As two figures appeared in the arena, one high and one low, the already crowded stands became even more boiling.

Men laugh and women shout. People who don’t know think that a superstar is holding a concert, and a bloody fight will be staged in the actual venue. There is no difference between the participants and the audience in the stands from all directions. They are all humans and are all the same.

Today, with rapid development, there are still such places, and such scenes occur. I really don’t know whether it is a regression or a sadness.

"Dear gentlemen and ladies, welcome to the most exciting second half of the Trendman Bar tonight. First, we will introduce the wild beasts we are most familiar with, and the boxing champion Boye who has won the fifth consecutive championship!"

A thick bass sounded through the speakers in the private room and the loudspeaker in the audience.

Immediately followed by a spotlight like a pillar of light shining on the slightly taller shadow in the duel arena.

Only then did I see the man's appearance clearly, with light eyebrows and small eyes, high cheekbones, thin cheeks, but it looks particularly three-dimensional. He has a headband on his head. Although his figure is thin, it is full of strength. Especially the high and bulging chest muscles, I, a man, look very envious. He has naked legs underneath, wearing big red sports pants, which looks like a long spear that is unsheathed.

"Roar"

"Play the wild buffalo!"

"It's a challenge to die!"

"I'm the one who's surnamed Broadcast, I bought you 500,000 and won today. I have to work hard for me."

Before the host finished speaking, a wave of calls broke out from the stands around him.

The tall and thin Muay Thair folded his hands together and bowed to the audience in the stands on all sides. Although the expression on his face did not fluctuate much, it gave people a sense of arrogant arrogance.

Zhang Xingyu asked several young men squatting in the corner of the wall, "How did this fifth-time boxing champion come from?"

"There are competitions here every night, and one week is counted as one session." The young man named Xiao An sniffed and replied: "Five sessions have been about one month. I heard that if he is not defeated for three consecutive months, the trendy bar will give the boxer a large bonus."

"Oh." Zhang Xingyu nodded his head.

"Then next, applause is given to the challenger tonight, Di Ksitigarbha!"

The host's deep voice came out again, and another beam of light lit up, shining on the shorter figure in the arena.

This man was shaved with a standard slab, about twenty-three or four years old, wearing a grass-green hurdle vest and a pair of big shorts underneath. He looked like a man walking in the morning market and had more boxers. He looked very ordinary and had nothing amazing in his figure. He was neither fat nor thin, nor exaggerated, and had no exaggerated chest muscles and abdominal muscles. Only the pair of black eyes were very bright, emitting a cold light like an eagle or a falcon.

Maybe he is not very famous, and after the host introduced it, there was only a sparse applause.

"The challenge tonight is the same as before, with no rules, no life or death. The only way to judge the outcome is to take the initiative to beg for mercy or fall down!"

The host roared again, instantly detonating the audience.

At the same time, the headlights above and around all turned on, illuminating the arena as if it were daylight.

"Ding Ding Ding"

Three gongs sounded, and the two boxers looked at each other and took two or three steps back. The Muay Thai player who asked Hiroye to raise his chest with both hands and put on an offensive posture, while the stern man called Dizang stood straight.

Boqiu tentatively threw out a few straight punches and side kicks. Dizang just raised his arms, blocked, or dodged, and his feet grew on the ground as if they were rooted. No matter how Buye provoked, he remained motionless.

"Fight!"

"Hoino, beat him to death!"

"That thin waste, hurry up and beg for mercy."

Maybe it felt that the battle between the two was not exciting enough, and the audience in the stands on all sides booed and cheered.

Dong Dongdong stood up with his waist, glanced at the arena and joked: "I'm afraid this Ksitigarbha will not attack. I feel like he is clumsy like a moving sandbag, and he is dodging in addition to dodging."

"The tibia of Muay Thai is very terrible. Ordinary people will break their bones when they are hit. If the head or vital part is hit, it is possible to kill their lives." Dazhuang narrowed his eyes and said: "When I was squatting, I met a big brother who had played Muay Thai for two years. He didn't brag at all. He could kick me with one kick and he was so angry. I felt that Dizang was not an opponent at all except for his name."

"Not necessarily." Zhang Xingyu took out a lollipop from his pocket, staring at the field with his eyes curled up, and his hands chuckled open the candy paper and chuckled: "Although I don't know how to punch, I understand that this kind of battle will definitely consume more physical strength than defense. Boye looks very fierce now, and it will probably not take long to be able to be weak. At that time, Dizang fights back. It's hard to say who wins and who loses. Xiao Han, what do you think?"

After saying that, Zhang Xingyu turned his head and looked at the young men squatting in the corner of the wall and asked questions.

The playboy named Xiao Han thought about it and replied: "The information given by the Trendy Man Bar is that Dizang has worked as a special forces soldier and is best at ground skills and locking people. However, his odds are very high tonight, and he will make about four. I guess the Trendy Man Bar will not let him win."

I took a sip of foreign wine and asked Deng Jinhong next to me with a smile: "Who won the one Mr. Deng bought?"

"Boye, seek victory in a steady manner." Deng Jinhong hesitated for a few seconds and replied: "His odds are very low, which means that someone is operating in the bar."

"A coincidence, I like strong winds and waves. It's too stable to make money without fun." I grabbed my Adam's apple and waved at Jiang Ming and said, "Go and buy me a hundred thousand Ksitigarbha to win."

"Oh." Jiang Ming quickly walked out of the box.

"Call it, damn!"

"That Dizang is so cowardly. I think you might as well change your name to Dizang directly."

Off the field, the attack between Dizang and Hiroye still had no highlights. No matter how Hiroye attacked, Dizang just stood still, and every blocking or dodging can resolve the opponent's offense just right.

"Male Gobi"

"I spent tens of thousands of dollars to see you play Tai Chi."

"Can you go and do a good job?"

Dizang's calm attitude instantly angered the audience in the stands, and many people threw away garbage such as beverage bottles and cans into the arena.

"Aiba!" Bono was also anxious, jumped up and swept straight towards Dizang with a sharp whip leg.

Faced with such a rapid blow, Dizang's face was still very calm. He first slightly opened his body, then immediately raised his right leg unexpectedly, and kicked out against the Buono who was coming in the air.

"Bang!"

A crisp sound came out, and Boye's body had not yet fallen, and he flew backwards like a cannonball for two or three meters.

Before he could get up, Dizang took two steps and lay on Buye like a tiger pounced on food. His arm directly locked Buye's neck. Buye struggled quickly, but the more he struggled, the harder Dizang seemed to be.

About half a minute, Hono made Le a little angry and his face turned pale. He slapped the ground and growled: "I admit defeat, I admit defeat."

Dizang took a deep breath, slowly let go of Dizang and got up.

"Fuck, this is a fake."

"Damn it, refund the ticket."

The men and women in the stands were stunned for a few seconds, and immediately let out a dissatisfied roar.

"I want to kill you!" Just as the overwhelming shouting was almost covering the two boxers on the stage, Boye fell to the ground and suddenly jumped up, holding Dizang's neck from behind, with a ferocious expression.

Dizang, who was being attacked by a sneak attack, quickly grabbed the arm stuck on his neck and tried to pull it away, but his strength seemed not as strong as the other party. No matter how he twisted and struggled, he could not get rid of Hiroye's shackles.

"Damn, this guy is such a fucking grandson!"

Zhang Xingyu stood up with a "rubbing" and frowned and cursed.

"It's so despicable."

"Hoino's miscellaneous hair cannot afford to lose."

Several young men squatting in the corner also stood up and discussed.

I glanced at Zhang Xingyu, frowned and pondered for a few seconds, and then lit a cigarette slowly.

Boye tied Dizang's neck and pulled it back hard, while his facial features were twisted and yelling: "Do you admit defeat!"

Due to suffocation, Dizang's cheeks slowly turned white. Suddenly, his eyes widened, as if a sleeping beast was awakened. He bent down unexpectedly, put his hands behind Buye's butt and held it up hard. With a knock, Buye lifted his back to the sky.

Hono fell heavily to the ground, and even Dizang fell, but Dizang was faster. He jumped up and rode on Tono's body, and punched him directly on Tono's face.

Bono groaned in pain and thrust a few times and tried to push Dizang away.

Dizang rolled out a few steps on the spot, and suddenly a rope similar to a shoelace appeared in his hand. It turned out that this guy pulled out the belt from his shorts. On the other side, Boqiu quickly got up and roared violently.

Before he could attack, Dizang made another tiger jump, kicked Boye's ribs straight, put the shoelaces in his hand around Boye's neck, and pulled it down hard. Boye's uncontrollably hunched back, Dizang made a knee lifting action, "bang bang" and knocked Boye's head hard.

Then Dizang swept down his left leg and knocked down Boye. He jumped up and knelt on one knee, "bang" and hit the back of Boye's head. Boye twitched his body like a spasm, and then he stopped moving.
Chapter completed!