Chapter 196: The Underground Ring (3)

"Ladies and gentlemen, this third-order fierce beast is an extremely rare black tiger among tigers, it is more ferocious than ordinary tiger beasts, and it is the top existence among third-order fierce beasts. You can even fight two ordinary beasts of the same rank alone without falling behind. As of today, this tiger beast has been eating only one piece of meat every day for ten consecutive days. I'm hungry right now. If you see anything, you have to go up and take a bite. ”

"Hungry Tiger, and this eighteen-number wearing the tiger head mask. Who is more fierce and who is stronger! Let's wait and see! Now that the market opens, the odds of No. 18 are one to one, and the odds of the Black Tiger are one to three. Hurry up if you want to place your bets. Don't wait for the deadline!"

The host shouted passionately, and in the three-story private room, the second prince waved his hand and asked Shi Pengsheng next to him, "Who do you think will win this game?"

Shi Pengsheng thought for a moment, "I guess it's the eighteenth." It seems that the black tiger will definitely win, but the underground ring has always been virtual and real, and only when there is an upset can there be money. ”

The second prince smiled, "Okay, I'll bet on that beast." Let's see if any of us can guess for sure!"

Below, several strong men had already opened the cage, put the black tiger inside, and then slammed the iron fence of the ring. In the small space, only Mu Chen and the black tiger remained.

Excited shouts could be heard from outside the stadium, and even heavy gasps could be heard.

The black tiger obviously didn't get used to the feeling of being suddenly free, and after shaking his head, he suddenly saw Mu Chen, roared, and pounced directly at Mu Chen. There is a roar with the excitement of being able to fill your stomach right away.

Mu Chen stood still in place, and then before the black tiger was about to pounce on him, he snorted coldly, stomped on his feet, and the entire ring trembled slightly, and the iron fence trembled even more, and then, I saw Mu Chen punch the head of the black tiger, and then the tiger's head exploded as if it was a rotten watermelon hit by a hammer, and the headless tiger corpse lay on the ground and twitched twice, and then did not move.

One of the eight great moves of Bajiquan - standing on the ground and reaching the sky!

Since he wore a mask to hide his identity, and Mu Chen's original identity did not reveal anything about Bajiquan, it is naturally not taboo to use Bajiquan in this underground ring. After all, he didn't want to reveal the fact that he came to the underground ring. Because of this kind of bloody thing, it is not very glorious to spread it. And now Mu Chen's identity is a martial artist, he can't use the Eight Pole Fist, or even the ice ability and beast ability, the only choice is this fierce and powerful Eight Pole Fist.

And under the shot, it really worked with one blow, and killed the third-order fierce beast Black Tiger with one punch. The enthusiastic uproar inside and outside the arena stagnated slightly, and then turned into shouting and uproar.

Mu Chen stood on the stage, a few drops of red and white were splashed on the mask, and the somewhat ridiculous tiger head mask became a little hideous at this time. Looking at the tiger corpse underground, a thousand taels of silver arrived in this way. It's so easy, it's a pity that there is only one game.

Mu Chen looked around and was about to leave the field, but when he looked up, he suddenly saw a familiar figure in the window on the third floor in front of him.

Second Prince!

"He's there!"

Just finished killing the black tiger, Mu Chen was full of murderous energy, plus there was a mask to cover it at this time, and he was also a little lax psychologically, so when he saw the second prince, he didn't hide it, and couldn't help but be murderous.

Upstairs, the second prince looked ugly. The black tiger who was optimistic about Lu was killed in seconds in a single photo, although it was just a fun gamble. But after all, I was not in a good mood when I lost. Moreover, after seeing the hateful and hostile gaze after Mu Chen's mask, the second prince's mood suddenly became even worse.

"A lowly black warrior dares to look at me like this?"

The second prince snorted coldly in his heart, and then said to the maid next to him, "Call Chen Kun to me!"

The maid should be gone. After a while, Uncle Kun came to the room. The second prince spoke, "Chen Kun, what is the origin of this eighteenth? I want to bet with him!"

Uncle Kun was stunned, "Your Highness, this eighteenth is a newcomer who only came today." According to the rules, if you want to bet in person, you must be the king who wins ten games. You have to bet with him, but I'm afraid that it won't be in accordance with the rules. Besides, this kid is just a martial artist in the blood exchange period, if you make a move, then there will be no suspense about the outcome of the battle. ”

The second prince snorted coldly, and then said, "The rules are set by people. This eighteenth can kill a third-order fierce beast with one punch, how can it be a martial artist in the blood exchange period, this is already the level of an ordinary king here. ”

Uncle Kun pondered for a moment, although he didn't know why the second prince had to bet with this newcomer, but he still said, "Actually, it's not impossible. I think this kid seems to be in dire need of money, and I can ask him if he'd like to play extra. If you want, then let him play a few more games tonight, let him become the king as soon as possible, and then your Highness can start the challenge. ”

"However, if you want to become a champion, you have to win ten games. I'm afraid that this kid will die in the ring before he reaches the tenth game. ”

The second prince smiled cruelly, "It's okay. As long as he dies in front of me, if he can't even become the king, he is not qualified to die in the bet against me. ”

Uncle Kun's heart froze, and he secretly said that this eighteenth seemed to have offended the second prince for some reason. But he didn't say anything, just nodded, "I'll ask him if he's going to add a game." You wait a moment. ”

Below, Mu Chen had just left the scene. Uncle Kun came to the door, saying that it was because of the strength he showed and that he could play an extra game for him. In the event of a victory, the rewards will be accumulated and settled together. Ask Muchen if he is willing.

Mu Chen was thinking that it was too slow to fight only one game a day, and he didn't know that the conspiracy caused by one of his eyes was gradually enveloping him, so he readily agreed.

So, following the three ring battles a day, the underground ring urgently summoned some warriors to fight.

"Ladies and gentlemen, don't be in a hurry to leave, I have good news!"

People who are familiar with the rules of the three daily games in the underground ring are preparing to leave after watching Mu Chen's killing of the tiger. The host, who had been instructed by Uncle Kun, suddenly shouted again.

"In order to repay your support for the underground ring, it has been decided tonight that there will be an additional martial arts fight. One of the two players is the mysterious warrior No. 18 who killed the tiger with one blow just now! The other is No. 67, who has a history of four consecutive victories and has a record of three deaths and one injury! Please wait and see!"

In the passionate shouts of the host, Mu Chen came to the stage again. Opposite him was a warrior wearing only shorts and steaming all over his body. The warrior was covered with strong muscles, and two strips of white cloth were tied around his wrists. His eyes were gloomy, and he walked to the stage and looked at Mu Chen coldly, as if he was looking at a corpse.

The two fought opposite each other five meters apart, and the host was still chattering about the situation of the two. Mu Chen also knew from the host's shouting that the sixty-seventh in front of him was a martial artist in the marrow change period. The fist power is 280 catties, and the explosive power is as high as 400 catties. It's terrifying.

"Ho Ho Eighteen, we met again, I remember that the last Eighteenth died in my hands ten days ago. Unexpectedly, this time another one is going to die. ”

Before the fight started, No. 67 was already pulling his throat and snorting coldly. Mu Chen stared at him quietly, without any reaction. This trick of using words to mock and scold before the battle was something Mu Chen had learned about when he was in the Martial Academy. It's called a slap. The purpose is to interfere with the enemy's performance in a formal battle.

However, when it comes to human life, the souls in Mu Chen's hands are not necessarily less than this sixty-seven, how can they be interfered with by these little tricks.

Seeing that Mu Chen didn't have any reaction, his eyes were still flat. Sixty-seven was also slightly dignified. Although a person's strength is reflected in all aspects, a warrior with a resolute and determined heart is undoubtedly more difficult.

"Alright, betting time is over. It's game on!"

Almost at the moment when the last word "beginning" had not fallen, the two people in the field had already moved at the same time. Without temptation or hesitation, the two of them ran towards their opponents with their feet at the same time, and the next moment, they met in the center of the ring. Each other can even see their own reflections in each other's eyes!

When you meet on a narrow road, the brave wins!

No. 67 roared lowly, and a punch came towards Mu Chen's chest with the sound of whirring wind. This punch is powerful and heavy, the force is coordinated, and the angle is tricky. Obviously, he has also cultivated a fist technique that is not weak.

In the face of No. 67's offensive, Mu Chen didn't say a word, stomped his foot suddenly, and then threw his arm out violently, and a punch was lifted from the bottom to the top, and it collided heavily with No. 67's fist!

Bajiquan, the bow is in a hurry!

The fists collided, and Sixty-Seven snorted in pain, and his footsteps staggered back a few steps, his right hand hanging down at his side, trembling non-stop. On the other hand, Mu Chen didn't have anything, and he rushed towards No. 67 again.

On top of the strength, it is obvious that Mu Chen is stronger!

And at this time, it was seen that the combat experience of No. 67 had come. If it is an ordinary martial artist, if he misses a blow and falls into the next point, and the opponent pounces on him with the momentum of a tiger and wolf, he will inevitably retreat. But this retreat is a retreat into the abyss of defeat.

And this sixty-seventh, but he stopped retreating, with his left foot as the support, the whole person suddenly rotated like the wind, and his right foot was kicked out of the waist like a sickle, if Mu Chen continued to move forward and hit this kick, then it is likely that the situation on both sides will be reversed!

As the saying goes, I'd rather take ten punches than one kick. The amount of force that a person's fists and feet can burst out is obviously high. A normal person's right hand is stronger than the left hand, and the leg is stronger than the hand. The so-called arms can't twist the thighs, which is also the meaning.