"What a deterrent aura."

When the man wrapped in a yellow-black cloak was completely exposed to the spotlight from outside the fighter's passage, the cheers of the audience gradually stopped.

This is the instinctive fear of human beings in the face of the strongest in a certain field.

It was clear to all that the man was the leading figure in global boxing, the absolute king of the World Arena at King's Landing, Gao Lang "The God of Fighting" Winwasard, who was unhurriedly walking from the entrance tunnel to the center of the boxing ring.

"It's a really hot atmosphere"

It's like a rare beast being watched wantonly by being watched by people, and this feeling is really terrible.

The displeased Gao Lang noticed that all the people on the field were in suits and leather shoes, and he "tsk" unhappily.

"The smell of rotting money is in the air, and this is not the place where real warriors should come."

"This stage has become a place for careerists to take revenge, and they have lost the original and most essential original intention of martial arts."

Gao Lang Wenwassad's figure-eight eyebrows, hidden under the hood, became more distorted, and the DHA-rich dead fish eyes did not fluctuate as they glanced at the frightened spectators.

"For the sake of His Majesty Rama XIII and the glory of Thailand, I swear that I will defeat all the enemies that stand in my way."

Even those monsters are no exception!

"What kind of stinky guy, Ah Liang will never lose to this kind of person."

Nao Okubo, who was in the stands, was very upset when he saw this scene, and said in a vicious tone

"And my reputation is also very loud, why no one sees me so happy, boring!"

At first, Shi Shangyu thought that Naoya was really for Ah Liang and hated the same enemy. I didn't expect the latter sentence to be exposed, simply because he was not as popular as him.

Hearing this, Ishigami Yu glanced at him, no, Naoya, are you floating or what.

Although it's a bit of a loss of his own people's morale, Ishigami Yu really wants to complain

What is your status, what is his status?

The neon arena is still too small, and it is indeed the absolute king of the neon mixed martial arts world, although its strength is also at the forefront of the international stage, but it is not yet the status of a world-class king.

"The God of Fighting" Gao Lang Weinwasade's boxing prowess is recognized by the international community as the world's No. 1 in Muay Thai!

If he were to fight Yu Ishigami and Gao Lang, apart from the direct difference in physique and strength between the two of them, he would not be sure to win with his fighting skills alone.

So Ishigami is still worried about Ah Liang's state, this guy is going to fight with a super-first-class player.

"The next fighter to appear on the stage is, this one!"

Katahara Sheuka began to introduce the ice room after introducing Gao Lang Unwassad

"He is the fastest puncher in the boxing club, and he is unbeatable in Jeet Kune Do!"

"Known as a man who must never be approached!"

"Otherwise, I don't even know when I fell, this man's fist is so fast."

Katahara made a small joke, which made the stiff atmosphere a little more cheerful.

"Obtained a net worth of 348 billion yen, and it belongs to Yiyi Kuniya Bookstore!"

"Ice Emperor", the ice room is cold!"

"Teach that stinky guy a good lesson!"

When introduced to his good friend, Naoya Okubo directly waved his shirt as a flag, and shouted in his mouth

"The Ice Emperor will win!"

The cold ice room appeared in the loud explosion, and his whole body was really like an ice cube now, exuding a cold breath all over his body.

"Naoya, this idiot!"

When he heard Naoya Okubo's frantic support, the cold face of the ice room was slightly relieved

"Isn't it inevitable that I'll win?"

"Sa, who is better than the "God of Boxing" and the "Ice Emperor"? ”

"Kaneda, your desire to become a "strong man" is pinned on me. ”

Ice Room Liang glanced at the stands and secretly made up his mind

"I won't let you down!"

Then Ryo Himuro looked at the opponent in front of him, his eyes were full of solemnity and did not relax in the slightest.

"Huh?"

Gao Lang noticed that he also threw the dead fish eye without any change in the figure of eight eyebrows, and the two eyes met, and the game began to meet silently from this time.

Gao Lang took off his cloak, his wheat-colored skin gleaming in the light, his muscles full of strength and explosive beauty. The ponytail of his hair was casually draped over his shoulders, which gave him a little more liveliness in his whole serious person.

"It doesn't seem like a bad thing to have you as my opponent."

Ice Room Ryoshi was slightly stunned, he didn't expect to hear this sentence from Gao Lang's mouth.

He asked rhetorically

"What do you mean, are you looking down on me?"

"No, it's a compliment."

Gao Lang replied calmly, shaking his head

"I always thought my opponent was going to be the kind of fighter who didn't go into the flow, because from the moment I got on this stage, I felt like this was not the place to fight for a real fighter."

The strength of the fighters is uneven, some are similar to the monsters in mythology, and some are the same as the water and the ground. But he understands that these monsters are bound by a chain called "Desire", and the other end of the chain is in the hands of the chaebol.

Fighters are the beasts they raise, and the ring is the arena. The more fierce the beasts fought, the more excited these high people became.

"Boxing is nothing more than entertainment for those who have rights."

Obeying His Majesty's orders, he came to this Far East as an eight-headed trade fighter and was regarded as a clown in the after-entertainment show, which naturally could not stand the arrogant Gao Lang.

"But seeing you finally made me interested."

"You are a qualified fighter!"

Gao Lang is the "Saber of the King of Thailand", a symbol of His Majesty's supreme power and monstrous power, not a tool for the "monkeys of the Far East".

"You are very strong, although you are still a little behind me, but your strength is not weak in my country."

Provincial version: Gao Lang felt that he would be condescending to come to the boxing wish, and these opponents have been smoothed out and turned into a tool to please the power holder (capital).

"How dare you say that, bastard."

There was a trace of bruises on Bing Room's forehead because of the rage, but his tone was extremely calm

"We fighters are not such superficial things, and what we pursue is also the ultimate in "martial arts" rather than for dirty money. ”

Gao Lang snorted and did not continue to argue, the man in front of him may not be like this, but in his eyes, most fighters are chasing fame and fortune. There is nothing to argue about, it is nothing more than personal pursuit of difference.

"It doesn't matter."

After unilaterally ending the quarrel, Gao Lang's breathing became unusually smooth, but his stagnant eyes became extremely sharp.

His shoulders are linked to his body and he begins to beat regularly, his right hand blocking his chest does not move, and his left fist moves in small increments according to the shaking of his body.

Those who know Gao Lang well know that this is his signature move before the start of each fight, and this is the "killer" position.

It may seem like a pointless swing, but it allows Gao Lang to get the most initiative when his opponent attacks, or when he initiates an attack.

This is the summary of Gao Lang's thousands of battles with the strong, with the lowest consumption in exchange for the dominance of the entire battle.

As incredible as it sounds, the initiative in the battle fell into the hands of Gao Lang before it even began, but quite a matter of course.

After all, such appalling titles as "God of Boxing" and "God of Fighting" are both titles of Gao Lang, and how could they have achieved these two titles without overwhelming strength.

This is a man who subdues the whole world with his own strength, but the "God of Fighting" is more in line with Gao Lang's title as the king of Thailand's guard, so he chose this.

The serious "God of Fighting" made the ice room as his opponent feel a lot of pressure, just like the "big cat" who was still very lazy and squinting in your sight in the last second, but the next second he opened his eyes and turned into a fierce tiger with a fierce eye, about to tear apart the opponent in front of him.

Forced to calm down by this indescribable pressure, Himuro snorted coldly and stopped talking, he took a step forward with his left foot bent on his left knee, facing Gao Lang sideways, also with his fists in front of him, and then began to beat regularly.

Gao Lang's beats follow the rules of Muay Thai, while Ryo Himuro follows the rules of Jeet Kune Do. Both sides are boxers, and this scene is not surprising.

Seeing that the players were in place, the referee came to the center of the two of them, raised his left hand and slid down hard.

"Game on!"

At the moment when the start of the game was announced, there was a sudden "bang", "bang" on the field, and there were thirteen violent sounds, and the audience had not yet reacted.

What the heck?

When the illusion-like shadow and the short, crackling sound that lasted for a short time all disappeared, did they really fight?

However, when the blindfolded audience saw that Gao Lang and Ryo Himuro took a few steps back at the same time, and all the hot gas was coming out of their fists, this was unacceptable and could only be accepted.

Just now, in a short period of time when he didn't breathe, Gao Lang and Ryo Ice Room each completed the first round of tentative attacks with lightning speed.

Katahara also didn't react, but thought of the dozen or so violent roars that suddenly exploded just now.

Suddenly realized one of Gao Lang's stunts

"There has been, it's a blitzkrieg jab!"

Katahara sheath said excitedly with the microphone

"It was Gao Lang's trick, the blitzkrieg jab, which is rumored to be a thirteen jabs in a row in one breath."

But the reality was even more surprising than the rumors, that time was so short that it was impossible to hide from almost 99% of the audience at the scene without even taking a breath.

However, the cold of the ice room is also amazing, and it is extremely scary to think about it.

Except for his breathing being a little messy, there were no obvious external injuries or wrinkles in his clothes, which means that this man not only suffered Gao Lang's blitzkrieg jab head-on, but he took all thirteen jabs!

"No, he even punched me one more time."

As a client, Gao Lang bent over his body and still protected his head with his left fist, but he was more cautious than before.

In the introduction of the fighter just now, Gao Lang has already learned that Ryoshi Himuro is a fighter who is known for his punching speed.

Now it seems that this is indeed the case, not only can he keep up with his attack speed, but the thirteen jabs of Ryo Ichimuro all used his own fists to offset with Gao Lang's fists, and at the same time, he still has the spare strength to take the lead in punching Gao Lang in the face.

At first glance, I knew that this was to retaliate for his disrespectful remarks at the beginning, and he specifically hit him in the face.

The extra punch was naturally empty, after all, it was just a temptation, who would use all their strength on the tentative attack at the beginning.

And with Gao Lang's blitzkrieg jab, who has a special rule that he can only shoot thirteen times in a single breath, his extreme punch stats are far superior to that.

"Jeet Kune Do? It's kind of interesting. ”

Gao Lang is interested, there is no one in this world who can punch faster than him!

"Is it empty?"

However, this is expected to be cold in the ice room, it was originally a temporary idea, and it would be strange if it could hit.

However, what made Ryo Himuro feel bad was that he had fought with Gao Lang thirteen times in a row just now, and now he felt that his fists were already a little numb. (Hit the gold field and definitely release the water)

"Is that what the best boxer in the world weighs?"

Generally speaking, in order to pursue speed, the strength of the fist can be reduced a little.

But the jab punch that Gao Lang throws out, the force of each shot can leave deep fist marks on the concrete wall.

Bing Fang Liang was extremely glad that he had endured Brother Xingming's inhumane training, otherwise it would definitely not be as simple as numbness. This includes the training of boxing, and Brother Xingming's shots sometimes have no limit, and they will crack the ice room.

"This game has to be resolved quickly."

Although it was tentative just now, there is already a difference between the strong and the weak.

Gao Lang's breath was not in the slightest confusion, and the cold breathing in the ice room was already a little short.

Ryo Himuro knew very well that the only way to defeat this opponent was this, because Gao Lang was too arrogant, and the only way to defeat him was to win with one blow before the opponent showed his true strength, and this was the way to break the game.

Thinking of this, the ice room was cold and immediately stopped leaving his hands. He twisted his legs quickly, and the whole person rotated three hundred and sixty degrees, and the powerful force erupted from the hips and waists of his legs, and the centrifugal force brought by weight and rotation was transmitted to the thighs, and then he exercised the strongest biceps femoris to kick out a kick like a meniscus.

Jeet Kune Do isn't just about fists

A whirlwind-like roundhouse kick struck Gao Lang's brain, the air shredding and erupting with a rag-like thud.

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