Still in the same gym, the host had just announced the results of the previous fight and was about to report the next fight, when suddenly, a stop sounded in his headset, and at the same time, a man in a suit walked up to the ring and handed him a note.

After the host took the note, his eyes suddenly widened, and his face showed surprise, but the habit he had developed for a long time made him react quickly, and then picked up the microphone and said loudly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the course of the tournament has changed, and I have just been notified by the organizers that there will be a challenge match below, and the challenger is a mysterious player, and he will challenge the opponent of—"

The host said this, and suddenly stopped, and a strange smile appeared on his face illuminated by the spotlight.

"European God of War!"

His voice suddenly exploded, and the impassioned voice instantly spread throughout the gym.

Below, there was a burst of exclamations, and without waiting for everyone to react, the host continued to say loudly: "Yes, it is the European God of War who has played a game before, and at the same time I want to tell you a good news, the betting rules of this game have changed, the detailed situation, you can check in the betting machine in your hand, below, please European God of War again!"

As the host's voice landed, the spotlight turned to the entrance, and the tall and burly figure of the European god of war stood impressively.

Under the gaze of the spotlight, fierce cheers sounded, and the European god of war continued to make various movements, revealing his domineering.

At this time, at the dark entrance, a slightly thin figure had already stood there, waiting quietly, but there was no light shining on it, no one knew the situation here, and it was impossible to see who was coming.

Moments later, the shouting in the arena had reached a climax, and the European god of war was already standing in the center of the ring, constantly swinging punches towards the audience, attracting everyone's attention.

"Okay, the mighty European god of war has come out again, so, let's see, who is that mysterious challenger?"

The presenter's voice rang out again, and at the same time, another light shone towards the entrance.

Immediately, that thin figure appeared in everyone's sight, but because he was wearing a special hat, most of his face was covered, it was Fang Kun.

"Phew—"

There was a burst of sighs in the venue, apparently, the audience was disappointed, and the European god of war on the stage stared at the entrance with wide eyes and an incredulous expression.

At this time, under the illumination of the spotlight and the sighs of everyone, the thin figure slowly walked to the boxing ring.

At this time, Liangzi helped Wang Chuan, and had already walked to an empty seat at the back of the gym and sat down.

"Chuanzi, you can do it yourself, I'll go down and take care of it, just in case!" Ryoko looked at Wang Chuan with some concern.

"I'm fine, don't worry!" Wang Chuan stared at Fang Kun in the distance as he spoke, his eyes were staring at Fang Kun in the distance, with a hint of complexity and doubt in his solemn expression.

"This is the password of the bettor, you are responsible for betting, in addition to Fang Kun's money, I have played five million in the account, remember, all of them are invested!" After Liangzi finished speaking, he handed Wang Chuan a note with a string of numbers on it.

"What, you voted so much?" Wang Chuan suddenly exclaimed.

"Don't you believe that Fang Kun can win?" Ryoko asked rhetorically, with a hint of ruthlessness on his face.

"Okay, I see!" Wang Chuan shook his head helplessly, the worry on his face disappeared, and then he picked up the bettor next to the seat.

Ryoko no longer paid attention to Wang Chuan, turned around and walked towards the ring.

At this time, Fang Kun had already walked to the boxing ring, facing the white god of war, there was a gap of nearly a head between him and the opponent's height, and the opponent's figure was strong, his figure was even thinner, and there was no comparison at all.

Seeing this scene, an even stronger sigh sounded in the venue.

"Are you—sure—it's him—" The white god of war looked down at Fang Kun for a moment before turning to the host next to him and asking, but when he spoke Huaxia, he looked very stiff.

"I'm sure!" the host said helplessly.

At this moment, a clear voice came from the host's embedded headset.

Frowning slightly, he no longer paid attention to the white god of war, and said loudly into the microphone: "Guests, you have all seen the new betting rules, the game is about to start, please start betting! Such a good opportunity, please don't miss it!"

As his voice sounded, there was a burst of laughter and scolding in the audience, and some people even laughed loudly at the organizer for giving out benefits to everyone!

And the mysterious man with a mask on the stage, Fang Kun, after hearing the host's words, the corners of his bare mouth outside the mask were slightly upturned, as if he was sneering, but at this time, not many people were paying attention to him.

The helpless host didn't say anything more, and walked directly to the audience.

With the referee's whistle, the game officially began.

The white god of war, his brows furrowed tightly, looked down at the masked man helplessly, and kept muttering in his mouth, as if he was hesitating to make a move.

Half a minute passed as the two looked at each other, and there was a disgruntled noise in the audience.

"Let's go down!"

"This is death!"

"God of War, knock him out with one punch!"

Wang Chuan's face was a little nervous, he had experienced two healings, he had already vaguely guessed in his heart that Fang Kun's background was definitely not simple, it was very likely that he was a martial arts cultivator, and he doubted in his heart that when Fang Kun healed him, the hot breath that passed into his body should be the legendary true qi, but his heart was full of doubts, he knew Fang Kun's true identity, as a disciple born in that terrifying family, how could Fang Kun be a martial artist, and it seemed that it had reached a point that shocked him。

It is precisely because of this that although he has this kind of speculation in his heart, he is more puzzled, after all, even in the mysterious army he once served, there was only one instructor, who was said to have practiced hard qigong, and the true qi only existed in legends, and he had never been in contact with it, and even when he had served in the army, the mysterious instructor who practiced hard qigong, he had never seen it.

However, the previous two healing experiences, the feeling that he had never felt before, and the curative effect that shocked him, made him have to believe that Fang Kun was indeed superior, and it was precisely because of this that he changed his previous worries and persuaded himself to agree with Fang Kun's opinion, and at the same time, he also wanted to see if Fang Kun was really cultivating True Qi.

At this time, the situation on the stage had changed a little, and the white god of war seemed to be unable to stand the taunts of the audience, and began to yell at his opponent constantly, while slapping his chest, as if urging the mysterious masked man to attack him.

"Bang!"

Finally, amid the mockery of the audience, the mysterious masked man finally threw a punch.

The white god of war really didn't block it, nor did he back down, he was punched by the other party, and on the surface, his huge body just shook, and it didn't seem to be affected much.

When the audience saw this scene, laughter erupted.

However, the face of the white god of war on the stage immediately became solemn, and at the same time, his teeth were clenched, as if he was trying his best to endure something. The reason why this is so is because, only he knows best, just now the seemingly innocuous punch of the mysterious person, how much shock it brought him, the immature fist, hit his chest, he felt as if he was hit by a small iron hammer, instantly gave birth to a sense of suffocation, at the same time, there was an inexplicable force, directly invaded his chest, instantly shocked his internal organs.

And at this moment, Fang Kun, who had just punched his opponent, suddenly turned around and glanced at the stands in the distance, with a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

Following his gaze, in the slightly dim stands, a young man in sportswear sat lazily in the stands, and at this time, the eyes of this lazy young man also looked at Fang Kun on the stage.

As if noticing the other party's gaze, the lazy young man immediately showed a mysterious smile, although Fang Kun had already withdrawn his gaze.

At this moment, a middle-aged man in a suit standing next to the lazy young man suddenly whispered to him, "Xiao Qin, do you see something?"

This lazy young man known as Xiao Qin ignored the middle-aged man in the suit, and looked at Fang Kun on the stage, revealing a strange but interested smile, obviously, he had already discovered the abnormality from Fang Kun's blow just now.

(To be continued!)