On the ring, there was blood and the smell of blood was everywhere.

Basong looked at the tyrant who had his head exploded and shook his head.

He didn't want to kill anyone.

"Wow, awesome!"

"Awesome!"

After a brief silence, a few cheers came from the scene.

These are all spectators who put the bet on Basong. Basong won, and they won a lot of money.

"Damn, this Thai black guy really won... He started, no, his lower leg was ruthless enough, and he kicked Balong's head with one kick."

Lin Yiming also reacted and said.

"The boxing is two doors, and it depends entirely on the feet to hit people... In Muay Thai, the leg technique is the most important, and the lethality is very high."

Tang Luo looked at Ba Song on the ring and said something that he didn't say.

That is... Basong's kick is not simple. It is not the leg technique in ordinary Muay Thai, but the ultimate skill in ancient Muay Thai - the cracked leg!

As the saying goes, if you practice this ultimate skill, you can break the sky with one leg!

Although this is bragging, since you dare to brag like this, it must be very powerful!

The most important thing is that the cracked legs in ancient Muay Thai were almost lost.

There is only one place in the whole of Thailand, that is - the Thai royal family!

And this Basong will split the legs, which is probably related to the Thai royal family.

What interested Tang Luo was how could people who had a relationship with the Thai royal family come to China, and even fight underground life and death punches!

Soon, Balong's body was dragged down, but Basong stood in the middle of the ring and did not leave.

"Fuck, is this guy going to continue defending the storm? That's awesome!"

Lin Yiming's eyes lit up and he was a little excited.

Tang Luo lit a cigarette but didn't say anything.

A few minutes later, another boxer stood on the stage, and it was also heavyweight, not worse than Tyrannosaurus.

However, this heavyweight boxer did not last long and was knocked to the ground by Basong.

It is worth mentioning that the boxer did not fight back again, and Basong did not kill anyone.

Life and Death Fist, it’s not necessary to kill people!

In five consecutive games, Basong won five wins and zero losses.

The atmosphere at the scene was pushed to a climax.

The spectators shouted loudly, this was witnessing the birth of a king!

After five games, Basong did not continue to defend the game, but went on.

"Why didn't he continue?"

Lin Yiming was curious.

"He was injured, and the fourth and fifth people both injured him, but he forced himself to suppress it. If there was another one, he could not suppress it. What awaited him might be death."

Tang Luo saw it very clearly.

"So that's how it is."

Lin Yiming nodded.

"However, five games in a row are also very awesome... His five games are much more valuable than Balong's five consecutive games. After all, the starting point is there, the king Balong who has won five consecutive games, and then one is stronger than the other."

"Um."

Tang Luo nodded. Basong's strength should be around the peak of the early stage of the Dark Spirit.

"Lao Lin, do you know the person in charge here?"

"I know, what's wrong?"

Lin Yiming turned his head and asked.

“Are you familiar?”

Tang Luo asked again.

"Well, I'm not very familiar with it... Just tell me what you want!"

Lin Yiming lit a cigarette.

"In my eyes, there are only two types of people in China Sea. Do you know which two are?"

"Which two types? Men and women?"

"no."

"Friends and enemies?"

"No, it's someone who gives me Mr. Lin's face and someone who doesn't give me Mr. Lin's face... So, it doesn't matter whether you are familiar with me or not."

Lin Yiming said with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Mr. Lin is awesome!"

Tang Luo cooperated and gave a thumbs up.

"I fell in love with this Basong. Please say hello to me and let them release them."

"What? What's the thing?"

Hearing Tang Luo's words, Lin Yiming shivered, and the cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground.

He widened his eyes and looked at Tang Luo, showing a look of shock.

"Damn, Lao Tang, are you so lucky?"

Tang Luo looked at Lin Yiming's reaction and couldn't help but be stunned. What's the point?

Before he could react, Lin Yiming shrank back: "Old Tang, we are good buddies. I only like girls, you must not think about me..."

"roll!"

Tang Luo finally reacted, rolled his eyes, and cursed in anger.

What are you thinking about in this fat man’s mind all day long!

"No, Lao Tang, you won't really...what, don't, this great world of flower, a lot of beauties, can't enjoy it..."

Lin Yiming looked at Tang Luo and spoke earnestly.

"Get out, fat man, let me tell you, I kick you on the ring, do you believe?"

Tang Luo was a little angry.

"You're so good at that, fuck!"

"It's fine, I'll be scared... I'm going to tell you, I was so scared that my anus was so tight that I was so hot that I was so hot."

"You're hemorrhoids!"

“…”

"Stop talking nonsense, go and say hello, I want it all."

"No one can satisfy you, there are still two?"

Lin Yiming smiled wickedly and said deliberately.

"Parase, do you really don't believe that I can kick you out of the ring with one kick?"

Tang Luo glared.

"No, no, I'm not kidding! Alas, Lao Tang, you're serious, what do you want them for?"

"appreciate."

"Appreciate? Well, they can beat a little, but there are more people who can beat you, so you won't be able to appreciate it, right? No other reason?"

"Don't talk nonsense first, say hello quickly."

"Okay."

Lin Yiming nodded and stood up.

"Don't look at the ones behind?"

"It's boring to not watch it."

"All right."

Then, the two left their seats and came to the backstage.

"Mr. Lin, you are here."
To be continued...