gave them a refreshing feeling every time! No, a new trick was tossed! Unexpectedly, he had always been cold (his expressionless calm was regarded as cold by them) like a proud gentleman, and there were times when he attacked without grace!

"Sneak attack? Not necessarily. I made a ...... before I made a move. It's a different kind of warning gesture. Frank argued to himself, but unfortunately no one bothered, or rather, no one cared, as if he were talking to himself.

To be honest, the audience who appears here doesn't really care about the sneak attack or not, and they have always had only one criterion for judging the nature of similar incidents: whether it is funny or not, not whether it is just. As long as it's fun, even if you pay some money for this small loss (if you lose a lot, it's boring), of course, it's even better if you can make a lot of money along the way.

Compared with presiding over justice, there is no doubt that it is more enjoyable to watch the excitement.

Therefore, in the audience at this moment, you will see laughing, pointing, clapping desperately, shouting unemotionally, and focusing on nervousness...... But you don't see anyone who looks angry, disdainful, or anything like that.

Oh, there is, even though he doesn't belong in the audience.

Hu Luo, the head of the underground fighting arena nicknamed "Silver Jackal", has a distorted face and an extremely gloomy face, and he is now in a state of extreme madness and resentment.

A few seconds ago, he was still giving an enthusiastic speech, and he was about to dedicate a wonderful introduction to the audience about the next two contestants in a large flowery text, but he was interrupted before he was halfway through.

Admission is not an indispensable thing, and those who value it may be regarded as a courtesy to show respect, and those who do not value it will only be regarded as an annoying routine. It's just that, no matter what the perception is, out of awe of the gray man as the organizer, no one dares to ignore and trample on the ****......

Now, convention has been broken, and someone has actually done it......

"This, this...... Unacceptable!!"

For Hu Liu, one of the few people in the underground forces who pay special attention to order, ignoring and trampling on the rules set by his own side is equivalent to slapping him back and forth hard in the face a few times, hotly, extremely painful, and full of shame. And the enthusiastic reaction of the audience, falling in his eyes, is tantamount to a mockery of his comical embarrassment......

Angry, if Hu Luo also knew this idiom, he would definitely use it to describe himself. In fact, the most infuriating thing was not the thing itself, but the fact that he couldn't do anything about it. There's nothing to stop things from happening, there's nothing to put things back on track, there's nothing to make the bastard who dares to offend himself and the entire Gray Men organization pay the price they deserve.

This is because of the occasion, and the audience who is in the mood is not allowed to be disturbed.

Fortunately, this occasion is only temporary.

Yes, only temporarily...... It can only be temporary! Later...... Hum!

In this way, after a few words of vicious self-alert (comfort) and sobering, Hu Luo could barely straighten out the stuffiness in his chest, press down the surging emotions, and put his attention back on the fighting arena.

At the moment when he was indignant, the situation in the fighting arena had quickly become clear.

As such a temporary replacement who was carefully selected by the man in gray to play the role of "mobile support", the "big villain" is naturally powerful. His strength is undoubted, he is definitely stronger than the three opponents Ye Guyun has encountered before, and he can even keep up with Ye Guyun's rhythm, and he can attack and defend each other, back and forth.

No, just after blocking Ye Guyun's punch, the "big villain" immediately took the opportunity to sweep over with a powerful horizontal punch - although this attack was easily defused by the other party.

No more instant kills!

Finally survived a punch!

You can also go on the offensive!

It was an amazing surprise, both for the audience and for the Men in Grey.

However, just keeping up with the rhythm is not enough to win, and an offensive equivalent to the level of harassment cannot give people the slightest hope of achieving the ultimate goal. There is comparison, there is superiority. The strength of the "big villain" is only compared to the previous three, its level is still far inferior to Ye Guyun, when the latter felt impatient, determined to be ruthless, and mustered all his strength to no longer keep his hand, all the former could do was grit his teeth and persevere.

It can be said that the person chosen by the man in gray still failed to meet their expectations. Again, it's going to fail. They needed to make another adjustment to Ye Guyun's strength assessment -- but they didn't know if they could really grasp the true level of this stranger after adjusting it again? Many people in gray had this kind of question at this time. This kind of streak of mistakes that eventually led to a serious state of self-doubt has never been seen in this organization.

The winner is about to be revealed.

Rivalries with huge disparities in strength are often short and boring, especially when the powerful side has no intention of showing off their skills. The three games that Ye Guyun won before belonged to this situation, and in terms of scenes, it was really difficult to say that it was exciting.

The same is true at this time.

At the beginning, you may still see a few strange mutual attacks and defenses, but after a dozen or so rounds, the scene collapses, and you can only see one side attacking and one side struggling.

Ye Guyun is punching and kicking, and the "big villain" is holding his head and holding his head.

It's like a brawl on the street, where a brutal hooligan beats up innocent passers-by, of course, the posture of the two people in the fight arena will look better, but after all, it's still a punch, isn't it?

More than ten rounds passed, and the "big villain" gradually couldn't stop Ye Guyun's faster and heavier fist, and finally, his numb and trembling arms were shaken open by a palm, and the wide open middle door was hit by the punch that followed. A mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth, and as his body was knocked away, it dispersed in the air, turning into a strange red mist.