The moment the tower-like Quint climbed into the ring, the audience erupted in a tsunami of applause, a player who could give the gamblers present a chance to make money. He always outmaneuvered his opponents with an absolute advantage, making it easy and reliable to make money. For such a player, no one will hate him.

Of course, there were some discordant boos in the cheers, and the odds of this Günther were really low, one to one, in other words, to bet a hundred dollars, and to win only one hundred and ten dollars, for those gamblers who like the feeling of a heartbeat, who like the thrill of adrenaline, this kind of odds should not exist in this world at all. They prefer Rossi's odds, which are two to one, straightforward, and very rough.

The quint's name was Tarot, and his black and white eyes stared playfully at Rossi. In fact, he understands and knows why he is standing here against an opponent who is clearly not equal. The person standing behind the scenes said that as long as he can kill Rossi, he will get another part of the reward after the game, and the reward that makes him excited is not just money.

He thanked the manipulators behind the scenes for their generosity, and also thanked Rossi for his dedication, and he couldn't have gotten so much without Rossi's life as a bargaining chip.

Before Rosie came to the stage, the poisonous wolf grabbed Rosie's clothes, and he looked at Rosie seriously and seriously, "Remember, victory and defeat are only secondary, the key is to save your own life." ”

The poisonous wolf is still very optimistic about Rosie, and bets all the money on Rosie, and in just three days, an ordinary training camp coach has become a rich man. Maybe he will be beaten back to his original form today, but compared to Rossi's future, the money is really not in his heart.

Rossi had already warmed up when he was off stage, he stood on the stage and tossed his pace, and he planned to play a different style this time.

Ninety-nine successful defenses, but the last one failed, and all previous successes were wiped out. But the attack power ninety-nine times could not break through the enemy's defenses, and if the last attack was successful, then everything was successful.

The purpose of defensive counterattack is to strike backwards and win steadily, which is also the choice of many people. Only those who are absolutely confident will choose to attack with all their might, without reservation. Battles full of offensive are definitely pleasing to the eye, and this has been proven by countless people, which is why Sky Tower allows spectators to buy weapons to throw in the ring. Sky Tower officials and spectators alike want to see a more blood-boiling battle than a ten-minute grind in the ring before both leaving the ring.

What can stimulate people's hearts to calm down, in addition to gambling, I am afraid that the only thing that can stimulate people's hearts is the cruel gene hidden in the body.

At the signal of the Quint referee, a handful of sand was thrown into the ring, and the battle broke out instantly, and the audience erupted into even more violent shouts.

Tarot clapped his hands, lowered his waist slightly, and slowly approached Rossi. This is his most common way of fighting, and it is purely physical to crush all opponents. If someone beats him ten times, he can't die, but once he catches the opponent, the opponent will only be torn apart. This is the type of player that everyone hates, they don't need any hard work, they just need to maintain and improve their physical fitness, and there is no skill to speak of.

But it is precisely such a player who is the most formidable enemy in the ring or gladiatorial arena.

Rossi took a deep breath and held his breath, his front foot tightly stepped on the table of the ring, and he twisted it hard, leaning slightly to the left, and his right leg was withdrawn.

With a buzz, the air seemed to be torn apart, and Rossi's right leg left an arc-like afterimage in the air, which slammed into Tarot's arm. There was a slight surprise on Tarot's face, he didn't retreat, he didn't block, he reached out and grabbed Rossi's ankle.

This kick was very real, like a kick on a steel plate, and the force of the shock actually shook Rossi's shin bone with a slight tingle. He furrowed his brow and pulled his leg back before Tarot's hand was about to retract his ankle.

Leaning back with his waist, he twisted his waist and abdomen again, his tight body jerked violently, and his right leg whipped over again. With the same force, it was pumped in the same place, and Tarot's arm shrank slightly, apparently he also felt pain. The pain wasn't enough to flinch him, and he grabbed Rossi's ankle once more, and at the same time took a step forward, and the other hand was on Rossi's standing leg.

This is to be copied and thrown, the standard co-hug style.

Tarot's physical fitness is too good, and Rossi's attack is tantamount to tickling for him, but his speed is really too slow, slow enough for Rossi to dodge twice.

Rossi took a step back and twitched her right leg again, this time aiming for Tarot's head. Tarot, who sensed Rossi's target, simply opened his big hand and covered the side of his head, which frustrated Rossi's plan.

He kicked out, and it's unclear whether it would be useful or not, but he would definitely be caught by Tarot.

If you don't kick it out, you'll never be able to beat this big guy.

Rossi gritted his teeth and increased his strength, but this whip leg was not as powerful as before, and a loud bang was followed by a loud snap, and Rossi's foot, along with his shins, instantly kicked Tarot's head.

"Got it!", Tarot showed a cruel smile on his face, he grabbed Rossi's ankle and lifted it up hard, the huge force directly overturned Rossi and threw him, and then a force dragged him to the ground.

With a bang, the entire ring shook, and Rossi was slammed to the ground. Tarot smirked and hammered his fist into his chest, reaching out to grab Rossi's legs and lifting him upside down.

The audience was like a volcanic eruption, the wall of wind formed by the shouts was like a substance, and the agitated front-row spectators seemed to be pushed from behind.

The audience is too familiar with Tarot's signature move, he is trying to tear Rossi in half! Among the first few opponents, several of them were pulled upside down and torn into two pieces.

The cheers intoxicated Tarot, and he actually carried Rossi around the ring. Perhaps he didn't realize it when he felt the victory coming, and Rossi didn't seem to panic at all.

Yes, not panicked at all, he was even laughing, everything was as he had arranged.

Tarot finally let go of his arms, completely unloaded his defensive posture, in order to better carry Rossi upside down and was about to tear him into two pieces, Tarot grabbed the arms of Rossi's legs, which had been unfolded, revealing his body.

In Rosie's mind, he repeated the words that the poisonous wolf had explained to him, the bottom three ribs on the right side...... The fist he clenched clenched, and he twisted his body violently, and the fist that he withdrew by the reaction force stabbed out the moment his body reversed.

A heavy punch, this punch was very old, there was no room for any hand, and the punch stabbed directly into Tarot's body, shattering the fist blocking him and protecting the three ribs of Tarot's internal organs!

Tarot's huge body was like a lightning strike, his black face was as black as charcoal, and the shouts of the surrounding audience were suffocated, and time seemed to stop in an instant.

Beads of sweat the size of beans burst out of Tarot's forehead in an instant, rolling down his cheeks and falling to the ground, striking out several puddles of water. Rossi spread her fingers, grabbed a broken rib hard, straightened it and thrust it into Tarot's body. In just a few seconds, Tarot's body went limp, half-kneeling on the ground, and Rossi was also free.

He rolled on the ground and instantly soared, flung off his right leg and jerked at Tarot's head. The tarot, who had been punctured in his guts, had no more strength to resist and could only defend.

One Kick ......

Two-legged ......

Ten feet!

As if he was kicking a target, he used all his strength with each kick, and slammed it fiercely and violently into the palm of the Tarot Protector's cheek.

There was only the sound of "pop" and "pop" in the whole ring, one after another. Tarot's consciousness began to trance, a stream of heat flowed out of his nose, he was startled, he took a sharp breath and pressed it into his body, slapped Rossi's whip leg, turned around and staggered towards the outside of the ring. He couldn't stay in the ring any longer, the rib injury slowed down his movements, and half of his body didn't have the slightest strength at all, and if he stayed any longer, he might really be beaten to death.

People who are cruel to others are often more afraid of death.

Rossi lunged over, climbed up to Tarot's back with the dexterity of an ape, and stabbed his left shoulder and neck like a knife.

Seven days ago, he had been torn apart by an opponent's attack, and even after being treated by the priest, he was still left with a dark wound.

This palm thrust was fast and hard, and it also played a role in the special training in the Long River Canyon, his fingers were as hard as iron, and this thrust sank deep into Tarot's muscles. He took advantage of the situation, regardless of whether it was a muscle or a blood vessel, and tore it hard, and in a cracking sound of tearing cloth, the flesh on the left side of Tarot's neck and shoulder was torn off by Rossi bloodily.

Getting closer to the edge of the ring, Rossi grinned and hugged Tarot's head, stomped on the tips of his hips, kicked hard, and fell backwards. Tarot, who was slowly running outside the ring, was stunned and fell on his back.

At the moment of landing, Rossi was as light as a harrier turning over, and he scurried to the side, and stepped on Tarot's head with his feet.

The Quint man was actually dripping in a cold sweat while trying his best to raise his arms to protect the door.

Rossi was unforgiving, and directly changed from stepping to kneeling, but the target was changed to the right lower abdomen of Tarot, which had been sunken. The weight of Rossi's body, coupled with his burst of power, and his speed, the strength of this kneeling was amazing, and Tarot suddenly let out a terrible and dull roar like killing a bull.

Two intact ribs were broken in response!