"If you can do it, let the horse come!"

Like a mountain of muscles, Julius roared.

Immediately, the big fist no longer cared about the return of energy, attack and defense, and position...... And so on and a series of unpleasant things.

He could see that this kid was going to fulfill his words seriously.

And his half-baked fighting skills are completely unqualified to get rid of his entangled suppression......

- Then all that's going to be fucking slammed out right now!!

Swear by the muscles and fists of my Julius Reinhardt.

Even if it's a hard fight without rules, he will never lose to anyone!

"Bang Bang Bang !!"

The sound of muscles colliding reverberated throughout the Desperate Arena.

The two people who officially began to attack each other, under the soaring fist speed and attack frequency, the terrifying fist shadow almost drowned both of them in it.

No defense and no dodge!

There is no return breath and no retreat!

From this moment on, until the end of the fight, everything in the fight will be abandoned.

- Only the most ferocious on-the-spot attack remains!

"Good, so powerful!"

"Those two ...... No! Those two [monsters]! ”

"This is the Fighter Competition! This is the contest of real men! ”

The wild battles, the extreme violence that can be appreciated even without professional commentary, conquered everyone present.

Shouts of joy and throat tearing echoed throughout the Desperate Arena.

That's what the magnates are here for, aren't they?

Julius's huge body, the perfectly shaped and huge muscle mass, was imprinting deep fist marks one by one.

The imprint of the fist is exquisite, and its depth even makes the audience outside the stadium wonder if the muscles twisted into steel wire under the fist mark have been beaten into minced meat!

And although there are no bruises on the surface of the white hall mirror, there is not even sweat.

But his body is clear to himself.

The muscles are screaming in pain, and the bones are trembling......

Physical pain is pouring into the brain in waves.

Thoughts flow on the muscles and skin, and the dragon's blood internal force travels between the tendons and veins.

They can both improve a person's defense and resilience, rightly so.

However, Julius Reinhardt.

This man once chained the world's top F1 cars, tied them to himself, and then asked the world champion to start the car while he pulled it in the opposite direction.

Just to test your strength.

Even a yak with tight muscles and a ton of weight, like a living tank, can be crushed into a puddle of minced meat by an engine of up to 800 horsepower!

But Julius Reinhardt, the crystallization of this German life sciences.

- He stopped the F1 car!

I don't know how many times I was hammered by such a fist without any obstruction, and with the internal strength and cultivation of Bai Tangjing now, it is impossible to ignore it.

But just when the physical pain came like a tidal wave......

Bai Tangjing felt extremely happy.

It was as if the shackles in the depths of my heart had also been shattered with the forging of the fist, as if something violent and bloody buried deep in my genes was breaking free from the chains of restraint and was about to roar in the sky......

Is it a normal person who feels good in the midst of pain?

Bai Tangjing didn't know.

But he thinks that when a person struggles under the death of destiny for nearly ten years, his spirit should not be considered normal, right?

"Ha, haha......"

In the rain of iron fists, the boy's smile gradually changed.

The curvature of the corners of the mouth is not just [exaggerated].

- but [hideous]!

Julius......

- You're amazing! ”

"Tora-"

Accompanied by Bai Tangjing's passionate praise, the casual top that had been beaten by fists a long time ago was violently torn!

And what appeared in front of the entire arena audience was the face of the evil ghost on the back of the young man, like a laughing mad in the karmic fire!

A huge murderous aura spread throughout the venue with a terrifying will.

It was as if the audience had been choked by the throat.

For the spectators who came to watch the game, this momentum was really a bit out of bounds.

They came here in pursuit of the thrill of punching and kicking and fighting each other.

For modern people in the steel jungle, this is already a blood-pumping thrill.

But if the scale of the game crosses a certain inconspicuous dividing line, such as "killing", "amputation", ...... Or the courage of the white hall mirror at this time.

Then the audience's mentality is not [excitement], but [fear]!

Who would want to see the tragic death of their own kind?

Unlike the silent layman spectators, the fighter area in the grand seats was noisy.

"Hey, hey, hey! Are you kidding? That scary muscle profile! Is this what Jeet Kune Do can be practiced? ”

[Mixed Martial Arts King] Naoya Okubo touched his short hair, and asked the white-haired and black-skinned handsome guy next to him in a daze.

And the [Ice Emperor] Ice Room Liang, who is also a Jeet Kune Do practitioner with a plaster cast in his right hand, also looked at the arena dumbfounded.

"The founder of Jeet Kune Do, Mr. Bruce Lee, does have well-developed back muscles, and even after opening his hands and arms, it is like opening his wings, but、But this degree is ......"

The words are not finished, but the meaning is already obvious.

That kind of back muscles like a devil's face, where can you train it with simple training!

And on the field, the upper body is naked in the white hall mirror.

He felt as if his spirit was as happy as shooting*, and his thoughts and dragon's blood internal force were also as excited as a racing car!

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of flesh and skin clashing still resounded throughout the audience, but in the rain-like fist shadow, the fair-skinned and slender fist shadow gradually prevailed.

"Julius, it's almost over." The young man's smile was similar to the evil ghost on his back at this moment, "Just the next moment!" ”

And the giant man who is like a mountain of muscles, even if the corners of his mouth have spilled blood, he is still as cold as the necrosis of his facial muscles.

"If you can do it, let the horse come!"

"Come then!"

Before the words fell, Bai Tangjing pulled out his feet from the floor that had been sunk in due to the on-the-spot attack.

Then it soared into the air.

A simple and unpretentious skill, but he kicked the whip leg of the sharp cone cloud in the square inch of his toe, and kicked it towards Julius's neck!

The muscular giant's pupils shrank to the size of a pinpoint like never before.

"That action! Reinhardt defends for the first time since entering the offensive state! ”

Because the duel is too simple and straightforward, there is almost no room for commentary, Katamoto Sheuka, at this time, roared as if he had discovered a new continent.

In this final confrontation, Julius looked at the white hall mirror that had already risen into the air and lost its focus.

Even though he didn't feel good about that kick, he still chose the best chance to win in the fighting spirit of the fighter.

The left hand, which had been beaten and was still thick, was placed on the side of the neck, and the right hand, which was also badly injured, landed an uppercut at Bai Tangjing's side ribs.

"You may be able to defend with your hands, but you miss the chance to win! Only by taking advantage of the moment when he lost his foothold...... With a weight of 80 kilograms, even now I can fly with one punch......"

"Bang!"

Before the thoughts in the giant man's mind were finished, the sound of flesh colliding had already come out.

The loud noise could be heard throughout the audience even without stage equipment.

"Victory, victory and defeat have been decided!"

Since the beginning of the war, the referee, who did not know where to run, rushed into the smoke and dust that was forced by the force.

Then he swallowed his saliva with palpitations and shouted loudly.