In the ring, a bang sounded.

King Kong's arms were like two thick shields, easily blocking Lin Mosheng's punch.

In the first blow, Lin Mosheng did not retreat, and King Kong did not retreat, but it was obvious that Lin Mosheng did not take advantage.

King Kong couldn't help but sneer, "That's it? ”

Lin Mosheng didn't respond with his mouth, his eyes were clear and indifferent like the moon.

The retracted left fist is swung again.

Framed, swung again, framed, swung again.

King Kong in the middle also thought about counterattacking, but his speed was only about 7 points, and the fist he swung was even slower like a snail under Lin Mosheng's [cat's eye], and it was easily dodged by shaking.

King Kong, who understood the speed gap, instantly changed his strategy, since Lin Mosheng wanted to fight, it depended on how long he could fight!

One blow of strength, then decline, three and exhaustion.

As long as Lin Mosheng's Muay Thai can't break through his defenses, then with the physical strength bonus brought by his years of cultivation of the iron cloth shirt, he can consume this kid to death!

King Kong bent down, his shoulders bulging, and his face was hidden between his arms.

His iron cloth shirt is not complete, and the seven orifices are still the key point.

However, in addition to the seven orifices, the hard skin is like the bark of an old tree, and the muscles are also tempered like stubborn stones.

Lin Mosheng didn't realize it, or just took King Kong as a sandbag.

One punch, two punches, one after another fists were like fine raindrops, hitting King Kong's body, and there was a sound of drumming.

The high-intensity, continuous punches also made Lin Mosheng's white muscles glow bright red, and he was like a machine whose output power was stretched to the extreme.

It can go berserk at any time, and it can explode at any time.

Such a hard-fought battle completely aroused the enthusiasm of all the spectators in the stands, who roared and screamed to see which of the two people in the field fell first.

"Brother Jin, tonight's boxing match is not bad, right?"

The crow of the Eastern Star who spoke, but he was always arrogant when he spoke to the prime man in front of him who was about forty years old, unconsciously with a little compliment.

The prime man combed his big back hair, well-dressed, half-squinted his eyes, peeled off the chocolate, took a bite of it, and looked at the ring, "It's really not bad." ”

Where there is a gambling game, there is naturally a gambling god who is high.

Gao Yi, the cousin of Erwuzai behind Gao Jin, whispered over and said, "Brother, is it wrong for us to press that kid to win?" ”

Although he doesn't practice martial arts, he has seen a lot, so he naturally has a bit of eyesight.

Muay Thai can't break through the defense of the iron cloth shirt, just like a lion bites and can't wear rhinoceros armor, and he will be dragged to death.

Although his voice was small, there were many people around him.

Gao Jin, the god of gambling, is known as invincible in gambling, and it is rare to see Gao Jin lose once today.

Lei Leopard of the Bamboo Union Gang next to him sneered, "After all, this is a boxing match, not a gambling card, and it is normal for the God of Gamblers to lose one or two." ”

The gambling god Gao Jin raised his eyes, "Take a gamble?" ”

As he spoke, he took out a stack of bills from his arms, picked out one, and flicked his fingers to make a pleasant sound.

"This is a 5 million HSBC bank, I still bet on Lin sir to win."

"Gao Jin!" Thunder Leopard glared.

The reason why he made sarcastic remarks was that Gao Jin had smashed a gambling house under him before.

Gao Yi didn't understand why his cousin wanted to gamble, and just wanted to dissuade him, but was stopped by Gao Jin with his hand, and a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes.

Even if he is Gao Jin's cousin, he is still Gao Jin when he really speaks.

Lei Leopard glanced at the boxing ring below and said hatefully, "Okay, I'll bet with you!" ”

As the two spoke, the situation in the ring changed.

The frantic punches consumed a lot of Lin Mosheng's physical strength, and although his physique was higher than that of ordinary people, he had not yet reached a qualitative change.

The fist that was like a storm slowed down noticeably, and the skin became more and more crimson, like a machine that had been pulled to its limit.

It's time to fight back!

King Kong was sure that Lin Mosheng was now at the end of his crossbow, and the other party's speed was no longer as unpredictable as a civet cat, but within his reach.

When Lin Mosheng threw another punch, taking advantage of this gap, King Kong gave up his rock-solid defense, and spread his arms out, like an old bear hugging a tree.

Once Lin Mosheng is caught by him, there will be no escape.

Facing King Kong who pounced like a brown bear, Lin Mosheng's eyes became more and more calm, like a mirror lake.

The other party is waiting for this opportunity, and so is himself.

He was like a bow and his right shoulder was like a shield.

Baji Boxing Killing Moves: Sticking to the Mountain!

Boom.

The two of them collided like beasts of prey, making the sound of war drums and hammers.

It's like Lin Mosheng's first punch, but this time it reached the highest point of the drum sound.

Then the 'drum' broke.

Lin Mosheng's previous punch into the dark energy in King Kong's body was connected under this blow.

It's like the underground dark spring that has been unsealed after the cold winter, cold to the bone, and flowing endlessly.

The fist unscrupulously penetrates the body of King Kong Bailian, along the meridians, and pierces the internal organs!

King Kong's giant bear-like body flew up and landed four or five meters away, spitting out bright red shards of internal organs from his mouth, but his eyes were dim to the incandescent lamp.

He didn't understand why he lost until he died.

Lin Mosheng exhaled a breath of turbidity, as if checking whether King Kong was dead, and took the opportunity to step forward and scoop up the white skill in his hand.

Lost?

The audience was silent.

Even the crown prince, an expert in Lei Leopard and the like, didn't understand why King Kong suddenly lost.

Then there was the cheers of the mountains.

"Black!"

"Black!"

"Black!"

In the past two days, Lin Mosheng's black and white name has finally been passed out through the younger brother with the prefix D.

And now, everyone recognizes the name.

Gao Jin looked at Lei Leopard with a smile, "It seems that I have good luck today." ”

Lei Leopard got up angrily, but he was afraid of the bodyguard next to Gao Jin who was about to draw a gun, so he left the audience without saying a word.

Gao Jin's voice came from behind, "Don't forget my five million." ”

The crow was silent for a while, and then said to Gao Jin with a smile, "Brother Jin still has eyesight." ”

Gao Jin glanced at Lin Mosheng below again, and asked Gao Yi, "He was really just a small patrol officer before?" ”

Gao Yi nodded slightly.

Gao Jin thought for half a second, picked up the HSBC redemption ticket on the table, but did not take it back, but handed it to Gao Yi, "Give this redemption ticket to Lin sir, thank him for helping me keep the name of the God of Gamblers, this is his." ”

Gao Jin spread out his hand and looked at the little brother around, shrugged his shoulders and smiled, "To be honest, if I hadn't been lucky enough to meet Sir Lin today, maybe I would have lost, do you mean it?" ”

He laughed to himself.

The people around him also echoed it, but they became more and more afraid of Gao Jin.

Sure enough, he deserved to be the ever-prosperous God of Gambling, and he took himself out in a few words, not only winning over the kid below, but also leaving no trace.

High, really high!