Of course.

From beginning to end, Wang Chong never thought about taking care of the idle affairs of this underground black fist.

Although he is the king of the Northern Immortal Honor, he naturally likes to fight injustices and take care of injustices, but he is not a saint, he has to take care of everything, these gamblers and people who go to the ring, basically, are willing to gamble and fight to the death, no matter what the purpose, no one forces them.

Therefore, the only purpose of the king's return here is to ...... Seek wealth!

Not long after Wang Chong and Ren Bingquan came here, the battle between the two in the ring also came to an end.

The end result was that both warring sides ran out of vitality at the same time and fell to the ground together.

For such a result, most of the gamblers in the audience were scolding.

Because, this kind of life-and-death battle of underground black boxing, generally speaking, ends with one party living and one party dying, and it is rare to end up together, so the vast majority of gamblers have lost money in this game.

There are unlucky majorities.

Naturally, there are very few 'lucky ones'.

There are still some gamblers who choose to buy the result of a draw with a small one, and in this way, their bets have multiplied tenfold in one go, and their smiling faces are crooked.

"Brother Wang, do you really want to fight five times in a row?" asked Ren Bingquan.

To tell the truth, during the day today, Ren Bingquan said that if he won five games in a row, he could get a reward of 50 million, but he deliberately stimulated him because Wang Chong didn't open his mouth for a long time.

In fact.

In the underground black boxing stadium of Star City, there are many people who win two or three fights in a row, and there are some who win four fights, but there are really few who can really win five fights in a row.

Right now, Ren Bingquan asked this question.

It's not that I'm afraid that Wang Chong will be beaten to death, but I'm afraid that if he dies, his 10%, five million, will be lost.

"Naturally. ”

Give an affirmative answer.

Probably guessing what Ren Bingquan was thinking, Wang Zhong glanced at him again.

Suddenly, the fat man was so frightened that he didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, so he obediently helped Wang Chong and went to the registration office of the underground black boxer, saying that the other party was going to fight five times in a row.

The person in charge of registration at the registration office is a big bald head who looks five big and three thick, and has a deep scar on his face, which may have been stitched up with a needle, and due to improper handling, it looks like a centipede, which is both ugly and terrifying.

He glanced at Wang Chong, and while registering, he shook his head, as if to say: There is another one to die.

Whether it is sent to death or not, only after the battle will know.

In a place like Underground Black Boxing, it is still very efficient.

About three minutes after Wang Chong signed up, he was arranged into the ring.

The first battle.

Wang Chong's opponent is a two-meter-three tall, naked upper body, showing strong muscles, and a pair of fists on his hands, looking as if he is really a boxer.

To be reasonable, underground black boxing, underground black boxing, it sounds like a place for boxers to fight black boxing, in fact, there are all kinds of people in the ring here, not limited to only boxers, in addition, in addition to not carrying weapons, you can use any trick to defeat your opponent.

Here, there is no upper nine streams, only the lower three indiscriminate.

Boom!

Next to it, a gong and drum were sounded by the referee, heralding the start of the game.

In the audience, many gamblers believed that the outcome of this boxing match was very obvious.

Compared with Wang Chong's opponent, he, a senior in high school, is too much worse than the other party in terms of size and size, and in the eyes of gamblers, this hairy boy may be beaten to death in a few seconds.

Truly.

This battle is over very quickly, but this process is ......

Whew-

Punching, when the tall boxer threw a punch, Wang Zhong also hit back with a punch.

Boom!

Hard to hit, fist to the flesh.

In an instant, under this collision, the tall boxer's expression became extremely colorful at this moment, but on the whole, he should be ...... It's very painful!

Can it not be painful?

Reaching the triple level of qi refining, ordinary immortal cultivators, the strength of their fists is about three hundred catties, while Wang Chong has doubled to six hundred catties, not only that, but with the help of the aura released by his god-level heavenly spirit root, plus, he is using the ancient martial arts fist at the moment.

Therefore, the power of Wang Chong's punch is a thousand catties.

With such force, he had already smashed the bones and flesh of this boxer.

Don't wait for the other to howl.

Kick your feet and jump high.

Soon, Wang Chong threw his second punch again, and this time, the target of his attack was the opponent's heart, so, without exception, the opponent fell to the ground and died suddenly because the heart chamber was sharply compressed, and the blood could not return.

Quiet, deathly quiet!

When Wang Chong instantly killed the opponent of the first battle, there was a brief silence in the audience for about a second, and then it was noisy again.

Most of them are scolding, this boxer who looks very powerful is simply an 'embroidered pillow'.

And a small number of Bo unpopular, who pressed Wang Chong to win, were all smiling and making a lot of money.

The battle for life and death continues.

The second, third, fourth......

After four games, Wang added a piece, and he didn't make more than ten moves, and he solved the opponent very easily.

A place full of screens.

Probably the person in charge of this underground black market, she looked at this Wang Zhong from the screen, couldn't help frowning, and then snapped her fingers, and a man in a black suit and black sunglasses stepped forward.

Then, the woman spoke, "In the fifth scene, send Zhang Qian." ”

"Yes. ”

When he got the order, the man went and carried it out.

Originally, here in the underground black fist, the interval between the last life-and-death battle and the next life-and-death battle is generally not more than five minutes, and the emphasis is on a compact.

Because, the gamblers in these audience seats are all very impatient.

And this time, Wang Zhong waited for his opponent in the fifth battle, but he waited for almost ten minutes.

Wang Chong was okay and felt that it didn't matter.

The gamblers at the bottom, especially those who lost money and lost red eyes before, are ready to turn over the book, and as time goes by, the scolding is getting worse and worse.

Fortunately, Wang Zhong still waited for his opponent in the fifth battle.

Da~~~Da~~Da......

Step by step, I stepped into the ring.

frowned, before, Wang Chong didn't care about the opponent in every battle.

And the opponent of the fifth battle, Wang Zhong looked at it, the other party was wearing a camouflage military uniform, he looked about the same height as him, his body stood straight, and in his momentum, there was a taste of not being angry and arrogant.

Boom~~~

The gongs and drums were sounded again.

At that time, Wang Chong took the lead and unleashed his Guwu inch punch, which went straight to the heart of his opponent.

Unexpectedly, the other party turned slightly sideways and dodged Wang Chong's fatal blow, and at the same time, he also stretched out his hands and buckled Wang Chong's right hand.

Click!

Break.

Then to the left fist, get out.

He took more than a dozen steps back and widened the distance, and at this time, Wang Chong's right hand had completely drooped.

Broken.

But it doesn't matter.

I saw that Wang Chong shook his right hand left and right, and there was a 'click', and his right hand could move again, although the injury was still there, but under the cultivation of Wang Chong's own aura, it was rapidly recovering.

Smiling slightly, Wang Chong seemed to be a little interested, and couldn't help whispering to himself, "Martial artist." Looking at the situation, it seems to be still a second-grade peak. ”