Mo Bai beckoned to the two of them: "Hey, I'm from China, what about you?"

The two of them didn't respond, Mo Bai saw that the other party was not interested in chatting, so he simply didn't talk much, asked the waiter for a recliner, a fruit bowl and a drink, and followed the appearance of the two of them to lie there in the sun, but half an hour later, Mo Bai still felt extremely bored.

Cruises, sea breeze, sunshine, looks very vacationing, but Mo Bai always felt that something was missing, and then patted his thigh and thought, it turned out to be a lack of sister paper, you said that people go to the beach, take a yacht, and even a cruise ship, but where there is water, how can there be no sister paper in a bikini?

"I'm bored to death!"

Mo Bai threw away his sunglasses, wore a pair of big pants, rushed to the edge of the deck and shouted towards the sea.

The Indian on the other side glanced up at Mo Bai, and then scolded in a low voice: "Fuck!"

Mo Bai turned around and pointed his middle finger towards the Indian, Master International Talent, don't think that you can't understand English if you speak English.

The Indian took off his glasses and glared at Mo Bai, and stood up in a moment.

"Look at Mao!" Mo Bai said: "Haven't you seen me so handsome?"

The Indian dragged the chaise longue in front of him and threw it aside, and then strode towards Mo Bai.

It's really boring on this cruise, everyone is not in a good mood, and it's fun to be able to fight.

Mo Bai sneered, and looked back at the Indian approaching, but at this moment......

The water surface of the swimming pool suddenly rippled, and an invisible wind pushed away to both sides, Mo Bai and the Indian involuntarily turned their heads, and finally waited for the wind to dissipate, and when they turned around, Howason had inexplicably appeared in the center of the two.

"Rules, I'll just say it once. Howason said: "Private fights are not allowed on the cruise ship, and whoever violates the rules will be thrown off the ship." ”

Mo Bai was still relatively honest, and spread his hands and said, "Got it!"

The Indian pouted, and then continued to provoke Mo Bai: "Boy, don't use your ability if you have the ability, let's go to the boxing gym on the seventh floor to have fun!"

Mo Bai glanced at his bandaged arm, and then pointed his middle finger at the Indian again, your uncle is playing boxing with a disabled person with only one arm, you are embarrassed!

Indians: "Are the Chinese all a bad race?"

Mo Bai said angrily: "If the master hadn't been injured, your parents wouldn't have known you." ”

"Hehe, is it okay if you're not injured?" At this time, another Death Agent, who had been watching the excitement on the side, suddenly stood up, walked to Mo Bai's side and said, "I'll help you!"

The man reached out and took out a needle gun, and stabbed it into Mo Bai's arm.

Mo Bai instinctively wanted to dodge, but saw that the man took the first step, grabbed his left palm, and grabbed Mo Bai's arm, with a little force, the plaster on Mo Bai's arm cracked inch by inch, and then the man pierced the needle of the needle gun into Mo Bai's arm.

In the next second, Mo Bai felt that his entire arm was burning, like a fire, but at the same time, Mo Bai was also surprised to find that his arm was gradually regaining strength, originally because the bone had not healed, as long as he exerted force, he would feel pain, but now he didn't feel any pain, but was full of strength.

After a while, all the liquid in the needle gun was injected into Mo Bai's body, Mo Bai pulled out the needle gun, waved his arm, and his arm was already restored to the original state, the bone was completely grown, and he couldn't tell that he was still wearing a plaster cast just now.

The man looked at Mo Bai with a smile and said, "Your arm is already fine, I'm waiting now to see how you beat him, he doesn't even know his parents." ”

"No problem. Mo Bai looked at Howason and said, "Go to the boxing gym to have a fight, don't you violate the rules on the boat?"

Howason said, "No. ”

Mo Bai immediately hooked his finger towards the Indian, and the other party didn't say anything, and with a cold snort, he took the lead and walked towards the cabin.

After the two disappeared on the deck, Howason looked at the man who had helped Mo Bai treat his injuries before: "Mr. Jin, is this okay?"

"Didn't you say that you don't break the rules, since you don't violate the rules, there is naturally nothing bad. Mr. Jin said with a smile: "Moreover, I am also Chinese, so I am very unhappy that the guy said that the Chinese are a bad race, but I can't teach him, lest people be said to bully the small, go, let's go to see a lively, although there is everything on this ship, but there is no popularity, it is really boring, it is all to pass the time." ”

Mr. Jin and Howason walked into the cabin, and soon arrived at the Quanji Hall on the seventh floor.

Mo Bai and the Indian have finished changing boxing shorts and are choosing boxing gloves.

Mr. Jin glanced at Howason, and Howason stepped forward and said, "I'm the referee, what rules do I use, boxing?"

Although it is a boxing gym, Mo Bai shook his head at the same time as the Indian, boxing is a good fighting sport, but it is not practical, at least not for both of them, because they can't use their legs.

Howason said: "Then use the MMA mixed martial arts rules, you can use any fighting technique, you can't attack ****, and you can't use the props of the Grim Reaper's agent." ”

Mo Bai said: "Gathering souls can be used, right?"

Howason nodded, "Yes." ”

"Understood!" Mo Bai put on his gloves and jumped into the ring, hooked his finger at the Indian and said, "Come on, do you still have to buy insurance first." ”

The Indian snorted, and jumped into the ring with the same turn, then spread his arms, and the whole person was pressed very low, almost half-squatting on the ground.

Mo Bai hooked the corners of his mouth and said, "Calari Payat?"

Calari Payat is a martial art inherited in ancient India, and it is almost the status of the national art, however, Mo Bai is quite disdainful, the whole world knows that the Hindu is famous for pretending to be a god and playing ghosts, what kind of levitation technique, stepping on the glass, holding a flame, in fact, are all deceptive, this Kalari Payat is also very chattering, and there are many rituals to practice, such as applying sesame oil to the whole body, and to worship.

Of course, that is the custom of other people, and Mo Bai is not good at judging too much, but there are so many martial arts in the world, and there are only a handful of places that can occupy a place, and there is no Calari Payat among them, which is already very revealing.

"Come on!" Mo Bai stretched out his finger and pointed to his cheek and said, "Hit hard!"

The Indian was obviously angry because of Mo Bai's provocation, and he had already put on a posture, but Mo Bai spread his legs and stood indistently, looking very leisurely, obviously not taking himself in his eyes, and when he roared, a tiger pounced and rushed towards Mo Bai.

The boxing ring is not wide, and as soon as the Indian pounced, he went directly to Mo Bai, his fists were bowed one in front of the other, one punch went straight to Mo Bai's face, and one punch hit Mo Bai's chest.

"Humph!"

Mo Bai snorted coldly, clenched his fists, and the bone joints even trembled slightly because of excessive force, and then Mo Bai swung his fist forward.

Mo Bai's fist was swung from top to bottom, and he leaned forward as he fell, pressing the weight of his whole body onto his right fist, and then there was a muffled sound.

Bang!

The Indian's fist hit Mo Bai as he wished, but Mo Bai's body just shook slightly, and at the same time, Mo Bai's fist had already hit his face firmly, at that moment, it was obvious that the muscles on the Indian's face were a little twisted, and he flew out upside down without saying a word, and fell heavily to the feet of the boxing ring, and even the mouth guard was beaten and flew out, and it was stained with blood.

"Fight me?" Mo Bai clenched his fists and said, "If I hadn't been injured, your parents wouldn't have known me!"

"Roar!"

The Indian's eyes were blood-red, and he roared again and rushed towards Mo Bai again, his body bent slightly, and he raised his hand to attack Mo Bai with a fist.

Calari Payat is not useless, at least the Indian fist is very fast, and the coherence is very good, after a punch hit Mo Bai, the fist came continuously, Mo Bai tried to return twice, but as soon as his arm was put down, the Indian fist beckoned to his face, obviously the punch just now gave him a lot of shadow in his heart.

Mo Bai had to raise his arms to protect his head, and retreated to the corner to withstand the continuous attacks of the Indians, but Mo Bai was not in a hurry, this fist could not be waved like this all the time, people would be tired, and those who were tired would slow down.

Half a minute later, the Indian's movements really became sluggish, and the connection between his fists was not as coherent as before.

This time, Mo Bai's fist was from the bottom to the top, and a beautiful dragon hook directly hit the Indian man's chin, but the Indian man's body was thrown into the air by a raw punch, and his feet unconsciously flew more than ten centimeters off the ground, flying backwards and hitting the floor.

The Indian struggled on the ground for a moment, holding the ground with his hands and trying to get up, but as soon as he half-knelt on the ground, Mo Bai rushed up and kicked the Indian back into the ring.

Howason appeared in the ring in a flash, raised his palm to push Mo Bai away, and signaled Mo Bai not to attack when the opponent fell to the ground.

MMA is a general term for mixed martial arts, different events have different detailed rules, some events can attack opponents who fall to the ground, some events cannot, Mo Bai is not more real, very simply retreat.

But not being able to attack does not mean that you can't provoke, as soon as the Indian barely stood up, Mo Bai stepped forward and drew a singing salute with his thumb pen, and then turned his thumb down.

"I don......'t know if Chinese is a bad breed or not," Mo Bai mocked, "but I'm pretty sure that Indians are rubbish!"

The Indians had already been enraged, and Mo Bai was now adding fuel to the fire, so that the Indian didn't wait for him to stand firm, and pounced on Mo Bai again, and hit Mo Bai with a fist.

Mo Bai didn't care, although Calari Payat had merit, but the strength of the Indian in front of him was too poor, or to put it more bluntly, the Indian in front of him was not heavy enough, Mo Bai didn't take a dozen punches, but two punches choked the other party!

Unexpectedly, when the Indian's fist arrived in front of Mo Bai, the other party suddenly let go of his fist and flipped his palm, and a scimitar only the size of a palm came out of the palm.

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